Letters to Angel Page #3

Synopsis: Film about a man who was sent to fight in Afghanistan years ago, where he converted to Islam. He now returns home only to find himself facing another kind of war.The front line in the decrepit Estonian town runs between Eastern and Western culture, men and women, common sense and madness. Somewhere amidst these battles is his daughter, who Kirotaja has decided to find after all the years of absence. His only leads are the sound of his daughter crying, heard once on the telephone, and a dog-eared notebook full of letters addressed to her. But the town has other plans for him and the women running it seem to take him for their savior from the nagging feeling of emptiness that has enveloped them.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Sulev Keedus
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.2
Year:
2011
118 min
9 Views


pure urine, nothing more.

No need to be ashamed, just relax.

How do you like it?

Just the pure smell

of a vagina, or a whiff

of urine as well?

Okay, I'll dry it just a little.

Dry yourself off and come up.

Put these gloves on,

and we'll get started.

Do you watch porn films?

My ex used to watch only Zarah Leander.

Then switched to porn.

Some sick urge.

He really liked Leander's, Die Rosen

con Novgorod' You know that song?

You've been circumcised, very

professionally too. Where was it done?

- In the mountains.

Lovely, and it stands up nicely.

Let's hope for the best. All set.

Look and sniff, but don't

use your mouth or tongue.

You can use your fingers.

But just look and sniff first

Can you see well?

- Yes.

Sniff- can you smell it?

- Yes.

Now touch it- you see

the end of the ureter?

Yes, there, the clitoris.

Yes, yes, yes.

Now put your fingers into me -

deeper, deeper, three fingers.

Even deeper.

Now get up and push your

penis into my vagina.

Yes, deeper, deeper, faster, faster.

Now push your penis in as deep

as you can and don't move.

Now move just a little

Come out! I want it from behind, quick!

Yes! Am I speaking to

Jeremia Juunas Kirotaja?

- Yes.

I am Lovely Laabus; you left

a letter under my door.

Can you hear me? -Yes, I can.

If it's about your former

wife, I'm afraid I

won't have time for this

in the near future.

Call Fee, my assistant.

Fee, with two E's.

You know the Zenda Hostel? -Yes.

Ask for her there, Fee

works at the Zenda

- Sorry, but I...

Well, did you remember?

Something, yes.

I asked the hearse to

wait, they'll drive

you, they're going

into town anyway.

How much do I owe you?

Don't play macho with me - do you think

I'm a prostitute or something?

But these socks...

Look... the socks are for the bruises.

Nobody's ever nibbled on me like that.

Hello!

Were we waiting for you?

- I suppose so...

- From hypnosis? -Yes. - Get in.

Where do you want to go?

- Doesn't matter where,

I'll go wherever you do

Our stop is the mortuary.

You'll want to get out before that

Shut the door.

Yes.

Salam Aleikum! How are you, friend?

Muhammad? Can you hear me? Hello?

I don't speak Arabic.

Are you in Afghanistan?

I'm in Pakistan.

Can you hear?

I have an important message for you.

I don't speak Arabic. I speak American

Hello! Can you hear me!

I have an important message.

"Wrong... Wrong call... Wrong call!"

What is it?

- It's Santa. Can you open the door!

Thanks.

- Can I help you?

- You've been to war?

- So what?

- In Afghanistan.

Hilda said you were a sniper.

- Who?

Hilda. You had a session

with her today.

She said you have a Russian

tattoo under your arm

I was an ordinary soldier.

So you had a gun, too?

- Everyone did. So you know how to shoot.

- Everyone did.

At people.

Will you teach me, if I have a gun?

- What do you have a gun for?

A wedding present from Lars.

- If Lars gave it to you,

let Lars teach you.

I want to do it right now.

I want you to teach me today.

I'll think about it.

- Don't over think it. - I'll try.

Dear Angel, I'm writing

to you about the

night when Safia escaped

and saved me too.

Dear Angel, I'm writing

to you about the

night when Safia escaped

and saved me too.

If I hadn't run after her,

I'd have been blown to pieces

I was starting to recover from the blow,

my ears were ringing, my mouth was dry.

The girl had vanished.

I had no idea which way she'd gone.

I went forward, sometimes running.

The night was clear and cold.

After a while I saw a

glow in the darkness,

I went towards it I

was back at the car.

Only corpses, not a

single living soul left.

Then I saw the girl again;

she had also come back.

She stood by the ditch,

looking at the dead bodies.

I don't know if she was

faster or just knew

how to make herself

invisible in the dark

I don't know if she was

faster or just knew

how to make herself

invisible in the dark

at any rate, she vanished from sight.

I stared at the sky and set off

southwest I had to get out of here,

before the helicopter

came looking for me.

What would I have said!

That I felt sorry for a child?

They would have beaten me to death

or crippled me...

It was better to die in the desert

or at the hands of a Muslim.

Maybe the dark night was the only

condition in which I could live.

In the morning I saw her again,

and again she vanished.

I moved forward carelessly.

I saw her moving on the horizon,

as if she were following me.

We got to a mountain village.

The Muslims came out and locked me

up in a hole with nothing to drink

They tore my shirt off, studied my

tattoo, said they'd slit my throat

Then I found out the

girl's name was Safia

and she wanted to see

me face to face.

The killing was postponed

to the next day.

After meeting Safia, I became a Muslim.

I let them perform all

the proper rites on me.

Safia stayed with me.

It was Allah's will.

I let them perform all

the proper rites on me.

Safia stayed with me.

It was Allah's will.

I had to replace her

father and mother and

brothers My people had

killed her family.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

I wanted to ask about a

?at where someone lives.

She said you're her

assistant or secretary.

She called me this morning;

maybe you can help me?

Laabus Lovely.

- That was it! Old house, Flat 5.

Laabus, yes, the director

of, Schizophrenia

Lovely is a world famous artist.

She directs performances.

The last one was, Death of the Blenny'

I live with her temporarily... that is,

as long as Laabus lets me stay.

That used to be my wife's flat.

I want to get in there.

I just want to look

Maybe she left something behind.

When do you want to go?

- Well, as soon as possible.

Okay - wait, I'm almost ready.

The self-fertilizing blenny is the only

creature that would survive the Flood.

When Woman learns to

breathe under water,

Man will become

just a sperm bank.

When Woman learns to

breathe under water,

Man will become

just a sperm bank.

The sex act will lose

all significance.

Mere copulation, that's it.

- Interesting.

Once in a while we air

this room out too, but

the things should be

like your wife left them

Once in a while we air

this room out too, but

the things should be

like your wife left them

I have to hurry.

Laabus is shooting in the pool.

I should be there already.

I need to talk to this

Laabus, face to face.

I wouldn't recommend it today.

Actually, who cares.

She's going to kick me out soon anyway.

Theres just somethings I won't do.

She proposed to me...

- Laabus? Proposed?

She did, yes.

Promise you won't tell anyone.

We're ready! Angel! Action!

Who let you in here? The pool is closed!

- I am Kirotaja, Juunas Jeremia.

I don't care who you are

.You're interrupting

our work Understand?

Get him out of here!

I don't care who you are

.You're interrupting

our work Understand?

Get him out of here!

Are you dizzy?

- No.

Next take. Get ready!

You forgot your glasses.

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Madis Kõiv

Madis Kõiv (5 December 1929, Tartu, Estonia – 24 September 2014, Tartu, Estonia) was an Estonian writer, philosopher and physicist. more…

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