Frida Page #2

If I'm not good enough,

I have to do something else

to help my parents.

Leave the best one here.

Go home and paint another one.

If this one's any good,

I'll come and look at that one

on my day off.

Orozco is a true artist.

He's tremendous.

And Siqueiros could be great

if he'd pull his head out

of his own ass and look around.

Comrade Rivera.

What a nice surprise.

What if I told you

that easel painting like yours

is finished,

that it's headed

for the trash

like other elitist,

bourgeois pastimes?

I'd say cut the propaganda.

This is very good work.

You have real talent.

Oh, come on.

I'm not looking

for your compliments.

I want a serious critique.

But I'm being sincere.

These are

very original paintings...

none of the usual tricks.

But that's...

that's not specific.

You have to trust

a true compliment

as much as a critique.

Yeah, well, some people

have told me not to trust

what you say.

They say if a girl asks

your opinion,

and she's not

a complete fright,

you'll gush all over her.

I need you to tell me

one thing honestly...

do you actually believe

that I should continue to paint?

Yes.

Yes.

You'll like Tina.

She's a brilliant

photographer,

one of the few

with real taste.

Do you know Alvarez Bravo?

I know his work.

It's good.

I'll introduce you to him.

He'll want to photograph you.

Without clothes, of course.

Of course.

That's the thing

about these radicals.

They're a little dangerous,

but they definitely throw

the best parties.

Ah, at last!

The monster!

Tina!

This is Frida Kahlo.

She's a wonderful painter.

She wants to be

a wonderful painter.

Oh, don't be shy.

Nobody really thinks their own

stuff is good except Diego.

He's the only one who's sure.

Go find Siqueiros.

He's been bad-mouthing you

again.

You come with me.

Great party.

Everybody, I have someone

for you to meet.

This is Frida Kahlo.

She came with Diego.

Another pretty girl...

She's quite a talent, no?

Julio Mella, the Cuban.

Tina took the last photo

of him.

She was with him on the street

when they gunned him down.

Incredible.

They're like clay

in his hands.

It must be that body.

No.

It's the way he looks

at you...

and finds beauty

in all your imperfections.

It's irresistible.

You'd never think it

to look at him,

but he's had

half the women here.

I'm sorry.

Did you come with him?

Oh, n...

we're just friends.

I'm Frida Kahlo.

I'm a painter.

A painter. No wonder.

Mm-hmm.

I'm Lupe Mar n.

I'm his wife.

Ah...

I was his wife.

Good luck to you.

Bad-mouth him

all you want, Diego.

But while we have been talking

about socialism

over drinks at parties

for 10 years,

Stalin is making it work.

He's achieving it.

Achieving what?

His only big idea so far

is to throw out all

the real thinkers in the land.

But he...

he just threw you out.

No. Not just me.

No, not just you.

Mr. Trotsky... a man

who plays the martyr

when, in truth, he was rejected

by his own country.

- Good riddance.

- No.

He had to run for his life.

Stalin would have had him shot.

That's his version

of socialism...

kill anyone

who disagrees with you.

Well, some people have to get

shot in a revolution, you know.

Well, I prefer evolution.

Educate the poor.

Mobilize the workers.

Rise like a slow tide.

But you...

you'll have your revolution

and kill half the poor

to save them.

Diego, this from a Communist

who's getting rich

painting for the government

and wealthy patrons?

I can't help it

if the rich have good taste.

The rich don't have

good taste.

They pay someone

to have good taste for them.

And they don't hire you

because you are good.

They hire you because you

assuage their sense of guilt.

They use you, Diego,

and you are too vain

to see it.

- No!

- Diego, no!

What are you doing?

Basta.

Whoever takes the biggest

swig can dance with me.

Bravo.

Diego, let's see...

I'd rather have

an intelligent enemy

than a stupid friend.

Oh!

It's more

than the man, no?

Shall we?

The night will go by

Without hurrying nostalgia

Our wound will be a tango

Our souls

a bleeding accordion

We will be tonight

all day long

Come back to me

Love me in the dark

In our blue room

Where there was no sun

for us

Blind me

Kill my heart

In our blue room

My

My love

The village, united,

advance to the defeated!

The village, united,

advance to the defeated!

The village, united,

advance to the defeated!

...and more women.

Next time I'll make sure

that happens, okay?

Miss Kahlo.

You may have to hold me up.

That Torres is a good man,

but he's got to be

much more careful.

What is this, your studio?

One of the benefits

of being party leader...

you can arrange for the drinking

to be done close to home.

And now that you are

officially a comrade,

I believe I can let you see it,

if you like.

Hey, listen.

If you think

I'm going to sleep with you

just because you've taken me

under your wing,

you're wrong.

Me?

I was painting murals

and womanizing in peace

when you came along.

Anyway, sex is like pissing.

People take it

much too seriously.

In Russia... oh, my God...

in Russia, everyone was

f***ing like rabbits.

Well, this isn't Russia.

No, thank Christ.

I have a proposal.

We will not sleep together.

We will solemnly swear,

right here, right now,

that we will be friends only.

Fine.

Comrades... colleagues...

and friends forever.

Did you arrange for that?

Cost me a fortune.

I have a scar.

Let me see it.

You're perfect.

Perfect.

Mmm!

I always wanted a man

with melones bigger than mine.

You know

what I've always loved?

What?

A girl with cojones.

Aah!

Ooh!

Aah!

- Aah!

- Oh!

These are good, Frida.

I love them.

Hmm.

And you were probably painting

better when you were 12.

That's nonsense.

I could never paint like this.

Oh.

I couldn't.

I-I'm serious.

I paint what I see...

the world outside.

But you...

you paint from here.

It's wonderful.

I can see why you're

so successful with women.

We'll have to get married,

you know.

What?

The thing is...

I think it's quite possible

that we were born

for each other,

so we should marry.

But you don't believe

in marriage.

Of course I do.

I've had two wives already.

Exactly.

You can't be true

to only one woman.

True, yes.

Faithful... no.

Unfortunately,

I'm physiologically incapable

of fidelity.

- Oh, really?

- Yes.

A doctor acquaintance of mine

confirmed this.

What a convenient diagnosis.

Is fidelity that important

to you?

Loyalty is important to me.

Can you be loyal?

To you?

Always.

Good.

Because I love you, panzon.

Fridocha.

I accept.

What a beautiful bride

you are.

- You have to come in.

- Don't touch me.

Oh, you think

I'm going to, uh...

But he's divorced twice.

He's had God knows

how many children.

And he's an atheist,

Guillermo.

Perhaps you have forgotten,

and forgive me

for reminding you,

but I am a German Jew,

and you married me, remember?

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