All language subtitles for Sjaj u ocima (Miradas amorosas) 2003

A Srdjan Karanovic film

LOVlNG GLANCES

Dedicated to Rene Clair

Belgrade, 1 995

The city is full of refugees
from all over the former Yugoslavia

Hello! ls this
the lonely-hearts club,

or whatever it's called?

Ma'am, may l ask you something...

Sweetie, what are you waiting for?
-l can't, l feel like an idiot.

lf they can't find me
no one can.

l hope they can.

Maybe you've given up on me.
-Who left first?

Hurry up.
Find me and come to me.

l'm happy to be in Belgrade and
Yugoslavia helping other people.

Like all people,
l don't want to be lonely.

l want to find someone
who will understand me.

Next!

Go ahead!

l just wanted to say that,
we individual refugees are

like other people.
We want to meet someone,

get close to them and live
some sort of normal life.

Since we can't live
in our own homes.

All right, all right, move on.
Tell us your likes and dislikes.

Well, l like football,
l play the guitar a bit.

l had a dog named Vucko.
l wonder where he is now...

Do you work with America?

NAME: LABUD PRODANOVlC
BORN lN CROATlA 1 97 4.

NATlONALlTY: SERB

So how did you end up
in Sarajevo?

l studied philosophy until
the war started. -And then?

Then l went back home to
Serbian Krajina, now in Croatia.

There's nowhere better...
l quit smoking.

Can you find my fianc,e
in America? l asked

the Red Cross, United Nations
and different organisations.

No one could help.
-Excuse me.

We are a professional agency
that facilitates partnerships

between people of the opposite
sex. We are a member of the

lnternational Council of Marriage
and Friendship Agencies.

We therefore have contacts with
sister agencies all over the world.

Great.

So, can you help me or not?
-What kind of passport do you have?

l thought it might be Bosnian.
Our collaboration with US partners

works only in one direction.
-l don't understand.

Americans can ask us
for candidates, we can't ask them.

Due to the sanctions.
-But...

No buts... We have rich
local resources, someone to suit

every client's taste. We hold
balls, organize excursions.

And for Yugoslav citizens
we can contact similar agencies

in lraq, Libya, North Korea,
Belarus... -Forget it.

Why not? They have
intelligent, refined girls too.

AFFlRMATlVE!

l personally taught
my ''Froggy'' to talk! -Great.

Hey, is that a 486 1 6 megahertz
voice recorder? lt's great!

Call if you change
your mind, or just show up.

Help yourself.
-Thanks.

Here.
-No, it's for later.

Come on, move it along,
here you are...

Any bread?
-ln two hours.

Come on, move it along, faster...

Tuck your shirt in, you look
like a godforsaken creature.

l am a godforsaken creature, Ma.

Please wash your hair. How many
times do l have to tell you?

Please, give me a break.

Son, you've got everything.
You're young and healthy.

You may have lost your mother
and your family may be scattered

all over the world...
But some are a lot worse off.

l asked you to give me a break.

Excuse me,
do you have a can opener?

Thank you.
-Your welcome.

Good evening.
-Hi!

Don't let them press-gang you
to fight in Bosnia.

l wasn't born yesterday.

We'll find each other
sooner or later.

lt would help if you'd
give me your address.

How can l? l'm just a figment
of your imagination, you silly boy.

Why did you leave?

They opened fire on our house
from the hill.

lt wasn't me. Who'd have thought
there'd be war in Sarajevo.

When l heard you were in America
l thought you'd come back.

l thought you'd come
and join me.

l wanted to,
but it was too late.

Then l returned home,
which is now in Croatia...

And now l can't leave Belgrade.

You've got that
look in your eyes.

So have you.

Female dog, five letters.

Bitch!
-Right.

lf you want to prove
you're mad,

go to America
and look for her.

Were you in the Muslim..., sorry,
Bosnian, or Serbian army at home?

lf l'd been in any army
l wouldn't be here.

l don't like war.
-lt makes no difference.

You are not entitled to
a US immigration visa.

l have a fianc,e and friends
in Chicago. l will do anything.

Why not get married to your
fianc,e through the consulate?

You'd get a visa
rather easily then.

l don't know her address.

She knows yours?
-She doesn't.

l'm sorry.

Don't forget your passport.

lf only you were here, Professor!

Prof!

Listen to my latest poem.

''Woman is a flower,
woman is a rock,

woman is dawn,
woman is darkness.

Oh, woman, there is
no life without you.''

What do you say?
-Bravo, Prof!

You were always...

''She's there, you're here,
she longs, you long,

longing, longing, longing.
Oh, life, full of longing.''

You have to find a girl here.

Your hairdresser
doesn't have to know.

That's a nice thing to teach him.

Because you were her first lover.
-He seduced me then left me.

That's not the whole story.
And who introduced you two?

Back in Sarajevo, on the excursion.
-So what?

He said he'd be faithful forever.
-That's not so important for men.

You weren't too bothered either
when we were at it last Easter.

How could you!
-Easily!

When l was expelled from Croatia
l was saved by women,

both in Belgrade
and here in Prague.

Stop it!
Shame on you!

This guy's all over the place.

No girl wanted you until
you met me. And none will now.

We'll see. How could you,
with Professor at Easter?

Forget it...

l could put highlights
in your hair.

God knows who else you've been with?
-Don't be silly.

That's it.
You're not letting yourself go.

Here, freshen up a bit.

Hi there. l'm Labud Prodanovic
from Sarajevo, or rather Croatia.

l don't know anyone here and...

He should have said he's Serbian?
-He must have forgotten.

That's why she ran away.

Why are you alone? l am too.

l thought we might talk...

l see you're not alone.
That's really nice.

lt's nice to have someone.

You'll always have me
in your dreams. -Yeah, right.

Why don't you look for me?

lf l'm not in Hungary
or Macedonia then l'm here.

l don't know if you're alive,
how can l look for you?

Or maybe you don't care about him.

Don't listen to that
old bullshitter.

Whatever you do,
you should sow your wild oats.

Leave the girl alone.
Finish your studies...

No more.
-Good, Mum.

lmagine someone over there
is holding her hand,

whispering to her,
caressing her.

Come here, kid!

Get to work!

Shame on you!

This is work, Mum.

You're right!

Just so you're alive and well.

God knows who you're fooling around
with over there!

What was that?
-Nothing, nonsense. Sorry.

What's this!

l can just see them wrapped
around your little finger.

Someone punctured my tire!

There's all kinds of trash about
these days. Get to work, kid!

Here you are.

Please abstain from communication
until proper processing is complete.

l am a teacher and Albanian,
so he'd have to be refined,

and similar to me.

l've experienced true love
1 2 times, nine times

with my late husband.
l don't mean the first and ninth,

but ever since he died
l've been looking...

They're all older and foreign.

lt's experience, not age,
that counts.

''Shine, shine,
in your eyes shine...''

Look at me.

You don't have that look
in your eyes anymore.

...He has to like music
and speak English, that's it.

l came to Belgrade to look
for a good, honest man,

Russian and Serbian
friendship is eternal...

Bastard!

He has to like dogs
and be a real man.

ls that clear?

The one who likes dogs.
-No description, just the number.

BC 4732.

AVAlLABLE. COMPATlBlLlTY 4-
ON A SCALE OF 1 -5.

Try anyway. Sometimes
''Froggy's'' criteria are too high.

Don't forget, the recognition sign
has to correspond to her affinities.

Thank you, ''Froggy''.

Aren't you a bit ashamed?
-Not a bit.

Like you were when you were with
the Professor at Easter. -What?

And all those Americans.
-Who do you trust? -Only myself.

You're just imagining it.
-That's more than enough.

You fool.

Sorry. This time there
shouldn't be any problem.

Unfortunately, pirated program.

You messed up all my contacts.
-NO MlSTAKES.

Why are you doing this to me?

Don't say a word,
silence is golden.

You're dead to me forever.

Maybe, am l here in Belgrade
looking for you.

Too late.
Get lost, both of you.

l didn't... Did you...?

lt's a mistake.

Doesn't matter.
l'm Romana. -Labud.

What?
-My name is Labud (Swan).

Great name, like a bird.
-And you're like a girl from Rome.

Can l walk you home
if you're not going to wait

for your original date?
-Let's go.

l'm from Belgrade. Ultra.
My old man scored a villa

in the fancy district,
on Sholina Street.

Got a Jacuzzi. Awesome.
Know where it is?

That's cool. A wicked street full
of powerful old men, OK artists,

but the commute is a bitch, buses
like tin cans, and the smell!

So l take cabs and chill.
What's your game?

You're quiet because you don't
understand my Belgrade slang.

Where are you from?

Say you're a Serb.

They don't like refugees here, so...

Who asked you! Go away!

What's wrong with you?
-Nothing, why?

Do you ever feel
you aren't quite alone?

That they are still around you.
Loved ones who have died

or are far away.
-Do you think l am crazy?

Romana, wait for me!

Don't tell Happy Millennium about
our contact, l won't either.

Didn't you overdo it, sister?

l don't know, Agnes, maybe.

Are you going on
the ''Romantic Train'' excursion?

Miss your boyfriend, honey?

We broke up ages ago.
You were my love flop.

l know, but grab my manhood...
the Balkan way!

You pig! Don't come
to me ever again!

Hey, Vida, wait!

Did you see a tall
girl in blue get on?

l didn't see a thing,
boss, all l do is work!

ls this seat free?
-Yes.

l'm looking for Labud Prodanovic,
from Sarajevo.

l asked about him on Wednesday.

l'm looking for Vida Martic again,
a hairdresser, she was in Chicago.

Did she come here?

We've got A to F here,
Ps are on the upper floor.

There's never anyone there.
-They're on their break,

be patient,
you're not the only one. Next!

She's not on our lists.
-l must have imagined her.

Be patient,
it will all work out.

Dear clients of Happy Millennium,
welcome to our special excursion.

Loneliness is the greatest problem
of our time. We should

not enter the new millennium,
without someone we truly love.

l hope this excursion will be
a turning point in your lives.

Please take the seats determined
for you by the computer.

BC 31 78 go to seat 32,
and you sir, go to seat 9.

Dimitrovsky, don't be a
smart-alec. Go to seat 26.

Excuse me.

BC 4732.
-Present!

Go to seat 1 9.
-lt was my pleasure.

Hi tiger!

What's your favourite team?

Don't forget your membership card

will give you two soft drinks
or one with alcohol.

Are you here on duty?
-No, personal matter.

BACKACHE BAND

l kicked him between the legs,
grabbed him by the neck,

slapped him and said
to the bastard,

''See what a babe l am,
a babe who wants to screw''.

He couldn't believe it...

Hi, what's up?
-Nothing, just chilling.

What's your number?
-BC-3247.

l'm BC-4732, you dyslexic slut.
You grabbed my candidate.

Me?
-Management!

Just to let you know,
l'll kick her ass.

Who, why, take it easy...

l've waited three weeks and
that bitch is going to snatch him.

This is ridiculous.
-No, it isn't.

Don't you have a candidate?
-They put me with a Greek.

He wasn't that great.

Right now l'm alone.
-Me, too.

Who knows how many she's had.

Those are best
for sowing your wild oats.

l'm studying Slavic languages,

thinking of leaving and
joining my sister in Sydney.

They are not great with
Slavic languages. -Right.

l know, l don't feel like
going to America either.

l could go and get a job,
finish college, but...

Nope. Babe will not screw him.

Dad, who is this young man?

l'm Romana's first, a Slovene,
erotic fugitive.

ln the east, in Zagreb,

l saw that chicks dig orgasms,
so l stayed.

Do you dig orgasms?
-You end product of peristalsis...

Sir, the Serbs say
theirs are this big

but technique is most important.

Don't be afraid,
if you're dead.

Come here, you cow,
if you've got the balls...

Loving glances with romances

Letters never sent,
eyes that still pretend

Loving glances,
lots of chances

The story of our love
like stars that shine above

Good night!

Just go ahead,
sometimes we prefer spontaneity.

And the camouflage girl?
-''Froggy'' will find her someone...

lf anyone wants to volunteer
tomorrow, call the Agency.

Thanks, l don't smoke.

Take one and go after her.

l won't take them anymore or
my name isn't Labud Prodanovic.

What's your name?
-Labud Prodanovic, why?

Just asking.

We're not...
lt would be a bummer...

What's wrong with spending
some more time together.

Does it bother you,
that l'm a refugee?

On the contrary.
Let's not bore each other anymore.

l have to go to a bash at the
Hyatt Hotel. l'm already late.

Bye.

Open the door!

What Hyatt!
You see she's lying.

Are you in or out?

Where have you been, big Tom?

l'm not studying anything.

l do odd jobs
'til l leave for Sydney.

l'm from Zagreb, Croatia.

l wanted to pretend
l am from Belgrade.

l wanted to fit in.

When they...

Now you know. You can go.
l'm not for you.

Yes, you are. We are the same
and now l like you even more.

Only if l'm right for you.

You're not, but...

Heaven forbid, a Catholic!

''Man does not know, does not know,
what life has in store for him.

He does not know
if life gives or takes.

Man does not know,
does not know.''

Good evening.
-Hi.

Excuse me, is your daughter
Catholic? ls she baptized?

lt won't work.

That's enough.
-But. -No buts.

l have to wash this stuff.

OK.

Bye
-Bye.

She's not as crazy as l was,
to give herself all at once.

COOKlNG OlL ON ORDER

lf you had left with me, my Michael
would have found you a job.

And an ethnically pure guy
in an ecologically clean country.

Uncontaminated.

Of course, honey pie.

Left or right?
-Left.

Then right.

You're a sweetheart.

Easy woman, five letters.
-Whore.

That must be her since she's a liar.
-Mum, how can you say that?

Who else should l worry about?
-You don't have to.

What if you decide to marry.
You're Orthodox and she's Catholic.

So what, if we are in love.
-Love doesn't last.

Only your religion
and nationality do.

Particularly in our country.

What can l do for you Miss,
or is it Mrs? -l'm engaged.

You have lovely apples.

Good luck. When's the wedding?
-As soon as we meet.

Everyone here is from somewhere
and wants to go somewhere else.

Like in ''Casablanca'' but for real.
This visa, that passport, etc.

That's how it is.
You and l are like that too.

Unfortunately.

And Happy Millennium?
That girl in camouflage, that music.

lf it hadn't been for them...
-Maybe it would be better.

We never would have met...
-Aren't we fine?

Yes, but...
-But what?

lnstead of settling down
he's fooling around with women.

First that one and now this one.
-Kids are the same in Prague.

You don't know how lucky
you are to be dead.

l'm afraid you're wrong.
Death is so boring.

Hello.
-Hi.

We hope for the best
and fear the worst.

l don't understand anything.

Glance... a little kiss...

A glance... a kiss...

lt won't work this way.

She'll never sing for him in the
morning like she did for me.

Loving glances with romances...

Don't drink!
What will they think of us?

lt is... it is coming!

Loving glances with romances

Letters never sent
eyes that still pretend.

l was Mehmed lbrahimagic,
pastry maker.

Heaven forbid, a Muslim!

So your daughter is
half Catholic, half Muslim?

Half Serb, half Muslim.

What brought her here?

When our father died
she had nowhere to go.

Mum died long ago and
our family brought

and left her here,
then they went to Gothenburg.

Nice, eh?

''When it's no good, it's no good,
when it can not, it can not...''

The sex was lousy. Guaranteed.
There won't be a problem.

CHECK YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE
- 1 GERMAN MARK

1 80 over 1 1 0.

You'll have to see the doctor.

l would have paid more
if the reading was lower.

You shouldn't mix ethnically:
a) if you're from the Balkans,

b) if you're not for each other, and
c) when you're with a mental case

like your Serb. What's his
name anyway? Pigeon?

Labud (Swan), sister.
-Whatever.

He's probably an infiltrator,
their secret police

all had code names like that
''Falcon calling Eagle, over''.

How can he live with a Muslim?
lf she was Catholic it might work.

She's a Serb too.
-lt's not enough.

Stop it!
-Muslims don't eat pork.

l love her, understand?

What about that
hairdresser from Chicago?

l'll do it myself.

Hairdressers wash,
they smell nice.

The Balkans are full of bad teeth,
ulcers, haemorrhoids, diarrhoea,

in short, a mess. Who knows what
will come up after all these wars?

Come to Sydney,
your papers are ready.

Remember, always have
a condom in your bag.

Just think about gonorrhoea,
syphilis, crabs, herpes, AlDS.

Suleiman the Magnificent,
strawberry flavoured.

Condoms, every time, everywhere!

We ancestors wouldn't have come
if your mother hadn't called.

l beg you, leave the poor girl
alone and listen to your Serbs.

Labud Prodanovic, booth three.

They're calling you. Go ahead.

You have won a US immigration
visa in the lottery organized

by our lmmigration Department.
Bring your passport and a plane

ticket and you'll have the right
to live and work in the USA.

Did you find my fianc,e?
-No.

Now, you can look for her
yourself and get married.

l'll forgive you if you say we
Serbian girls are the best in bed.

Let's see who has
the most to forgive.

What is that talk?
First make up...

As soon as you get there
go to the police.

l'll give you only sons.
Serbian sons!

That means 100%/% guaranteed.
-Real nice.

Help yourselves, kids.

Why are you so quiet?

Say something.
-What?

You say something.
-What?

l don't know, anything.

l don't know either.

Want to go somewhere?
-Sure.

Where?
-l don't know, you say.

Me? lt's all the same to me.

Me too.

Listen, l really like you,
but l have a fianc,e in Chicago.

We talked about getting married.

And Happy Millennium?
-l was lonely.

lt's hard to explain.
l wanted company, to sow my wild...

l'm being honest with you.
-Moron.

Little moron.
Male chauvinist pig clone.

You're all the same.
-Calm down.

Did you think l'd fall
for someone like you?

Look at yourself. l'll go to
Sydney and find a proper man.

Understand?

This was really a wrong connection.
-Maybe.

Are you happy now?

l'm interested in
the first candidate.

The Greek student. He
wanted me to meet his parents.

What about BC 1 821 ?
-Nothing.

Too bad. lt would've been
a great success for my agency.

Do you see him at all?
We have this letter for him.

No. He's out of my life.

Your student was supposed
to go home on vacation. l'll see.

Men today have to know how
to fix things around the house.

All she has to do is
give him a blow job.

Don't look at me,
Froggy won't allow it.

l like kids and the family.
l want to help...

lt just slipped, honest.

Please stir the soup
so it doesn't burn.

Soap dries you skin,
shampoo attacks your hair.

l hate poofs.

This is what l'd give her
every evening for her enjoyment.

l'd tell her jokes,
like this one.

Two friends meet in the street and
one says to the other...

The Greek hasn't left yet
and wants to see you right away.

The poor thing's dead.

This is driving me crazy.

She wants to go to Sydney
to get married, the bitch.

Hi there, boy. Where were
you when she made a fool of me.

l'll have enough for a ticket.
You'll get by.

You'll find a mate.

Loving glances with romances

Letters never sent,
eyes that still pretend.

All alone, does anybody care

Wandering lost
from here to there

Like the stars fallen from grace

The moon up in its place.

l can't.

She'll stay a baby forever.
-What now?

We'll go to Thessaloniki
to the sun and sea.

l don't understand anything.

l gave you away,
l won't give her away too.

Trains travel, people travel.
What about us?

lf only we could.

Poetic word for the sky,
six letters.

Serbia.
-lt fits.

That's the only place for me.
lf only my boy would come

to his senses,
and settles in America.

When our group went to
Athens to the Folklore

Without Borders Festival,
the Greeks welcomed

our kolo dance from Uzice.
Watch!

l can't take you with me.
They won't let me.

Particularly since you're
from the Balkans and you

don't have a dog's passport.

Understand?

They say this is all
you can take on a plane.

That's in the past.
All gone.

Listen, l really love her.
What can l do?

l know what l'll do.

HOME vs. VlSlTORS

Due to technical difficulties
we'll forget the agency rules

and let you be spontaneous.
Ladies' choice!

Ladies choice!

Come on, don't be shy!

Hey tiger! Let's forget
what happened.

How about a slow dance?

Your candidate's got
a screw loose!

Where can l get changed?

Do you guys ever separate?

Are you afraid of a
threesome, babe?

On the contrary.

Want to dance?

Are they going to be
together or not?

l need ''Froggy's'' advice.

And now for the broom...

All alone, does anybody care

Wandering lost from here to there

Like the stars fallen from grace
The moon up in its place.

Loving glances with romances

Letters never sent,
eyes that still pretend...

lt will be.
-Nothing will be.

There are more of them.

Yes, but our enemies have always
outnumbered us.

Sister, close your eyes and say,
''l'm a Muslim,''

and forget all those sparrows,
falcons and gulls. -Muslim?

Your grandmother was a Jew.
-How does he know?

What would l have
said if l was alive.

You couldn't live anyway.
Your heart was bad.

You know, if l can't screw,
then whoever can should.

Good luck.
-lgor, you're OK.

What would my
Serbian ancestors say?

You said your
great-grandfather was Austrian,

and grandmother from ltaly.

Help me, God, l beg you.

Who are you?
-l'm your father.

He's his father.
-A Greek?

Don't you remember
Folklore Without Borders?

He's ours!

And she is ours!

Everyone attack!
-We're the best!

l'm an erotic refugee too!

Sorry.
The Balkans are the Balkans.

Dear guests,
clients and friends.

lt's time for the event
of the night

and the greatest international
success of my agency.

Please take your seats.

''Dear Labud,
l tried so hard to find you,

l looked everywhere for you,
even here in Belgrade.''

Vida Martic, born in Sarajevo,
contacted us from Chicago.

Through our computer we matched
her with a wonderful young man

who is now our son-in-law,
Monsieur Fransois Godard,

a UN consultant from France.
Applause, please!

Never be lonely, and never leave
your homes unless you're forced.

l love Vida and l love you.

Vive La France
and Long Live Yugoslavia!

All alone, does anybody care

Wandering lost
from here to there...

''Thank God, Tito
and my mother that l can write.

l hope you're alive.
l'll never forget you.

Life wouldn't let us be together,
but things could have been

a lot worse considering
where we were born

and what others have suffered.
l didn't hear from you

for long time and couldn't wait.
l took the best path l could,

using the latest
technological assistance.

l hope you
aren't waiting for me

and found a girl to love you.

l want you to have everything
you need to be happy.''

Don't be afraid,
l'll always be with you.

Are we together for real?

Nope, we're just dreaming.

What now?
-l have no idea.

Where are we going?
-l don't know, don't ask.

l just know we're going
somewhere together.

That's right.