When Nietzsche Wept Page #4

Synopsis: Viennese doctor Josef Breuer meets with philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche to help him deal with his despair.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Pinchas Perry
Production: Millennium Films
 
IMDB:
6.5
PG-13
Year:
2007
105 min
631 Views


And he starts looking

into this castle.

He begins to spend his time

recollecting these miracles.

How his little

crippled Bertha

moves her legs.

Her lips.

And her arms.

And her breasts.

And his mind

which was filled with

the noblest of ideas

becomes clogged

now with trash.

And that is how

he is today.

He's just rummaging

through the rubbish.

Of Bertha.

As if it contained the

answer to his prayers.

Well, what do you think of this man?

Josef, open

your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Talk to me,

Josef.

This is

my way.

Where is yours?

He asked you to lie

on the couch? Why?

He said it was the best

way for recalling memories.

I nteresting.

He is honoring

his contract,

but offers

no support.

My confessions have failed to produce

even the slightest admission

of his own obsession.

Is your frustration rooted

in your competition with him?

Not at all.

I'm a physician,

Siggy.

I do not meet with my

patient for my pleasure.

But Josef, I've read his books.

He has more penetrating

knowledge of mankind

than any other person. I

think, he may be, perhaps

the greatest psychologist

who has ever lived.

You can best help him

by letting him help you.

Josef?

Josef? It's

after midnight.

Are you coming

to bed?

Soon.

Dr. Breuerl Dr. Breuerl

Dr. Breuerl

Where is

my wife?

Your wife...

is in the housel

Mathilde!

Mathildel

You'll always be

the only man in my life.

Always.

You'll never

regret it, Josef. Never.

You will never regret it, Josef. Never.

I feel healthy.

I wish to waste none

of our precious time

on these physical

exams, hm?

U h, before

we begin,

the last time we met

you called me "Josef."

I like that. Should we use first names?

Friedrich or...?

Fritz.

Friedrich.

My best friend at school

was called Friedrich.

He used to call me the

lad of infinite promise.

What happened

to the lad?

He became

a successful doctor.

And respected.

And rich.

Then you have

fulfilled your goals.

You are satisfied?

I have fulfilled

my goals, yes.

Am I satisfied?

No.

How did you

choose your goals?

No, don't... don't think.

J ust chimney-sweep.

H m.

Goals are

part of my culture.

They're in the air. You breathe them in.

Like every

young Jewish boy,

I wanted to climb out

of the ghetto to succeed.

My father was the great

teacher of my life.

No, Papa.

No, Josef. I won't encourage bad habits.

But I never

chose goals.

They were

just there, like...

like an accident.

And yet not to take

possession of your goals

is just that, let your

life be an accident.

What is

wrong, Josef?

I've had a sudden and painful

understanding of the obvious.

Time is irreversible.

The sands of my life

are running out,

I'm in lockstep with all people

marching towards my death.

So you see clear

vision as a wound.

Knowing that as

my death approaches,

I'm impotent and

insignificant, yes.

That does not mean that

existence has no purpose.

On the contrary. As death creeps closer,

the value

of life increases.

You must learn

to say "Yes," Josef.

But say "yes" to every minute of life.

Be passionate. Be a

free thinking spirit.

Rise above

your limitations.

Be the U bermensch.

H m? Please.

Please, Fraulein. Will you take a seat?

The Russian

is here.

Let her wait.

Good afternoon, Frau

Pettik. Please take a seat.

Herr Schubert,

hello.

Take a seat. The doctor

will be with you shortly.

Please, understand.

I'm very sorry.

Please, the doctor

will see you.

Frau Pettik, the doctor can see you now.

What a pleasure.

I had forgotten.

Then look more carefully this time.

I'm distressed at having

so little time to offer you.

The price of success, Dr. Breuer.

You like to

live dangerously.

Tell me, why

didn't you write

so that I could arrange

a proper time for you?

I am concerned

about our patient.

Our patient?

Have you graduated

from medical school

since our

last meeting?

You must read these

letters N ietzsche sent me.

He writes

as if to punish me.

"You are a woman without

sensitivity or spirit,

incapable of love, a preditor

clothed as a house cat."

Why does he regard me as such a monster?

I deserve to know the

outcome of my efforts.

The outcome

of your experiment.

It's been lovely

to see you,

but I must return to my work.

Where is he?

I cannot tell you.

Or the state

of his condition.

You turn your back to me.

I cannot violate

my patient's... privacy.

Perhaps you are not capable

of being hypnotized.

Perhaps.

I didn't tell you she left some

of N ietzsche's letters with me.

H m. And?

He berates me for feeding

at the trough of lust,

and all the while, he

himself, just like me,

is rummaging through the

trash of his own mind.

You think he should answer

for his falsifications,

may I remind you

of your own.

Of the deceptive premise of

your arrangement with him.

Of the two patients

in this relationship,

I have become

the more urgent case.

General.

What are you

doing, soldier?

Trying to kill

myself, sir.

Oarry on, soldier.

Yes, sir.

General, help me please!

The interesting thing

is that in my dream

the general

was you.

And why me?

A symbol of your

unwillingness to join me

in a down-to-earth

manner perhaps?

Be open

with me.

I presume that,

like all men,

you've suffered

from love-sickness.

Have you ever tasted

the pain of love?

Yes.

And?

I must know.

Let me remind you

of Goethe's words.

"Be a man.

Do not follow me,

but yourself. "

Teaching philosophy and

using it in the real world

are very

different undertakings.

You wish for something

to soothe you now.

Then go, suckle on the

teat of superstition.

Whatever you do,

don't go to reason.

U nfortunately, the

theatrical director of my mind,

the one who stages all

these scenes with Bertha

is unaffected

by reason.

Of course not. For

what reason will a man

could love

such a cripple?

Oh, stop it I

Bertha is intelligent,

beautiful, loving!

Loving?

How?

She tried to seduce you into adultery.

She almost

destroyed you.

You are too

hard on her.

Well, next time

you go to her,

don't forget

to bring your whip.

Yes. I think to love such

a woman is to hate life.

Bertha is

a fine woman.

May I remind you

she became ill

because of her

father's death?

And may I remind

you all fathers die?

I think the time

for excuses is over.

You will always

be the only man in my life.

Friedrich, I need your help.

Attack my obsession.

It's ruining mel

Do you want war?

Yes!

You will follow my

directives without question.

Absolutely.

Sit.

Please.

Olose your eyes.

I magine... your life...

with Bertha.

But I don't

want to!

Please, Josef.

Relax.

Now, you're

starting your day.

You're having your

breakfast, with Anna O.

I want you to compose

a list of 10 insults

and I want you to hurl them at her.

To her face?!

Yes.

What?

Like "ugly?"

Precisely.

Ugly, yes.

Ugly.

Scream it out!

Ugly!

Stupid!

Oow!

Whore!

Sow!

Oross-eyed! Monster! Oripple!

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