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.
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.
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
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
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
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!
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...
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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