Vincent & Theo Page #3

Those are the laws.

There they are, like Newton.

The theory of colours.

And the chromaticism.

Anytime I come to Paris

there is another 'ism'.

Impressionism

Neo impressionism...

What's the name of that one?

Pointillism.

You must know that painter,

he's fabulous.

He uses the colour with

a scientific criterion.

The art is emotional.

- I know.

I don't agree with you.

Emotion is not enough.

It's been probed that

colours are intensified...

with its complementary.

- I've read it.

We thought that we could

change the world...

in two years just because

we wanted to do it.

You were very young.

Now I know we failed.

And we failed for not being...

scientific enough.

I'm not sure about that.

- I have no doubt.

You get too excited.

What has happened

while I was out?

What's the best thing of Paris?

Talking to people,

meeting people,

speaking with other artist.

- You should go to bed.

Don't tell me there's no

market for my work.

Your job is finding it.

If you can sell Corot...

you can sell me.

What are you doing?

What do you do to...

sell my pictures?

I don't need you to

tell me what is my job.

I do what I can to

sell you pictures.

And I only ask you to find

a home when I come

back home.

And how is

the Dutch dolly?

Has the servant come?

I fired her.

- What?

She's not coming!

I needed the money

to buy paint.

And I needed money

to buy this.

You had to buy that.

We have more than a

hundred Japanese printings.

You should have

left me more money.

I've been out

only ten days.

What did she tell you?

Did you ask her?

You didn't do it.

- No!

Why not?

How could I do it?

We will be still alone.

I've got one Dutch.

The same we

made ten years ago.

He has understood impressionism.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Yes, it is.

I'd like you to meet a friend.

Paul Gauguin,

this is Van Gogh.

Pleased to meet you.

I like your pictures.

Do you know Emile Bernard?

He showed me some and...

- Yes, there were other.

You haven't seen

what made in Martinique.

Look at this one.

It's not bad.

But Pisarro did it before.

I love Pisarro.

- My brother has 2...

- 3 pictures

- 3 Pictures in his gallery.

Theo Van Gogh.

Vincent's brother.

He deals whit art.

I lake these.

Women are so tender...

and wild.

I'm wild too.

I hate this puritan

and missionary north.

The nude, the flesh,

the sunlight. I was born for that.

When I was a child in Peru.

- In Peru?

I grew up in Lima.

- You haven't told that to me.

My ancestors

were viceroys.

Borgias of Aragn.

The sun, the sun.

Half of the people is

always naked.

That's the reason

why the colour is so plain,

dense and without transparency.

The forms are

absorbed by the light.

How are you?

Do you feel better?

He says I'll be better...

in a year but...

it's a year.

I've sold the Pisarro.

Fine.

Could you sell a Gauguin?

I'm trying.

He's ruined.

Do you know what he told me?

He told me that

last winter...

he had to work

cleaning toilets...

in that geriatric hospital

that is in the Gare du Nord.

I can imagine him.

Don't believe in all Gauguin says.

- Really?

I think I'll go south.

- Where?

To Provence.

Alone?

Maybe Paul comes whit me.

- Gauguin?

Would you send me

the pension, like before?

Of course.

Do you think you could

give something to Gauguin?

No, Vincent.

I can hardly

afford me to pay one.

Are you saving for the wedding?

Is everything alright?

- Yes.

Is your husband at home?

- He isn't.

You look very tired.

I've tried to paint.

- Tomorrow is going to rain.

I'll have to paint inside.

Would you want to pose for me?

Who is going to want

a portrait mine?

Can I sit down?

I'm Vincent.

Before I was a Dutch painter,

now I'm a French painter.

Move

- Who is winning?

Christ the Sower.

Christ the Sun.

He sees Christ in everything.

We're a very religious family.

They're wonderful.

For me He's the justification

of everything

He says it's him in the South.

A modest Japanese monk

adoring the eternal Buddha.

Of course he looks like a Japanese.

He says he's a monk.

Well, the kind of monk...

that goes to the brothel

twice a week.

You could go.

- I don't have money to go to Arles.

It's a pity, because I know

that he'd like you to be there.

He admires your work.

You're the only person he

has dedicated a picture to.

Our uncle

died some weeks ago.

He left some money, not too much.

You could take it...

and pay your ticket.

Your room is upstairs.

Upstairs?

There are two floors.

- Two floors!

What's this?

- To practising fencing...

and keep fit while

I'm here.

Is this.

This is for me.

Where is your studio?

It's very...

very beautiful.

Where do the rats live?

What kind of paint

can you buy here?

The truth is that it's very bad.

Theo sends me from Paris.

You're lucky of having

a brother like Theo.

This is very bourgeois.

We'll use the cheaper.

The yellow is a little bourgeois.

What does that lady represent?

What is she doing?

She's shouting for being rescued

by art critics.

I'm not sure about that.

This is not art.

They look like posters.

Look what colours.

I've been in Buenos Aires.

In South America is

happening something incredible.

The pictures. They paint

in black and blue velvet.

I found it fantastic.

- Wonderful.

It looks like a new movement,

it'll be the future.

Cockatoos, parrots, tigers...

painted in velvet.

Wonderful!

- It's the new movement.

Mr de Plantier!

Seeing the depth of

your feelings about...

that new South American

painting in velvet...

I think you'd like to go to

the Bureau Maritime

and to buy four return

tickets to Buenos Aires.

Or better, five tickets.

And have a good day.

Please, What a manners!

Good night.

He was the mayor.

How are you? Pleased to meet you.

- Pleased to meet you.

- He's a painter.

Oh, fine!

Which is the younger.

- Cathy, she's there.

The one with the pink ribbon.

Hello. Cathy?

I'm going to read a letter to her.

Thank you, Vivianne.

- Hello, Cessna.

He was very rich. He was a

stockbroker and sold everything.

He had pictures.

He sold everything because...

he thinks that to paint

you need to be poor.

I don't know why we...

bother to do this.

I must be totally...

impotent.

- Me too.

Do you want to marry me?

No!

- It was just an idea.

What are you doing?

Cooking.

Nobody can cook in

such a mess.

How can you find anything?

You have to do the right thing

in the right order.

I'll show you.

You take a tomato...

peel it...

cut it...

take the seeds out...

cut it in slices.

And now some

fresh basil.

Not too much.

Give it to me.

Thank you.

Very good.

And now you add

some cheese.

Do you see?

The colours are complementary.

Now some yellow.

Your yellow.

Olive oil...

some salt...

and that's it.

The food is ready

when you think it is.

You don't need recipes.

You have to use

your imagination.

Cooking is like painting.

You don't like the way I paint.

- I don't like the way you cook.

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