Kika
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- 1993
- 114 min
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Claudia.
Yes?
Relax.
I'm relaxed.
Say it again and I'll snore.
Go ahead,
it's a sign of inner peace.
Is this a lingerie
or a sleeping pill ad?
Sleeping lingerie.
I wanna see your face enjoying.
Very good. That's right...
More! We're making love!
Chin down. Very well.
F***!
Once more!
Let's try again.
Mother!
Where's mother?
In the bathroom.
This time she got away with it.
My wife committed suicide.
She shot herself.
I tried to stop her,
but she shot me in the arm.
Hurry, please.
Kilometre 20 on the A2 on the right.
Casa Youkali.
My wife named it after Kurt Weill,
the German musician.
Never mind!
Come quick, please!
Here,
she left this note for you.
"Dear Ramn,
"I'm leaving.
"You won't understand.
I hope you never will.
"t would mean
you're as desperate as I am."
Would you mind helping me
stop the haemorrhage?
I'm still alive.
THREE YEARS LATER
Lower your head, open your eye.
See?
We left an eyelash
so you notice the difference.
It widens the eye,
gives depth, expression, shape.
A girl with almond-shaped eyes is better
than one with a spaniel eye.
Even the most banal woman
looks intelligent and sparkling
with lashes.
Eyelashes are great.
I'm all for them!
Hail the eyelashes!
The Marquise called,
she needs someone
to make up her mother.
The dead one?
She wants the body
to be presentable for the wake.
I'll fix the other one in a sec.
I can't, I'm meeting Ramn
to pick up his stepfather.
Always thinking of yourself.
Send one of them.
Here's the address.
It's a rush. I gave my word
and don't want to look bad.
Why'd you give your word
without consulting me?
- Bye, darling.
- Bye.
Would you make up
the poor Marquise's dead mother?
Me?
Ask her to go.
Why me? She asked you!
Gives me the creeps.
Why don't you go together?
I make artists up!
I won't make up someone dead.
I made up a dead man once
and got great results.
It was two years ago.
and was making up Nicholas Pierce,
an American writer.
There you go.
Now some powder...
Want something special?
No, thank you.
Can you please sign my book then?
- Right away.
- My name is Kika.
"I like you very much, Kika.
My number is..."
Ready?
This afternoon,
American journalist and writer,
who's just published
"I fell in love with a fraud".
I don't know if I said it well.
Pierce.
I have trouble saying foreign names.
Have some chorizo!
No, thank you.
It's from La Mancha, like me.
It's delicious!
Four years.
I came to write a piece on hunting,
in American magazines.
I fell in love with your country,
in particular with a woman I married,
and stayed.
There's nowhere like Spain!
In the prologue,
you warn evil-minded people
that this novel is not autobiographical.
No, but I admit some things
are inspired by my life.
I was going to say that.
For instance, your wife,
may she rest in peace,
died, like the one in the novel.
Her husband, in the book,
is a writer like you.
Yes.
Among writers there's a tradition
of killing wives.
Really? I didn't know.
William Burroughs shot his wife.
Louis Althusser strangled his.
How terrible!
I don't know them.
They're not Spanish, are they?
You wouldn't kill your wife...
People are bad.
In fact,
these suspicions inspired my book.
I asked myself:
if I would've killed my wife,
how could I have tricked the police?
The answer is in this book.
I don't think I'll read it.
My eyesight is bad because I've got
diabetes something chronic.
But I'll give it
to my grandchildren to read.
Many thanks.
To wrap, what are your future plans?
I'm off to Latin America,
So, have a safe trip, and good luck.
Find a woman.
Marry her so you won't be alone.
You're still young.
I'll take your advice, Doa Paquita.
I'm a widow too.
You can't imagine
how ugly solitude can be.
Dark days, endless nights.
My son directs this programme
and called me to "represent" it,
so I can be with him,
since he can't visit me.
I love Doa Paquita!
f my mother lived,
I'd like her to be like her.
I like him better.
As a father, I mean.
Though Amparo was brash,
I left with Nicholas.
We hit it off
and made another date.
I remember it like today,
it was freezing.
I wore a sheep acrylic orange coat,
looked terrific.
Thanks for coming.
What's wrong?
Aren't you glad to see me?
My son died last night.
I'm sorry!
I didn't even know you had a son.
He was my wife's son.
Oh, just a stepson...
I rang you to make him up.
He'll start decomposing soon.
You should have told me!
I thought bringing
my make-up case was a pretext to...
Well, you know...
I couldn't imagine
I had to make up a corpse!
You'll do just fine.
Come on.
Is he wounded? I hate wounds.
No wounds,
he had a cardiac arrest.
During Christmas. Poor boy!
You're alone? Where's the family?
What an unusual headboard!
He was a photographer
and a collage artist.
What a beautiful corpse!
What was his name?
Ramn.
He's cold.
Of course.
I'm frozen too.
Get rid of the pallor
before we take him to the morgue.
Don't worry.
I'll try and give him his natural colour.
That's it.
Well, I'll leave you two alone.
If you would've met me,
you might've fallen in love with me.
Me with you,
surely.
I haven't been very selective, Ramn.
I've shacked up in the worst joints.
I wonder what's with me,
I always get the weirdos.
A good heart and a good dick
and I fall in love.
I can't help them.
I try, but I don't get them.
Your stepfather
is another ball-game.
He's so strange...
But he's American and a writer.
Great in bed though, very sexy.
He called me today.
I came here thinking
I was going to get laid.
Honestly, I mean...
I'm making up a corpse.
That's okay 'cause I like you,
but then
I don't know if I'll get laid or not.
There's no atmosphere,
no wake, no family, no...
I don't see a deadly atmosphere.
It all seems very American to me.
He's getting warm.
What's wrong?
Something strange,
the skin is getting red.
What skin?
Ramn's.
That's impossible.
Maybe he's allergic to make-up.
Dead people don't have allergies.
I swear, I'm not lying.
His skin's got colour!
Doesn't he have better colour?
Must be the make-up.
No, I just made up this side.
Keep going.
I'll stay with you.
He's alive!
Do you feel better?
Much better!
You gave us a big fright!
- How are you, Ramn?
- Fine, and you?
Fine.
Let me help you.
Thanks.
What have you done all this time?
Contributing to "Field and Stream",
which is what I like best.
Could you lend me
some money for a few days?
I don't even have enough for the hotel.
Of course.
I could live in Casa Youkali,
but I'd have to rent a car.
The house in unliveable.
No worries, I'll lend you the money.
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