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the colors are all garbled up.

- The chemicals are not American?

- Russian, I'm afraid.

They're cheap.

They flooded the market.

They make all prints

red or yellow.

They make potatoes look like tomatoes!

Americans are way ahead in this!

Americans copy us, Sotiris!

That's why!

Both in art and science.

What we were doing in the old days,

they are doing it now.

Ancient Greeks had war machines,

they had the liquid fire.

Americans have

satellites, missiles now...

And as we had our epic stories

to tell about our heroic deeds,

they have the moving pictures

to tell about their achievements.

We had the Trojan Horse,

they have the cinema.

- Bye now!

- Bye!

The weather changes tomorrow

with powerful South Winds

and high humidity...

Stavros, come out my boy.

There is someone here for you.

in temperatures

of 18-27 degrees Celsius.

- Hi.

- Hi, Stavros.

- How are you doing?

- Fine.

Betty is a friend.

Mr. Sotiris is my boss.

- What can we do for you?

- Photos for an application.

- What will you apply for?

- The National Drama School.

The National Drama School!

How nice! Good luck!

- I wish you all the best!

- Thank you.

Please, follow Stavros.

He'll tell you how many girls started

their careers from this studio.

- So you made up your mind!

- Yes.

I always wanted to be an actress,

I was insecure.

My parents were dead against it,

but I finally I persuaded them.

With a little help from Andrei.

I have acted in many films,

you know.

Really? Already?

In my mind.

When the lights were out,

I jumped into the screen.

- So, you "jumped"?

- I still do it.

Well...

There...

Like that...

Don't move.

And look at the lens.

Where is the lens?

Right here.

- I know nothing about these things.

- You'll learn at the Drama School.

I hope so.

Who knows? Maybe someday

we'll work together.

Stavros... If you want...

I think there are still some

places in Oedipus' chorus.

- You want to make me a chorus girl?

- Not that kind of chorus!

Stay still.

Hold your breath, don't move

and don't talk now.

Ready?

You're so beautiful.

And photogenic.

You are a great actress.

People around you

are applauding.

You are a diva.

They all talk about you.

You have glory, you have success.

You play all the great roles.

Okay...

That was it!

Thanks.

- When can I have them?

- Tomorrow morning.

Sorry, I got dizzy.

You know how to seduce!

You're so handsome, so sweet.

The moment I first saw you,

I felt something strong.

Good morning.

I'd like photos for the young lady,

but artistic ones.

We only make artistic ones here.

What do you want them for?

The matchmaking agency

asked for them.

Please, wait inside till my assistant

finishes with the other young lady.

Thank you.

Come, Frosso.

Damn you! Degenerate artists!

Come, Frosso, let's go.

Frosso, let's go.

Don't pay attention to them.

In the morning.

I was learning the secrets

of the light - sensitive surface,

until the time came to learn

the secrets of the female surface.

I want to take a long trip

this summer.

Paris, New York...

To see Avant-Garde, contemporary art,

experimental cinema...

The world is changing there,

and here we know nothing about it.

Coming?

- What about money?

- I'm saving money.

I have enough for the tickets.

You are so sweet!

All your ex-girlfriends...

You took them to trips too?

Where did you go

with the one before me?

There was no one before you.

How come?

Maybe I'm afraid.

What are you afraid of?

Maybe of the "after".

If you never had an affair,

how do you know how the "after" is?

I don't want to talk

about the past.

You must have done something.

Say it, I won't be angry.

It's not that you'll get angry.

It might be contagious.

Contagious, why?

Some of the stories I tell

are contagious, "infected".

Infected?

Infected stories?

How is that possible?

When I lose something I long for,

I lose the ground under my feet.

All around me gets dark.

And then, weird things

come to mind.

I can't tell who is good

and who is bad.

The strong ones

lose their strength.

And then, everything

comes upside down.

What you say is wonderful.

When you say whatever comes

to your head, that's genuine love.

Back home,

we call it mythopathy.

They got him into trouble.

- Magda is worried sick.

- Why?

Last Sunday, he came to see us, and

he had the biggest smile in his face.

Full of joy, talking all the time

about what he did and how he felt.

So why worry?

Because he seems to be in love,

and we don't know who she is.

- Doesn't he say anything to you?

- No, he doesn't.

- But very soon we'll know.

- How?

I gave him a camera

so he can learn to shoot.

When a young man is in love,

he keeps shooting silly pictures.

Of the girl

who put a spell on him!

Move your hair from your face.

That's good...

That's it! Now smile!

Look at the light!

Don't look at me!

Nice!

Move your hair from your face.

Perfect!

Perfect!

Two pairs.

- Three of a kind.

- Full house.

We're going to New York

next summer.

How nice!

To see Avant-Garde, contemporary art,

experimental cinema.

The world is changing out there,

and here we know nothing about it.

The real Avant-Garde

is in Latin America.

Asleeping volcano.

Bogota... Valparaiso... Havana...

My dad has been

to all those places.

He was Onassis' friend.

Why did he come back?

So he can have me.

He lived what he had to live,

and then he settled down here.

People had guts back then,

they were taking risks.

They lived a full life.

Stelios wants us

to go to Moscow.

"Three Sisters",

"The Seagull", the Bolshoi Ballet.

All the plays of the bourgeoisie...

they show them to tourists.

An exotic Mausoleum...

- Stanislavski is the only real thing!

- Who's he?

Come on!

Don't you know Stanislavski?

Andrei always works

with his method.

It doesn't matter. You'll see it

at the rehearsal tomorrow.

What is the actor's task?

To dig up inside him

trigger all the secret and dark

emotions he or she had in the past

and transfer them to the role.

It's only then that we have

what we call truth! "Pravda"!

When the actor's past

meets the role's past

and the audience's present.

Shall we do it again?

Oh, wretched fruit of a womb,

enslaved to the vain human nature.

- Hi, there.

- Hi, Stelios.

- Everything good?

- We're getting ready.

- Hello, how are you doing?

- Good.

Vangelis, Makis and Stavros.

We're making our first short film

with Makis. He's in charge.

Stavros wants to join the team.

An accomplished photographer.

He also writes very well

and plays the guitar.

- Welcome.

- Welcome.

And stay with us.

We'll read the script.

Since you write,

we'd like to hear you opinion.

- Let's go.

- What is it about?

Astudent from a small town

wanders in modern Athens,

facing the cruel reality...

Our hero realizes that a monster

is stalking everywhere.

Now, Greece,

except the Americans,

has new allies, the Europeans,

who also threaten our national

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