Paris Page #4

Synopsis: Pierre, a professional dancer, suffers from a serious heart disease. While he is waiting for a transplant which may (or may not) save his life, he has nothing better to do than look at the people around him, from the balcony of his Paris apartment. When Elise, his sister with three kids and no husband, moves in to his place to care for him, Pierre does not change his new habits. And instead of dancing himself, it is Paris and the Parisians who dance before his eyes.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Cédric Klapisch
Production: IFC
  3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.9
Metacritic:
68
Rotten Tomatoes:
67%
R
Year:
2008
130 min
$1,000,000
Website
398 Views


But, at work, they're there.

They're upright.

Hello!

They give of themselves.

I like that.

What can I get you?

A baguette, please.

And very warm!

And a pain au chocolat.

Everything okay, Khadija?

Why?

No, I'm just asking.

That'll be 2.40.

Close the drawer. 2.40.

Punch it in. Here and here.

I was sure of it!

"Your head, your bearing,

your gestures

"A re fair as a fair countryside

"Laughter plays on your face

Like a cool wind in the sky

"The sonorous color

You scatter on your dresses

"Cast into the minds of poets

A flowery dance"

Who the f*** are you?

"Those crazy gowns are the emblem

Of your multi-colored nature

"I hate and love you equally..."

You're not some little a**hole,

you're a real psycho.

"The springtime and its verdure

So mortified my heart

"That I punished a flower

For the insolence of Nature

"Some night

When the hour for pleasure sounds

"I would like to creep softly

Toward your precious body

"To punish your joyous flesh,

"Bruise your innocent breast

"To make in your surprised flank

A wide and deep wound

"A nd, dizzying sweetness!

"Through those new lips,

Brighter and lovelier,

"To infuse my venom,

"My sister!"

Bones from the Carmes Convent

January 25, 1814

Construction of the catacombs

began in 1780,

just a few years

before the French Revolution.

The numerous mass graves

at that time

made certain neighborhoods

uninhabitable.

Like the current

Place des Innocents.

They were...

The bodies... the bones

were moved, one by one...

and stacked...

stacked...

I can't. I'm sorry, I can't.

I'm sorry.

No offense,

but I don't believe in this.

I've always found

all this stuff ridiculous.

All what stuff?

Well, you, this...

The couch, psychoanalysis.

I find it completely stupid.

I find it moronic.

Really?

Then why did you come?

I don't really know why I came.

But the problem is

I don't believe in it.

You have to be completely na?ve

to do this.

To do what?

Well, to go there.

To tell your life story,

your childhood,

that whole Oedipus complex thing.

"I'm so attached to my mommy.

How much do I owe you, Doctor?"

Isn't that kind of pathetic?

No.

I can't imagine that

lying on that couch

and blathering on for hours

about your past can,

I don't know,

heal wounds.

I'm pragmatic. You understand?

I'm concrete.

All that guru stuff's not my thing.

I'm the opposite of na?ve.

I only believe in what I see.

And what do you see?

Well...

I'm an historian.

In my field,

we follow tangible leads.

You're thinking,

"This guy's really sick."

"He's really sick.

"He came

but he won't admit he's really sick.

"He acts like he's in great shape.

"He's acting out

his defense mechanisms," as you say.

Isn't that what you're thinking?

I'm listening.

If you came here,

you must feel that something's wrong.

You talk about tangible leads.

What tangible things led you here?

Well, I...

I started a new job a few weeks ago.

I'm doing a sort of

popularization thing for TV.

The other day, I completely snapped.

That's never happened to me before.

I'm afraid now. I'm afraid.

It's an anxiety

I can't wrap my mind around.

It's weird. I don't understand it.

I've always been pretty good

at analyzing things.

Digging up what's not working,

solving problems.

That's my basic activity,

solving problems.

I spent my...

I'm sorry...

I just can't...

It's completely stupid.

Crying like an idiot.

You're good! You won!

I haven't won a thing.

You know, I don't take pleasure

in seeing you cry.

It's no big deal.

Yes, some things are a big deal.

You've admitted

that you're suffering.

You've just realized

something important.

I just realized something?

Yes. You've just realized

the unconscious exists.

It's just given you

"tangible" proof, as you say.

They say that deciding to see a shrink

is already half the battle.

Has anything

happened to you recently?

No. Aside from that new job...

Yes. Oh, yeah...

Now you'll laugh in my face.

I'm not here to laugh in your face.

Go on, tell me.

It may have no relation at all.

Go ahead.

My father died a month ago.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Come and see.

Hold on, that's not it.

That's the entrance. I'll show you

the lobby to give you an idea.

People look happy here.

Oh, that's just an animation thing.

I went to see a psychoanalyst.

A shrink? Why?

I'm sorry, I'm stunned.

Why a shrink?

I'm obviously not well.

Nervous depression, I think.

You're just fine. You're like me.

You're not depressed.

I'm not like you, please.

And I'm not "just fine."

I know that's not a Verneuil thing.

I'm different.

You've always done what you should.

Never a problem. I'm not like that.

I've always done what I should?

It's always been that way.

Even Mom and Dad were like that.

You did everything well.

I was the pain in the ass,

the weirdo,

the problem child.

If that's how you see me...

That's how you are.

That's why we'll never get along.

We've just spent an hour here

and you can't see I'm not well.

You can't even see I'm not well.

You're blinded by wedded bliss,

by your plans to have a baby.

Can't you see I'll never make it?

I could never be like you.

A normal guy.

Completely normal.

Want some herbal tea?

What does "being normal" mean?

I don't know... Nothing.

Roland said I was normal.

He's gotta heal himself.

He's not normal!

Exactly. He said that, too.

He is healing himself.

He's seeing a shrink.

Really?

Why?

I don't know.

He says he's not well,

he's depressed.

He said

I always did everything well.

Do I do everything well?

Well, no...

That's what I said.

Not really.

Not especially.

You haven't got a clue

about lots of stuff.

Lots of your projects aren't...

Some things you blow completely.

Frankly, I think that's unfair.

Anybody here?

Are you my kids?

I have three kids?

That's not what I planned.

I made a mistake in the blueprints.

We'll be Mickael, Marie and Rose.

No, I had something else in mind.

- Look, it's fabulous.

- Yes, it's beautiful.

That's not what I designed.

I imagined

a completely different fa?ade.

- Great to see you.

- How about a movie?

Mommy, look!

I love this neighborhood.

I love this city.

I love this building!

It's impressive. So many floors!

Think you'll finish on schedule?

Great work, guys!

So close to the mall.

- It's so airy!

- What a great vibe!

Do you think you're all normal?

Do you think you're all normal?

Everything's perfect, dear.

I'm normal.

So are you. Very normal!

- Are you okay?

- No!

That's enough, now!

Are you okay, dear?

I'm sorry.

Yes, I'll be fine.

It's you?

It's me.

Obviously,

this is very embarrassing.

I don't feel well.

I don't feel well at all.

That's all you can say?

I'm truly sorry. Really sorry.

You should be.

You're completely nuts!

Do you realize what you did?

How humiliating this is?

It's horrible!

What's your trip?

You think people are puppets?

You smile, on top of it!

I'm not smiling.

I'm embarrassed. You can see that.

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Cédric Klapisch

Cédric Klapisch (French: [se.dʁik kla.piʃ] ; born 4 September 1961) is a French film director, screenwriter and producer. more…

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