Passion
- Year:
- 1974
- 62 min
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People would think she was happy,
without a blemish on the face or voice.
No one would ever believe
how far she fell into
the excesses of the senses
and the dark calls of sex
that would forever destroy the
insipid pleasures of the flesh
enjoyed by common people.
Escaping the northern mists
she left deserted shores
for they were the stage of
dramatic events.
And the madness and rapture for blood
drove her to the doors of death.
Motherless, George grew up alone.
Waiting for admission at the university,
he moved into the house that his father,
a sanctimonious and stupid old general,
had in that seaside resort.
He was sure that there, during winter,
he would not come to torment him.
He was 18 when he met that girl
who looked like she was the only living creature there.
She was older than him and a great
curiosity started to grow in him.
He started to wait for her,
to follow her,
to spy on her along those
vast shores
often hit by violent and sudden sea storms.
George was paralyzed by the excitement.
She had in her eyes something so
evidently greedy, insatiable,
that every move she made gave rise to
because he knew that under that dress,
that surely once belonged to her mother,
she was completely naked.
Simone, in her strange fantasy,
to raise the dress from behind up to the hips
because just the thought of being looked at that
way aroused her tremendously.
But she waited in vain.
George was a shy college boy
with no initiative whatsoever
The plates are made to sit on them
didn't you know that?
Do you bet I will sit on the milk plate?
Do you bet I will sit on it?
Do you bet?
Milk is for the p*ssy.
- I bet you won't do it
- Really?
Watch this.
Have you ever thought it could be
something quite pleasant?
It must be fabulous
Look
From there you can't see anything, George.
Come on, come here.
Get closer.
You wouldn't believe me...
It's so fresh
Look from behind
It was the first time he saw
that pink and dark flesh
cooling in the white milk
You've lost the bet
Now you have to lick the milk
Simone!
- What happened?
- I don't know, Simone
- It's unbelievable
- Why? Who is she?
It's Marcelle, the girl from the castle
next door. I recognize her.
I haven't seen her in a long time.
I thought she couldn't leave home
It's true
I remember her at mass when she was young,
sitting with her parents in the reserved places.
She looked like wax, unapproachable
Look. What a beautiful neck
What are you doing? Are you crazy?
Leave me alone!
- You silly...
- It's true
Now I know why they lock her up:
she's crazy.
Simone
- Take them off, come on
- No... they can see us
- Only the seagulls can see us here
- No...
- Take them off... I get it, I have to do it myself
There's someone!
Hey you!
Hey! Come here, dirty pig!
You were spying on us.
Aren't you ashamed of yoursef?
We won't do anything to you.
What are you doing?
Leave me alone!
I don't want... leave me
Enthralled, carried away, astonished and unaware
Like in front of some tides,
some unrestrainable floods.
As hit by a long, exhausting, sweet storm.
An extraordinary, unique, unrepeatable event.
caught them by surprise,
helpless and innocent.
Marcel was coming out of a neglected world
full of nightmares and fears
and they with her, in that desperate
and tender embrace of humanity and nature
liberation from the humiliations
and the damnation of the flesh
You see, it's my birthday today.
I come of age.
I'm Honourable, I'm Mayor... I can make
the laws, set free all the housewives
- Well said
- And you, ladies and gentlemen...
eminent idiots I was born from
touch glasses with us. Drink!
Drink, because it will be your last toast
Go back into your tombs, vampires!
- I have a gift for you...
- Simone
the metamorphosis of life
the mystery of existence...
You are a hen, I want to see
how eggs are laid
Hmmm, so many eggs you're laying
This is the biggest of all
A golden egg!
What if the first "chickenman" will be born?
This egg one day...call you mother.
It's no one...
...it's my mother
Simone
- Take this madame
- Don't cry because you can't play with us, my darling
And to think that once you were so...
Simona's mother
was a very good and sweet woman
living in the echo of her past
They said she was a great actress
she already sensed the amorous plays of her daughter
But when she caught her
she just watched dumbfounded
without saying a word
because she didn't belong to
this world anymore
Rest in peace
It is useless for you to choke her, mom
- Oh yes.
- Hey, look what I've found
- What's that?
In memory of the marquise Rossana of Paludepaille...
and her daughter Marcelle of Paludepaille...
How strange, this is Marcelle...
... and they say she's dead.
Dad
Sometimes I'm scared
No Marcelle, what scare yous?
I'm trying to win over the
vile havoc of Death
You should be proud of your father.
Like the Egyptians I have my secret
to stop the ravages of time.
You know you look more and more
like you mother, Marcelle
She's what I loved the most
Yes
Immortal
And you've got to stay here with us too
One day we'll get married
and we'll live happily ever after
What are you saying?
You're not your mother
you deceive me with her voice
and her smile
but you'll never take her place.
She was strong in flesh and blood.
And you're just a pale immitation
Open up!
Come out!
Come out if you want to let your lust out.
I'll take you to the stables
What are you doing?
You pissed yourself
You're worse than a sow in heat
You deserve to live in a pigsty
Throw away that doll,
little b*tch
Simone was very excited at the idea of
bringing Marcelle to discover her mysterious tomb.
She knew that place well because
she always played there as a kid
idolizing a sacred place
breaking the balance
shaking from the foundation
that fantastic world, unreal and out of time
Marcelle was already at the mercy of her will
and George, unaware,
was part of the debunking of her creed
Trying to drive away the fears
and the last doubts
of their predestined victim
- I don't want to come
- Why not? Your father will never find out
- It was a secret, I should've never told you
- Why?
Because I imagine what will happen in there
with those boys.
And it's me who'll have to pay for the consequences
Don't exaggerate, we're going to have fun
You're going to forget everything
I can't forget
Did you hear that?
The bridge is trembling.
Look!
- It looks like it's falling down.
- Don't be silly
Come
Even as a child I never wanted to cross it.
It's going to fall down.
You can see it's not falling down.
You always exaggerate
Let's go
How long since I came here...
I remember... I had to play the part
of a cherub
in a ridiculous drama that my mom wrote
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