Pornografia

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Present a Jan Jakub Kolski film

PORNOGRAPHY:

Screenplay

Based on the novel by Witold Gombrowicz

Starring

Set Designers

Interior Design

Costume Designer

Makeup

Edited by

Sound

Production Managers

Executive Producer

Producers

Music

Cinematography

Directed by

That spring 1 k. potatoes

cost 0.6 zloty in Warsaw...

-1 I kerosene. 1.20;

Parsley, 0.15.

It was Warsaw 1 943

in the wartime Poland...

... deep in the teeth

of German occupation.

With my friends from the rity cafe

before the war...

... we'd now meet in an apartment...

... only to drink and still try to be

artists. writers. and thinkers.

What brings you here

Frederick?

A cold. arctic wind...

or maybe a warm one... I forget.

No kidding?

Earnest as can be,

I've got four hare pelts

and leather soles to sell.

Anyone interested?

Thanks.

Counsellor Lipszyc.

Baron von Ordo's daughter.

Mr. Leleniewski; composer;

deep into the esoteric East.

Painters. writers.

and poets who survived.

The best blue blood in town.

What more can you want?

Just a match. please.

- Where have you been?

- Stop it.

- Where have you been?

- Stop it!

The cloying smells there...

the shamelessly bandied

words;

"God.- art; theatre. nation.-

proletariat..."

as if the war was of no

concern to us.

We chatted while Europe

was in flames.

Then Frederick arrived;

sat down and said little.

Hardly could iI realize that

he'd get me involved

in the strangest story

of my life.

Am I handsome?

You look young.

But am I handsome?

You have a striking face.

But we don't

call it handsome.

Youve got carried away; huh?

But I like you anyway.- my

dear Witold.

I'm not handsome

but you know what?

I'm beautiful.

Let's go.

In the next months.

as we got close...

... he turned out to be

quite refined...

... experienced in theatre.

film; and circus art.

One day my old friend

Hippo lit S. from the Sandomierz region...

... wrote asking me over

with my new friend.

"its peaceful here.- but

for some bands of marauders."

"The countryside isn't safe."

"Come.- both of you.

The more the merrier."

What's in there?

What's in there?

- Something.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Meaning?

Everything.

Everything?

Will you take the boy

to the manor...

... with a heavy bag of onions?

Sure.

Karol!

There they are.

Thank God

you've arrived.

This must be Mr. Frederick.

- Welcome.

- Welcome.

I know..- you wrote...

theatre.- wrestling bouts...

... romancing

all those chorus girls; right?

Right.

I wont ask anything.

- Let me take your case.

- No; thank you...

Ive grown fat.

Devil only knows why.

Because of everything.

And you're following in my footsteps.

And that's Mary.

My wife... my dear Mary.

They burned Sieniechw. In Rudniki.

they broke the overseer's legs.

I had refugees

from Poznan.

No news from Ostrowiec or

Bodzechw whatsoever.

Everybody's waiting.- all ears...

It's peaceful for the time being.

But wait till it bursts

when the front line gets closer.

It'll be a bloodbath... an

explosion.- a riot...

Like I say...But the worst thing is

there's nowhere to run.

...pray for us now. and

in the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary. full of grace;

The Lord is with thee...

... blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

- Hello. Iie-abed!

- What time is it?

- Oh. it's late.

- I promise to improve.

And here's Henia.

my beautiful one...

... the most beautiful

in the whole world.

Mom is ready

and the horses are too.

It's Sunday; were off to Mass.

You may join us if you like.-

but we won't force you.

Truth is the church burned down

and Mass is in the coach house.

You may find it

quite interesting.- gentlemen.

... Your crown woven of

stars on Your head...

I didn't understand

what moved Frederick so much...

Must've been someone

he saw. or remembered?

- What's your name?

- Veronika.

Are you sure?

And that's Henia...

My little Henia...

Karol. son of the overseer

of Ikana.

Now. a handyman

in Hippolit's care...

A flaxen-haired god.-

daring partisan...

and a reckless whippersnapper.

His appearance tipped

the delicate balance...

... between us and them.

There was too much youth now.

Something pert about Henia

lording it over us. unawares.

Her youth wasn't meant for us...

Karol's youth was for Henia.-

and hers was for him...

But the whippersnapper

and the silly goose didn't know it.

Siemian and his men.

Must've shot someone.

Let's go to sleep.

I saw.

A nice couple.

God willing, she'll get

engaged one of these days.

Someone local?

Yes. a neighbour.

Vaclav Paszkowski of Ruda...

a very decent man indeed.

His mother runs the estate;

a saintly woman.- but... a widow.

Henia's young...

No better suitors around.- though.

Attorney-at-law.- responsible.-

talented.- and very well-read.

I see,

Why so sad?

There's something cheeky

about youth; don't you think?

What?

Everything.

I haven't thought about it.

Didn't you see

they're made for each other?

I didn't spy on them.

No mutual attraction at all.

What's lacking

is the chemistry of love.

- What?

- The chemistry of love!

No power can join them.

Rather than power.-

it only takes a few tricks...

Like housebreaking a dog.

- Give them a push.

- What?

- Give them a push.

- Right away?

Now.

Do you know

what you're abetting?

You really don't.

You want it?

I do.

Want to make a bet?

- What's at stake?

- Exactly...

- What's at stake?

- I don't know.

How. about... everything?

Meaning?

You'll see.

Wait.

rolled specially for you.

Brown-nosing, huh?

Are we intruding?

No. I've had it with

these potatoes.

Would Miss...

care for a... stroll?

I sure would.

Closer to the socket.

Karol!

The trouser leg!

Roll it up.

Wait!

Lether do it

Why me?

Do it for him.

So... Lets go.

The suitcase.

Vaclav...

the captivating lawyer...

Henia's fianc... and yes...

Frederick's future victim.

I got it instantly and felt

my sympathy for him grow.

Welcome aboard. friend.

Mr. Frederick; it's terribly sad.

Sad?

Away with it!

Gone!

Play a happy tune; please.

Happy?

Please.

Bravo!

So talented... Is there

anything you can't do?

Many things.

Like what?

Well; I can't take you away

from Vaclav. try as I might.

No one can do that...

in the whole world.

No thanks.

Hans...

Berta keeps writing me...

Good girl.

... to beware of

those dangerous Poles.

Hans!

But they're such nice folks.

Hans!

Eggs! Eggs. for f***'s sake!

Eggs! Capish?

Eggs!

Mr. Myszynski!

- Should I give them eggs?

- Yes. And f*** them!

Good morning!

Good morning! They don't

understand a f***ing word.

Lock the horses in.

With the cows.

- Eggs.

- Yes; eggs.

Wait a minute.

Here are your eggs

My pleasure.

A gift from

our chickens and cows.

Zoska. the milk!

Here you are.

Here.

- Thanks.

- Good day.

Andres... eggs!

- Here.

- No; thanks.

Good bye.

Good f***ing riddance!

Don't ever come back again.

I get drunk...

... when I'm afraid.

I stash bottles away everywhere.

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