Querelle Page #6
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- 1982
- 108 min
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we've become.
We were friends
right from the start.
I hope nothing happens to you.
Querelle's friendship for Gil
developed to the brink of love.
Like himself, Gil had killed.
He was a little Querelle
for whom Querelle maintained...
a strange feeling
of respect and curiosity.
As though he was standing before
the fetus of a baby Querelle.
He wanted to make love to him...
because he believed his tenderness
would be strengthened by it.
Because he would be
more closely linked to Gil...
whom he would then link
more closely to himself.
But he didn't know
how to go about it...
since he, having always been f***ed,
didn't know how to f*** a guy.
A gesture
would have embarrassed him.
- You're sweet, you know that?
- Why?
You let me kiss you like this
without complaining about it.
Why should I?
I told you you are my friend.
- This isn't bothering you, is it?
- No.
You've got to be
my very special friend forever.
- Do you understand?
- Yes.
- And will you?
- Yes.
In some obscure way...
Querelle understood
that love is voluntary.
You have to want it.
When you don't love men...
letting yourself get f***ed
can give you pleasure...
but to f*** men,
you have to love them...
even if only
at the moment you're f***ing.
So if he was to love Gil,
he would have to give up his passivity.
Querelle tried.
My friend.
What a shame we can't
stay together forever.
But we'll meet again.
To be together like here...
I'd like that.
The vision of the solitude
in which their love had developed...
increased his love for Gil.
And he felt to be
everything for him...
his one friend, his one family.
I never loved a boy before.
- You're the first one.
- Truly?
Truly.
Gil had finally resigned himself
to the other crime.
Little by little, he assumed
responsibility for the sailor's murder.
Hi.
You want something from me?
Depends.
On what?
On you.
I've got a tip for Mario.
But you've got to promise me you won't
tell anybody where it came from.
Nobody.
Never.
Is that clear?
I promise you.
That's all I can say.
That'll do.
You can tell Mario...
that this Polack...
this Gil Turko...
will be on the train
that leaves for Bordeaux at 4:20.
Ciao.
But loved by Querelle...
I would be loved
by every sailor in France...
because Querelle is a compendium of all
their masculine and naive virtues.
If I desire authority...
this admirable form
which evokes love and fear...
then I must awaken
a feeling for this authority...
in the heart of the sailors.
They ought to love me.
I want to be their father
and injure them.
I shall mark them.
They will hate me.
In the face of their misery
I shall remain unmoved.
More and more, the feeling
of perfect power will fill my being.
Having conquered my compassion,
I shall be strong...
and sad, when I regard
my pathetic disguise.
I know that I will
never leave Querelle.
My whole life will be
dedicated to him.
Good morning.
When I suffer,
I can not believe in God.
In pain,
all I can count on is myself...
in the misfortune for which
I have someone else to thank.
I always knew
you were a murderer!
Come on! Stab me!
We haveJesus to thank
that we are able to glorify humility...
for He made it
the sign of the divine.
The godhead in our
innermost depths...
For why should we renounce
the violence of this world?
If this Godhead
is to confront violence...
then it must be strong
if it is to achieve the victory.
And humility can only
be born of humiliation.
Otherwise it is nothing
but vanity.
Put away your knife.
- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Good morning. What can I do for you?
Would you be good enough
to come with me to the police station?
Certainly.
For what reason?
I want you to look at a suspect.
It concerns the robbery.
- You have a suspect then, do you?
- We have.
Is that a fact?
Then I'll be glad
to come along with you.
Let's go.
Querelle was now Lysiane's lover.
The excitement she felt thinking about
the identity of the two brothers...
exasperated her
to such a degree that she felt lost.
What did you hope to achieve...
by attacking
your fellow worker Theo Celine?
- I wanted to kill him.
- You did?
So you already thought of killing him
when you broke the bottle...
with which
you mortally wounded him?
Yes, I wanted to kill him.
So, before you hit him, it was clear
that you might kill him with the bottle?
Absolutely, Inspector.
I wanted to kill him.
Why did you want to do that?
He hurt my honor and my soul.
How did he do that?
He made fun of me
in front of everybody...
including myself.
And that was reason enough
for you to kill a man?
Can one man do
anything worse to another...
than hurting his honor?
Well...
I suppose there are some differences
of opinion on that subject.
I repeat once again:
you killed the sailor Vic Rivette
to rob him of his money...
and you killed Theo Celine
because he hurt your honor.
Is that correct?
Yes.
That's correct.
And the robbery
of Naval Lieutenant Seblon?
It's exactly as I told you.
I had nothing to do with that one.
You're sticking
to your story on that. Fine.
- Marcellin?
- Yes, Inspector.
Well, Lieutenant, here he is.
Do you recognize him?
You, take off your hat.
And get up.
No, it's not him.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I must ask you
to think this one over very carefully.
Maybe you do remember
this young man.
I don't understand
what you're getting at.
I'm concerned with justice too.
I can't accuse an innocent man.
Are you absolutely certain?
Absolutely.
I would have recognized him right away
because his face was right next to mine.
Lieutenant, you may go now.
You haven't even
got a decent hard-on.
It doesn't stay up forever.
You know...
I've dreamt a lot
about your prick lately.
Yeah?
Was it nicer in your dreams?
No.
I'm very satisfied.
You have a solid, heavy,
massive prick.
Not elegant, but strong.
And so different from Robert's.
Different how?
Your prick has more character.
Why did you refuse me for so long?
I didn't refuse you.
It's just that you were
my brother's woman.
And now?
Now I'm getting revenge
on my brother.
So...
that's the reason.
And me?
And me?
You?
You're just a woman.
Each man kills the thing he loves
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
Careful, Querelle!
If you lose your footing,
you can sometimes fall very far.
Thanks, Inspector.
How about it?
Throw dice with me?
No.
I'll never throw dice
with you again.
Give me a double scotch.
They even have to get drunk
on the same day.
The "Holy Brothers."
I said a double.
Some kill their love
when they are young
And some when they are old
Some strangle with the hands of lust
Some with the hands of gold
Where are you going?
That's nobody's business.
Do you hear me?
Hey, you wanna get f***ed?
Come on, baby.
You wanna get f***ed by me?
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