Eight and a Half: Go Ego - Music Video

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Counselor! I've got him!

Down! You come down!

Down for good!

Forgive this early intrusion.

How are you?

I am a great admirer of yours.

Honored to meet you.

May l?

Can I use your typewriter, sir?

Your arm, please. Relax it.

- Your age?

- 43.

So, what are you cooking up?

Another film without hope?

- First time taking the cure?

- Yes.

Take a deep breath.

Come in.

- I'm sorry. I'll come back later.

- No, do come in.

Breathe in.

Deeper.

Good morning... May I smoke?

Cough.

Breathe in.

- You've already read it?

- Yes.

Breathe.

And... what do you think?

Well, I made some notes,

but we'll talk later.

Your system is a bit worn out.

You may get dressed now.

Nice looking girl. American, right?

You've got some fine merchandise there.

This treatment will do you good,

you'll see.

Nurse. 300 ml of holy water,

3 doses to be taken at 1 5 minute intervals,

on an empty stomach.

- Mud bath every other day...

- What time is it?

After the mud bath, ten minutes in the

mineral water as prescribed...

- I'll wait for you at the spring.

- Yes, thank you.

Sir!

Sir, your glass.

Over here.

You want to talk about the film?

- Yes, of course.

Fine. Just tell me if you'd like

the producer to see my report.

Frankly, I wouldn't want to be

the one to cause you any trouble.

No, don't worry.

I'm the one who called you in.

On first reading it's evident

that the film lacks a problematic,

or a philosophical premise...

Would you like to sit down?

...making the film

a series of gratuitous episodes,

perhaps amusing

for their ambiguous realism.

One wonders what the authors

are trying to say...

Are they trying to make us think?

To scare us?

From the start, the action reveals

a poverty of poetic inspiration.

Forgive me, but this might be

the definitive proof

that cinema is 50 years

behind all other arts.

The subject doesn't even have the merits

of an 'avant garde' film,

but it has all the shortcomings.

Here, my notes.

I doubt they will be helpful.

It's still a mystery that you'd think of me

for a collaboration that, frankly,

I don't think can work.

No, no. On the contrary.

You'll be most helpful.

You see, the film...

I really want to make this film.

I postponed the shoot

for two weeks because...

Mezzabotta! Pardon me.

Mezzabotta! Mario!

You're here too?

Guido!

What happened to you!

Hey, big Guido, how are you?

You've sprouted quite a few

white hairs, old Snaporaz!

Are you drinking that stuff?

It's bad for you.

They said my liver is, well...

And you, what's your treatment?

Just a second... Gloria!

- Your daughter. She's all grown up.

- No, she's not my daughter.

Cruel bees, sucking all the life

from these poor flowers.

- Darling, this is my friend...

- I'm sorry. My shoes...

Gloria. Gloria Morin.

- Nice to meet you.

Fine, thank you.

I know all about you.

Pupi always, always tells me.

We even had a big fight

when I was very critical of your last film.

That's not true. You liked it a lot.

Let's go for a drink. Let's go.

And you, are you here alone?

And your wife?

- Yes, I'm alone.

- Better that way...

Well, I mean, better in general...

You heard about Tina and me?

- Tina?

We're waiting for an annulment.

That's why we're here together.

We're engaged.

Congratulations.

Well, big Guido. What are you

working on? Something good?

Sure is the ideal place to do some thinking.

Daumier, the author, Miss...

Pardon me, what is your name?

- Gloria.

- Gloria Morin.

Nice to meet you.

I am a big admirer of yours.

I'm flattered.

Are you an actress?

Did I see your photo somewhere?

An actress. Yes, well...

I have ambitions in that area.

Actually enormous ambitions,

but that's all, for the moment.

She's got a degree in philosophy.

Allow me. Mario Mezzabotta.

- Nice to meet you.

I don't have a degree.

I'm doing my thesis. It's a bit different.

- And the subject?

- A difficult one.

The loneliness of modern man

in contemporary theater.

Interesting subject. Right, Professor?

And what is the meaning

of the capricious apparitions

of the girl of the spring?

An offer of purity?

Of warmth to the protagonist?

Of all your story's overabundant

symbols, this is the worst...

She didn't make it. Better that way.

- Yack! How are you?

- Not too bad.

- Did anybody recognize you?

- I don't think so.

You brought all that luggage?

It's just five suitcases.

Gowns occupy so much space.

I brought one... you'll see.

Did you get it all?

Carla, it's quiet here at night.

There's nothing going on.

But it's a fashionable spa.

There must be some fashion shows,

some trendy clubs,

even at our hotel.

Have you been behaving?

- Yes, yes.

Actually... I couldn't get you a room

in my hotel,

and besides it's full of people who know me.

So, I found someplace else.

A perfect hotel...

Very pretty, you know...

- But why?

- And how's this guy?

- Sgulp? Great.

You look a little pale. How come?

See, the hotel is right here.

Signora, guests!

See. Like I told you. It's not...

but it's very quiet. If you're hungry,

I'll get them to bring a couple

of sandwiches.

It feels a little sad here.

- No, it's typical!

Besides I'm hungry.

You had lunch, but I didn't.

Hello, Sir.

How's the solitaire coming along?

Everything's ready,

the room, the bathroom.

Rest assured.

Signora will feel at home.

Yes, thank you. You wouldn't

have anything ready for lunch?

- The restroom, please?

- It's over there.

I'll see to it personally.

Trains, such horrible things.

They leave your hands so black.

Are you happy I'm here?

- Yes.

- Really happy or a little happy?

- Very happy.

Hmm. Smack!

Mm, what a nice smell!

Guido, I thought this black velvet

was going to wrinkle.

- Really? Good, good.

- But no. Not a wrinkle.

Even after a three-hour trip.

You didn't even tell me you like it.

Do you like it?

Such a beautiful lady!

So refined.

That thing she has on her head...

What is it? Ploosh?

- Plush, plush.

- Ah, ploosh.

I looked around for it like crazy.

I was quite desperate.

But you know me.

When Carla makes up her mind...

- Snarp!

- Sgulp!

I read a good Donald Duck last week...

There was a dinosaur...

- Here she is, my sweet-buns.

- Be good, a dinosaur...

Guido be good.

What do you want to do now?

Are you sure you've been behaving?

- Sure, why?

Anyway, now sweet-buns is hungry.

Oh, my wedding ring.

Listen, Guido.

That little thing you promised me...

What little thing?

Now I bet she brings up

her husband again.

You don't think so?

You'll see, old Snaporaz.

My poor Luigi doesn't seem

happy at all.

You see, my husband is not

the confident type.

He gets depressed.

He's not stupid, you know.

He's actually very clever...

It's so hot here!

He knows all of Roman history by heart.

He just needs a push.

He's still working at the

fuel company, same salary.

Really?

Be good and put down my purse.

You'll break it.

I love that little purse.

He gave it to me.

Why don't you find him a job?

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