Frida Page #3
Yes.
Hmm.
He's also a Communist.
A Communist
who is generous enough
to pay off our mortgage.
It's like the marriage
of an elephant and a dove.
Your toe.
It's been a long time.
I don't want to talk.
I told you
I wanted you to come.
- I don't want to talk.
- Please!
Please.
Cris... Cristina!
Stay here!
I give them... six months.
Six?
I give them two.
I don't believe in marriage.
No, I really don't.
I think at worst
a way for small-minded men
to keep women in the house
and out of the way,
wrapped up in the guise
of tradition
and conservative
religious nonsense.
At best,
it's a happy delusion...
these two people
who truly love each other
and have no idea
about to make each other.
But...
But...
when two people know that,
and they decide
with eyes wide open
to face each other
and get married anyway,
then I don't think
it's conservative or delusional.
I think it's radical
and courageous
and very romantic.
To Diego and Frida.
Diego and Frida.
Aah!
You're crazy!
You know that?
You're crazy.
You son of a b*tch!
Who cares?
Ah!
You like these legs?
Oh, Lupe. Lupe, no.
You like those legs, Diego?
You give up these beauties...
for these matchsticks?
This peg leg?
Look! Look!
Viva la revolucion.
Ay!
My mother was wrong
about you, you know?
She said you were an elephant.
But you're not.
Elephants are strong
and courageous,
You are a toad.
You even look like a toad.
And you look like a dog.
Dove! Dove!
Did I say "dog"?
No, I meant "dove."
You are my little paloma.
What will
people say about such a pair?
They'll have never seen
a better match.
Thank you.
For what?
For making a fat, old,
Ohh.
Sit. Eat.
Mi amor!
Mmm!
Good, huh?
Mmm!
What a wonderful morning!
Lupe's special recipe.
Well, you've mastered it.
I can't cook to save my life.
She brought it down for us
while you were sleeping.
- Brought it down?
- Mm-hmm.
She's in the apartment upstairs
with my kids.
I let her have it
till she finds a place in town.
I'm not just passing through,
you know?!
I'm here to stay!
Is that what you came
to tell me?
I'm here to stay.
So stay out of
my damn kitchen.
You like my mole?
So-so.
Well, he lives for it.
So if you're here to stay,
you better learn how to make it.
I was so angry.
He didn't come home
for three days.
Pass me the cilantro.
So, I took two
of his damn Aztec idols...
that he adores, you know...
And I smashed
the pieces of clay
in the boiling pot
of beef stock
and told him
it was sopa Azteca.
Liar!
Did he eat it?
He did.
Did he like it?
He loved it.
Of course,
until he found out.
Then he got sick.
He got furious. Oof!
It didn't make me feel
any better.
And it definitely didn't
stop him from cheating.
But what the hell?
Mama.
Brute!
Get out!
Come on!
Ven aqui.
Oh...
Marie.
- Come on. Let's go.
- S, seora.
Quit it.
Eh?
Time for your nap.
The other night...
I was very drunk.
I know.
It's all right.
Ay, nia, Diego has never
belonged to anybody.
He belongs only to himself.
And that, of course, is what
makes him so desirable.
He's the best of friends
and the worst of husbands.
Diego will never be
anyone's husband.
Not really.
We'll see.
You'll know it's over
when he gets the next commission
out of town.
He'll say he'll send for you,
then he never does.
Seora Rivera?
- Yes?
- Yes?
What do you think?
The tits lack...
gravity.
Oh, come on.
Eat your posole
while it's still hot.
It's not like you to be late
for lunch, Diego.
Uh, I was at the ministry
explaining why a history
of the Mexican people
is an appropriate subject
for the Mexican National Palace.
Again?
When I work,
they scream about my politics.
When I don't work,
It's a farce.
Ugh.
Diego, son of a b*tch!
That model, huh?
Yes.
It was just a f***,
that's all.
I've given more affection
in a handshake.
Well, that makes me feel
so much better.
Was she good, at least?
Not very.
Too bad.
She had such a great ass.
When you get home,
take a good bath.
We're going out tonight.
And now, yes, wicked witch
And now, yes, wicked witch
And now you're going
to suck him
Your husband's navel
Your husband's navel
And now you're going
to suck him
she takes me to headquarters
She turns me into
a flowerpot, and she feeds me
she takes me to headquarters
She sits me on her legs,
and she gives me kisses
Tell me, tell me,
tell me, you
How many creatures
have you sucked?
None, none, none,
can't you see?
I intend to suck you
More tequila!
Rivera!
Hey!
Yeah, you.
You know what I think of you
and your stinking murals?
Why don't you get the f***
out of here, huh?
This is a bar for workers,
not for government whores.
Aah!
Aah! Ah ha ha!
Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay! Ay!
I tell you, that kid
was one of Siqueiros' boys.
Siqueiros is a hero
to these fucks,
but what's he actually done?
Nothing!
I put socialism
on the government walls.
I've got the fascists
calling me
the most dangerous subversive
in the country,
and I'm the traitor
to the party?
Soon we'll have no one left
to drink with.
It's not funny.
I'm not kidding.
Tina says they'll kick you
out of the party
for the Palace mural.
They won't have to.
I quit.
So you'll quit
and keep on working.
That's all that matters
to you anyway.
I've been offered a show
in New York.
A solo exhibition
at the new Modern Museum.
It would be
a wonderful entree.
I could get commissions
out of it.
I thought you'd be excited.
They don't care that
you're a Communist pig?
They can't afford to.
All the greatest painters
are Communist pigs.
That's wonderful, Diego.
When do you leave?
As soon as you decide
to come with me.
Oh, my little monster!
We'll take Gringolandia
by storm.
Dear Cristi,
the invasion
of Gringolandia has begun.
what hit them.
New York has Diego on fire.
What's your impression
of New York, Mr. Rivera?
Magnificent.
There is no reason
why any artist born
in our two continents should go
to Europe for inspiration.
It is all here...
the might, the power,
the energy.
The sadness.
The glory and youthfulness
of our American lands.
I see the majesty
that Diego sees.
But all that American comfort
is a myth.
While the rich drink
their coctelitos,
thousands are starving.
Diego is working
almost constantly
to prepare for his show,
so I have to find ways
to entertain myself.
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Breaking all records,
over 50,000 people
have lined up
outside New York's
to see the paintings
of Mexico's greatest artist...
Diego Rivera...
...the most-talked-about man
this side of the Rio Grande.
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