Myra Breckinridge
- R
- Year:
- 1970
- 94 min
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I've got a secret place
Known to none but me
And in my secret place
You can beg
and torture me
I wouldn't tell you
where to go
'Cause in my
secret place ,
A secret place
A secret you know
A secret place
A secret you know
You realize once we cut it off,
it won't grow back?
It isn't like hair or fingernails
or toenails,you know.
What do you think I am,
some kind of idiot? I know that.
How about circumcision?
It'd be cheaper.
Come on, come on, come on.
Let's get it over with. Myra's waiting.
We'll have to blow up
your tits with silicone.
- I thought they used paraffin.
- No, that would make them inflammable.
You don't want inflammable
tits, now, do you?
I got a secret place
- Known to none but me
- Cleaver--
- I mean, scalpel.
-;And in my secret;
Well, wish me luck.
Ive never clone one of these before.
;You can beg
and torture me
- You know American song?
Yes, I do. It's called
You Gotta S-M-l-L-E.
[ Woman Narrating] I am Myra Breckinridge,
whom no man will ever possess...
the new woman whose
astonishing history...
started with
a surgeon's scalpel...
and will end who knows where?
lust as Eve was born
from Adam's rib...
so Myron died
to give birth to Myra.
Did Myron take his own life?"
you will ask.
Yes and no is my answer.
Beyond that my lips are sealed.
Let's it suffice for me to say
that Myron is with me...
and that I am the fulfillment
of all his dreams.
Who is Myra Breckinridge?
What is she?
Myra Breckinridge is a dish.
And don't you ever forget it,
you-- [ Beep] f***ers...
as the children say nowadays.
Don't mother me.
It seems to be coming
this way.
[ Myra Narrating]
My purpose in coming to Hollywood...
is the destruction of the American male
in all its particulars...
starting with
my late husbands uncle...
the notorious Buck Loner,
who squats in unashamed luxury...
as the head of a dramatic school
in fashionable Westwood.
A tree!
An actor can learn from everything,
including a tree.
You must learn to experience
the truth of a tree...
to make it work for you,
to use it, to know its beauty.
This tree, goddamn it!
Ah, Myra baby, "
I say to myself...
half of all of this
will soon be yours. "
Howdy Doody.
Come right on in, little lady.
Take the weight off them
pretty little feet...
while I finish my last mile
back to the old corral.
So, you wanna be a star?
Mmm.
It's a hard road.
And I feel I should say, No, siree.
But somethin'-- somethin' about you
tells me I should give you a chance.
What do you say? Can you take
the heartache and the torture...
and the heat of them
five-kilowatt lamps over at MGM?
From where I sit, I'd say you can.
I can see your name
in lights now.
Fact is,you remind me of one of our former
successful students, a Miss Gloria Swanson.
- You've heard the name, I 'm sure.
- She was one of your students?
You bet your sweet ass.
Uncle Buck, if it weren't for you...
we'd still be warmin' that seat
back in Schwab's Drugstore.
Really? I thought that was where
Lana Turner was discovered.
Her too. Her too.
Well, I'll be goldurned.
You really done your homework.
Yes, little lady...
Lana Turner put her sweet little fanny
right where you're sitting now.
Lana, I says, what say we put you
in a sweater and make a movie?
- And we did.
- What's your name honey?
- Myra Breckinridge.
- That's a might long for--
- Breckinridge?
Yes. I'm the widow
of your late nephew Myron...
and I've come to collect
a half a million dollars.
- You mean Gertrude's boy is dead?
- Irretrievably.
- I'm right sorry to hear that.
- Here.
I never knew Gertrude's boy had
such an eye for feminine pulchritude.
Oh, Mr. Loner, you're the only one
I have left to turn to.
You see, Myron
didn't leave me a penny.
Um, no insurance?
Safety-deposit box, maybe?
- No. I'm absolutely alone...
and penniless.
Mr. Loner...
Gertrude-- Myron's mother--
said to me with her dying breath...
Myron, and you too, angel girl,
if anything should ever happen to me...
you just go to your Uncle Buck,
and you tell that son of a b*tch--
well, I 'm quoting now verbatim--
that that property in Westwood
was left to us jointly by our father.
And you tell that bastard... [Sobs]
that Ive got a copy of that will...
and I want my share
to go to you, Myron...
because that property must be worth
a good million dollars by now.
Well, how about that?
I conclude he left
a last will and testament?
Yes, leaving the whole
of his estate to me.
So, I suppose that
half this place must be mine.
Um, well, you know somethin', Myra?
The school ain't doin' too good.
We can see it through together,
Uncle Buck, why, as partners.
Partners? Uh, now, look, Myra, I'm pleased as
all get out you come to cry on my shoulder...
seeing as life's kicked you in the horse trough,
and blood's thicker than sarsaparilla...
but I don't need no partners.
just gone up another $ 700,000.
I'm sorry, Uncle, but I expected more from
the star of Wild Bill Last Roundup...
and Cuckoo Calls in the Everglades,
but it seems I was wrong.
Perhaps my lawyers will speak
a tongue you'll comprehend.
Myra, Myra, Myra!
What a spit-lickin' horny toad I'd be...
to let you walk out of here without makin' some
contribution to the family pork 'n' beans.
What kind of a contribution?
All this talk about lawyers
and settlements...
and wills and testaments
goes clean over my head...
our bein' kissin' kin and all.
Well, I'd be overjoyed
if you'd share my vittles...
Bobby Dean, and me.
Only thing, she, uh, poisoned herself
on some homemade guacamole...
and she's laid up, like,
fora month or two.
I can tell there's Breckinridge
blood flowin' in them veins.
Do you think I'd throw the widow
of Gertrude's boy out in the clog patch?
I am prepared to accept
a position here on the faculty.
I took the liberty of picking up
a brochure on the way in.
Posture and empathy should do nicely.
I'm eminently qualified to teach both.
- Say a thousand a month.
- Uh, posture and empathy...
is a subject the students
badly need at 800 a month.
A thousand...
only on condition you don't tell the
other teachers how much you're gettin'.
- You have my word, Uncle.
- "Uncle"?
Uh, we're busy, Irving.
Is this your new masseuse?
My niece, Miss Myra Breckinridge,
who'll be teaching empathy and posture.
Delicious!
How much you getting?
- A thousand a month.
- I know. It's shocking, isn't it?
Still, we all love it here. Nobody ever
leaves. I've been here for 14 years.
- What do you teach?
- I don't teach. I'm a student.
Teachers last as long as Brillo pads,
and students stay on forever and ever.
We try to build up the confidence of
the students so they don't wanna leave.
That right?
That don't sound right.
Of course. Who'd wanna
leave where he's happy?
Yeah, that's right. [Chuckling]
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