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Synopsis: César runs a bar along Marseilles' port, assisted by his 23 year old son, Marius. Colorful characters abound: M. Panisse, an aging widower and prosperous sail maker; Honorine, a fishmonger with a sidewalk stall near the bar; her daughter, Fanny, who helps her sell cockles; and, various old salts. Friends since childhood, Fanny and Marius love each other, but Marius has a secret wanderlust: every ship's whistle stirs a longing for foreign lands. When M. Panisse seeks Fanny's hand in marriage and when a departing clipper needs a deckhand, Marius and Fanny must decide who and what they love most. César, with his generous, comic spirit, tries to guide his son.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Alexander Korda
Production: Les Films Marcel Pagnol
 
IMDB:
7.8
Rotten Tomatoes:
100%
Year:
1931
130 min
847 Views


I'm glad you did.n

Besides, I wanted to tell you

- I followed your advice.

- What advice?

I turned down Panisse.

Perhaps that was a mistake.

You advised me to do it.

Maybe you were a bit hasty.

Maybe I should have kept

my mouth shut

and not taken the responsibility.

Listen, Fanny...

my father hasn't gone to bed yet.

See you tomorrow.n

All right.

Since you're turning me away.

I'm not turning you away.

Fanny, don't be angry.

Come in for a moment.

Have a seat.

Let's talk about this marriage.

I want to speak to you

like a brother.

But you're not.

- You're like my sister.

- No, I'm not.

What is it, Fanny?

It's you I love and you I want.

Do me a favor and don't look at me.

You shouldn't have told me.

Don't you love me too?

Yes, you love me. I know it.

Tell me you do.

I can't marry.

Why?

Because you have a mistress?

Come out with it.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

- I asked Anna if it was her.

- What?

- What will she think?

- I couldn't care less.

I won't rest

till I've found out who it is.

- It's no one!

- Some girl has sunk her claws into you.

How would she do that?f

Maybe she's had a child by you.

You've got a child? Is that it?

I can't say I have when I haven't.

Then it's just

that you don't want me.

Why? Are you ashamed

of my Aunt Zo?

If I were going to get married,

I'd marry you.

Now don't ask any more questions.

Who's with you?

No one. I'm tidying up.

Listen to that.

Can't you sleep?

Go to bed, you idiot.

Check the third beer keg

and make sure the tap is turned off.

I'll take a look.s

We'll talk again tomorrow.

Tell me your secret.

You might not understand.

You might betray me.

Me? Betray you?e

All right. I'll tell you.

- I'm leaving.

- Leaving?

For where?

Anywhere. Far away.

Is it your father?

What is driving you away?

Nothing... it's just a longing.

Take me with you..

No, I can't.

It's the sea!

Is this Piquoiseau's idea?

No. I've wanted to go

for a long time.

One night,

a sailing ship berthed right here.

Her cargo was wood

from the West Indies.

Black wood, all golden inside,

smelling of camphor and pepper.

The ship came

from the Leeward Islands.

The crew came in here

and told me about their country.

I drank the rum they'd brought.

It was very sweet and spicy.

Then, one night, they left,

and I went out on the pier.

I looked

at that fine three-master

sailing into the sun

towards the Leeward Islands.

Since then, I've been under a spell.

Was there a woman on the boat?

I knew you wouldn't understand.

Is it the islands, then?

I'd prefer never to go there,

but to keep them

as I imagined them.

I long for distant places.

It may seem silly.

It's something I can't explain,

but that's how it is.

I long for distant places.

And that's why you want to leave me?

Now that you know, you'd better go.

If I go now,

I feel I may never see you again.

You'll see me here in the morning.

You're leaving tonight.

If they call me.

Marius, please, don't go.

Go on some other boat,

some other day.

You don't love me.

I don't love you?

If I didn't, I'd have left long ago.

- But now I've made up my mind.

- But why?

Can't you understand why?

When I'm on the pier,

looking at the sky,

I'm already away.

Every ship on the sea tugs at me.

I forget where I am, what I'm doing.

It's as if I were mad.

Remember when we went

on the transporter bridge?

You were dizzy, afraid you'd fall.

That's how I feel.

When I see a ship leaving,

I'm drawn towards her.

I can't control myself.

I wouldn't make you happy.

You've only got one life.

I'd ruin it.

If you leave, my life is finished.

You're young. You'll forget.

Forget you?

That's impossible, Marius.

I've always loved you,

even when I still had pigtails.

When you were in the army,

I learned to sew, so I could wear

a new dress when you came on leave.

Every time you spoke to a girl,

I wished she'd drop dead.

You were always

in my dreams of the future.

I longed to grow up

to become your wife.

Every morning I thought,

"He'll say something today."

I've tried everything

to make you talk.

And now that you've said

you love me, you're leaving.

Someone knocked!

I'll love you always, Marius.

It's no use crying.

It won't change my mind.

Let me go. Forget me.

Never, Marius. I'll wait for you.

Don't. I'll leave again.

Don't answer!r

I'll drown myself.

The Corsican is back.

He's back?

You're not leaving, Marius.

You're not leaving.

Don't be sad - please.

I'll love you so much

you'll be cured.

It's over now, Marius.

I'm keeping you.

Give us a bottle of rum.

You're still up.

We can see your light.

What's all that noise about?

We want some rum.d

There's no rum. We're closed.

Marius.!

Are you in bed?

Dad's coming down.r

What can he be doing?n

You in bed?

He's asleep.

Never.r

ONE MONTH LATERu

It's your turn to play.

I know, but I can't decide.

Make up your mind.

We're all waiting, Captain.

It's a serious moment.

They're ahead.

This hand settles the game.

Is Panisse trumping hearts?

If you'd been concentrating,

you'd know.

Why don't you just

show him your cards?

I never said a thing.

You're not allowed to speak.

In a competition,

you'd be disqualified.

I've played in lots of competitions,

but I never saw you

at any of them.

I still don't know

if Panisse is trumping hearts.

When you're playing,

you mustn't say anything.

I'm only thinking aloud.

Well, don't.

He's right.

There's no need to talk.

I must ask you not to make signs.

Keep your eyes on your cards.

You too!o

If you go on making faces,

I'm going home.

They've lost anyway.

I wouldn't hesitate a second

if I knew Panisse

was trumping hearts.

There they go, making faces.

You watch him, and I'll watch Csar.

You'd treat an old school buddy

like a cheat? Thanks a lot.

Have I upset you?

Not at all.

Treat me like a gangster. Go ahead.

You break my heart.

You break my heart.h

You break my heart.

You break my heart!

Aren't we playing any longer?

He broke my heart. What about you?

I see. Good. Hearts.

Do you take me for a fool?

You gave him to understand

I was trumping hearts.

There, take your cards!

I don't play with cheats!

Nobody takes Panisse for a ride.

Breaking your heart indeed!

He's not pleased.

He's really cross.

You really shouldn't have cheated.

If you can't cheat among friends,

why bother to play?

And it was a clever ruse.

He has such a temper.

He's impossible.

Let's play one last hand.

Loser pays for the drinks.

Good night, Monsieur Csar.

Off to bed already?

No, I'm taking Mother to the station.

That's a very nice thing to do.

See she catches her train.

Good night, gentlemen.

It's a good thing Fanny doesn't know

where he's going.

Why?l

- He's off to see his old mistress.

- That rascal!

- He'll spend the night there.

- Tell us more.

In a minute he'll come out and say,

"Good night, Dad."

I'll say, "Going out?"

And he'll say, "Yes, to the movies."

He goes out,

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Marcel Pagnol

Marcel Pagnol (French: [maʁsɛl paɲɔl]; 28 February 1895 – 18 April 1974) was a French novelist, playwright, and filmmaker. Regarded as an auteur, in 1946, he became the first filmmaker elected to the Académie française. Although his work is less fashionable than it once was, Pagnol is still generally regarded as one of France's greatest 20th-century writers and is notable for the fact that he excelled in almost every medium—memoir, novel, drama and film. more…

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