All language subtitles for Le.Consentement.2023.French.HDRIP

Schoolyard atmosphere

- I am devastated,

Vanessa. How can you imagine drawing a line

about the most beautiful love story,

the purest,

the brightest that has ever existed?

How do you think you live without the taste of my skin,

my mouth,

our caresses, our kisses?

Your breakup letter betrays you.

She says how you love only me.

So why do you want to hurt me?

I who was the most faithful man

of all, with you.

I made a promise to God

that you would never, no,

never be a part of my past.

- Go ahead.

Say it: “Woe to the

man through whom scandal comes.

"Matzneff, he's too handsome,

"he's too free, too happy, too

insolent, "he's too in love.

"So, I may not be

like everyone else, but I will never deny
- But anyway my accomplices.

to hear you, one would

believe that you belong

to a criminal association.

- Only the judges
can talk about the criminals.

I may be a sinner,

but that only concerns my confessor and me.

The mea culpa, it

is on his own
chest that he is

struck, not on that of his neighbor.

Sorry, dear friend.

- Your neighbor would be

delighted if you
visited her chest.

- The real reproach that these

"honest people"
make of me is that I

have the courage
to be myself, to

regret nothing, and to write, as

Tolstoy liked to say, with
the blood of my heart.

“Perhaps there are only ghosts

around me, “but
what I am sure of

is that the living
are in my books.”

- Yes dear.

- Do you like reading Vanessa?

- Oh yes.

She loves literature.

She prefers books to all the

distractions of
children her age.

- A literary temperament.
- Interesting.

When I was 11, I discovered

The Three Musketeers.

It was thanks to Dumas

that I became a rider.

Reading a book can

change the course of a life.

It is therefore
essential to meet

your masters as early as

possible, when the
mind is being formed.

Who have you ever

admired, Vanessa?

- Vanessa, at 13,
she has already read so much.

She loves Cohen,
Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy...

She is much more cultured
than her own mother.

Oh yes, yes, really.

No, no, I assure you.

- Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy.

We'll have to talk
about it, Vanessa.

I think we have a lot in common.

- Gab the Rafale?

- That was my nickname
in military service.

- Ah good?

I could never have
imagined that.

- I was the best with machine gun.

And as my adjutant said: “Matzneff, at 200m

he would put a bullet in the ass of a fly.”

- A little idea for Goncourt?

- It's the same
jury as last year.

- “Disappointed” ?
I was a little disappointed.

- I don't like it at all, Duras.

- L'Amant, it was...

- Yes, it sells.
It's amazing.

Car turn

signal...

- I read Les Noces barbares by

Queffélec. Look... it's quite surprising.

And you?

- I loved Besson.

- Okay. Dara?

- Dara. It’s exceptional.

- Where do you live exactly?

- It's

a very good choice, but this book
is not for a young girl your age.

Do you want to read this writer?

- Yes.

- Then this one
will suit you better.

-Vanessa?

Here's the mail.

- “Dear Vanessa, “it is with a

pen dipped “in the blood of my

heart that I dare to write to you today.

“But this pen is powerless

to tell you the delicious trouble

that you have given birth to in me.

“I tried in vain to fight
against the spell of your

beautiful eyes fixed on
me, this November evening.

“You haunt me.

“You are not like the others.

“Dear Vanessa, what
an enchantress are you?

“I would like to
be the confidant of

your heart and the
keeper of your secrets.

“Mixing your fingers with mine
would be enough for my heart...

“I didn’t know I
was so vulnerable.

“My sweet princess, I’m worried.

“Perhaps I am wrong, but I
cannot reason with myself.

“Dear Vanessa, your

absence tortures me.

“Not hearing from you
is unbearable for me.

“You are not like the others.

“I noticed it from the first
moment. Dear Vanessa...

"You deserve it...

"I will be the happiest

man to read your

precious words
in return to mine.

“My sweet princess, only

answer me when you deem me

worthy, when you are ready.

“I dream of you,
day and night.”

- So, composition
of the subject.

- Who is it?

It's your father?
- Subject of the verb in the ablative,

participle
of the verb in the ablative form.

So...

I'm listening to you,
the subject of the verb

in the ablative, what is it?

Springora, are you with us?

You don't imagine that
your excellent grades

exempt you from
keeping up with the others.

“Beware of the hubris
that ruins heroes.”

For the next time, you

will look for the meaning

of this word: hubris.
H.U.B.R.I.S, and you will

explain it to your comrades.

So, this participle...

- Madam?

- Volunteer to recite?

- Uh...

Hubris, madam, among the Greeks,

it’s excessive pride.

It is a fault that causes
the destruction of men,

heroes you were talking about.

Oedipus, for example.

It's because

of his excessive pride
that he meets a tragic fate.

Do I have to look again, madame,

or is this enough for you?

- AND THEN THE YEAR AFTER

I WILL START AGAIN

I WILL PROSTITUTE MYSELF

FOR POSTERITY

SCHOOL NEWS

WILL SAY I'M A FAGOT

MAKE MY EYES STINK OF ALCOHOL

I'D BE GOOD TO STOP...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VANESSA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Cheers

- It's not a big deal.
Let's say

encouragement from me.

- THANKS.

It really touches me.
Very much.

-Champagne!

- Write, well, it may seem stupid,

but first it starts by sitting at a table...

- And write every day.

- So.

- Listen...

I can't tell you anythingagain, but...

But I...
- Let me see, my darling.

That's wonderful.

Thank you, Jean-Didier.

- You are welcome.

- Vanessa has
so many facilities.

I tell her to be demanding
with herself.

Follow Jean-Didier’s advice.

A literary critic like him
knows what he's talking about.

I'm so proud of you, my darling,

And that's just the beginning.

THANKS.

- We write when we are well.

- That's why I want
that you always look higher,

higher than you.

Never below.

You understand?

Moans

in the hallway

- You don't want
to stay for dinner?

- I can't, you know well.

- When are you
going to talk to him?

- See you next week.

All right?

Kiss your daughter.

- There are
no secrets between you and me?

It's our pact.

There is us and
the rest of the world.

Men always end by behaving like bastards.

Your father already...

- You should go get some rest.

I'll take care of dinner.

The hubbub of the street

- I am glad to see you, Vanessa.

So happy.

You do not have to be afraid.

You are welcome.

This is where I write.

No.

- I read books for adults,
You know.

- These books, we will read them together,

when we know each other better.

Sit down.

Can I
speak to you on familiar terms?

He opens the refrigerator.

Clinking of glass

- I don't know

if I should be here.

Maybe... it would be better

that I leave?

- No. Vanessa,

but you have nothing
to fear from me.

I swear it to you before
the Blessed Virgin.

- The Blessed Virgin?

- Look at her.

She protects us.

Let's not go too fast.

- I was with Gabriel, mom.

- I don't know.

Is he in your class?

- But no.

Look, he wrote me a poem.

He loves me, he writes it to me.

It's true, look.

She moans.

Look at.

- What did you do?

- Mom?

- You do not know him.
He is vicious, debauched.

- Oh no!

No, you are wrong, I assure you.

He's not like that.
He respects me, mom.

He loves me.

- No, he doesn't love you.
He desires your youth.

Oh!

He's a pedophile.

You are not aware?

But anyway, everyone knows it.

- You knew it
when you took him home?

- If you see him again,
I'm sending you to boarding school.

- You do not have the right.

I love it.

- I am your mother.
I have all the rights.

You hear me?
You are my responsibility.

- Your responsibility?

Your daughter in the back of a
car with a pedophile? That's it?

It makes no sense,
what you say,

I'm not a kid anymore.

You are jealous,

In fact.

You are jealous.

That's it?

If you stop me from experiencing
this love, I will stop college.

I do not care!
I'm going to live in a squat!

In my chest, there is a girl who
hanged herself in her bedroom.

I can do it if you separate me
from him! You hear me!

A door slams.

- We are not doing
anything wrong.

What happens between
us is beautiful, it’s very rare.

Why shouldn't a 14 year
old girl have the right to love?

who does she want?

- Maybe when you know better,
will you be disappointed?

- I know perfectly who you are.

You and I, we are the same.

Your mother is afraid of
what she doesn't know.

We will prove to them
that true love exists.

- True love, I haven't read it

than in books.

- Reassure me,
you're not afraid?

- No.

And then I've
already done things,

with Julien.

- Julien? Who is Julien?

Is he a boy your age?

- It's when I was little.

- Well tell me. Tell me.

- We didn't make love.

We just caressed each other,

on holiday.

It was to play.

- Caressed? But were
you completely naked?

- Sometimes, almost.

- But are you going to
see him again, this Julien?

Where does he live?

Is there still something
between you?

- No.

- No?
No.

- He no longer interests me.
I swear to you.

- Are you sure about it?

I see clearly, in your eyes,
you don't tell me everything.

Tell me the truth.

Do you still like him?

- No.

No. And...

He has a girlfriend now.

It won't happen again,
I promise you.

- Will you promise me, Vanessa?
- Yes.

- You promise me?

- Yes.

Yes, and then...

He's a kid, you know,
It has nothing to do with you.

- But you're still a virgin?

- I do.

Yes of course.

My first time, I wanted
live it with someone I love,

and who loves me too.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You know, I love you
so much, that's why,

I can't stand, I
will never stand

that another can ask
his hands on you.

That drives me crazy.
You understand? And then...

it could have been terrible,
for you, traumatic.

Your first time with a boy brutal,
inexperienced.

It's a chance for you
let me be the first.

You know...

maybe I'm not perfect...

but I have mastered
the art of love.

I will be

for you the best teacher.

Tender...

persevering...

and imaginative.

She screams.

- Sorry, sorry.

- Don't worry.

I'll take the time.

Because it's you.

Because you are unique.

Are you trembling,
my darling child?

You want me to stop?

I won't force you
to do anything.

Huh, you know that?

She lets out a cry.

- It hurts, it hurts, sorry,
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sorry.

Don't blame me.
- It doesn't matter.

We can do otherwise,
You know.

She blows.

She jumps.

Like a little boy.

- Jean-Didier called. We could
have dinner together, all three of you?

You love talking
literature with him.

- You hurt.

- I'm not asking you if you
knowAlice in Wonderland.

- Well yes, of course, I know.

For what?

- This masterpiece
would never have existed

if its author was not
really fell madly in love

of a little girl named Alice.

No, but today we are crying
out loud about everything.

I would have been so proud

that you accompany
me to this signing.

Let someone see me
with my beautiful schoolgirl.

What are you looking at?

- You.

- I haven't been this
inspired in so long.

I wrote about
you, I didn't stop,

pages and pages in my diary,

pages in your image, sublime.

You have not forgotten what
Did I explain it to you last time?

In love, nothing is dirty.

There are no dirty
or forbidden gestures.

And when things could
appear embarrassing to you,

tell yourself well
that everyone does them

and that's normal.

It's just love.

A door slams.

- Why did you do that?
This is my diary.

You disgust me.

You hear,
you disgust me.

- I'm scared for you.

- It's my life, it's
none of your business.

- NOW,
I'll have to tell him.

Your father will agree with me.

- I don't care about him now,

I do not want to
see him any more.

I no longer have a father,

I could lose my mother.
It doesn't scare me.

- Vanessa, stop.

Drop that bag, you're
not going anywhere!

You hear me? Stopped!

I'm going to go see the cops.

I won't let you waste your life with this guy.

He's 50, you're 14!

He's using you!
- It's wrong.

Artists have lived passions
with girls my age.

And they were their muses.

I speak to you of great love.

You don't know anything about it.
What have you done in your life?

And you're alone now.

And you hurt me.

Why are you crying?

Plus, you stink of alcohol.

- It's okay, go ahead.

Do what you want, I don't care.

You won't have to complain
afterwards, will you?

Go ahead, go!

- You do not know her.

Nothing was easy for her.

- I don't want to sow
discord between you.

I'm afraid you prefer

choose your mother over me.

It is unfair.

I wish my life was a blank page,

but the past cannot
be erased. Before you,

I lived like a libertine,

But it's over.

There is only room for you.

You are my redemption, Vanessa.

But if you don't
believe in me...

Before you, I loved
another daughter, Francesca.

She made me suffer terribly.

She was jealous, hysterical,
possessive, crazy.

Crazy.

She could have destroyed me.

You are the “ultimate
child” I was hoping for.

And if necessary,
I will fight to marry you.

You are my last love.

Cing of bells

Tuning instruments

Culture without conscience
is only ruin of the soul, isn't it?

- As I never had children,
I have no experience?

- No, I didn't say
anything like that.

We were all children,
facing our parents first.

It's already an experience.

- Mine separated
when I was 6 months old.

I've never seen them in
the same room together.

The nurses educated me.

They gave me the basic rules:

no elbows

on the table.

We don't walk on lawns.

We don't cry,
especially when you're a boy.

And what does that
mean as an adult?

Lies on foot.
Certainly

courteous and
friendly in society,

but...
at what price?

No, but I think

that we must let
children grow up,

as they want, as they please.

We have to let them
make mistakes, get hurt...

You have to let them learn.
Being yourself is exactly that.

We cannot say
that our generations,

We're not exactly
the same age...

that we have been educated
according to these principles.

Well, let me tell you...

You're not listening, Vanessa.

That you knew

respect your daughter's nature,

and I congratulate you.

She is really

different
from the others, it is...

more mature, more authentic...

unique.

- I can sleep

at Gabriel's this evening?

- No, no, I...

Don't you think
she's a little tired?

- Mom, please.

- No.

Your mother is right.

My darling child,

we will see each other tomorrow.

Be careful not to
drown yourself in chocolate,

It’s fertilizer for acne.

- Your mom works

in publishing, right?

- Yes...

- Her mother and she are close.

- Your mother doesn't mind

that you cherish the scandalous,

the sulphurous, the intrepid

rider that we know?

Age difference doesn't worry him more?

- Love has no age.

- Totally agree. You are
brilliant for thinking like that.

- Not only,I think so,
but...

I am ready

to shout it loud and clear.
She's a good student.

- She had a good teacher.

- It is applied.
- And very determined.

- I'm not a child anymore.

- You are absolutely adorable.

Have you heard from Francesca?

- Oh no, very little.

- How is Marie-Agnès?

- Alright. She is always,
so fresh, sparkling.

And although I broke his heart,

she is not yet too
hardened by life.

I saw Diane again

who asked me to
participate in his conference

at the Sorbonne, I
obviously couldn't refuse.

Vanessa is different
others.

She is intelligence.

She is ahead in
absolutely every way.

Well almost.

Burst of laughter

- It's what?

- A love letter.

- Why are you sad, then?

- I am touched.

His words are magnificent.

I had never read a letter as beautiful.
- I can see?

- No.

- “That you are not
yet ready for others

"types of reports
that modo puerili,

"I don't mind, but you
have to make an effort

"to be more daring.

“I think I’m being
very kind to you, right?

"You too, you could be even more

“and take care of me
as I take care of you.

"I told you, in love,

“Nothing is dirty.
Maybe I'm unfair,

“or maybe you’re
too young for me.

"But dissatisfaction in a man

"is a source of pain,

"and my ultimate child,

“I dare to hope that you
want to make me truly happy.”

Dark music

Typewriter

Vanessa?

You are not
with your little classmates?

- I find them
more and more stupid.

I have nothing
more to do with them.

And nothing, no one I'm not
interested in anything except you.

If you leave me,
I will kill myself.

I am your schoolgirl,
and your child,

your lover,

your little boy,
I will be everything you want.

Ask me what you want.

What could I do to fill
my favorite teacher?

- Let his schoolgirl apply himself
to show him what he taught him.

Sigh of pain

- Mom...

Mom, I'm hurt. Mom...

Call Gabriel!

Sad music

- I will come back
to see you tomorrow.

Goodbye, Vanessa.

- Who's the guy who's coming?
to glare at me?

- He's a psychologist,
he's a friend of my mother.

- Mhm.

- It's rheumatism
acute joint.

He thinks I'm somatizing.

I don't know
what she told him.

- Hmm. Yes I see.

I see I see.

Well first, I sit down.

A little back.

I work on my gaze.

Intense, the look.

SO...

I'm listening to you... eh...

Even if I already have an
idea about my young patient.

Pretty, very pretty.

Very very

pretty.

I ask him about his dreams,
and I let her speak.

If she could send
me a transfer quickly.

Well, I know, it's not ethical,

but it is for my cause.

Obviously, I don't tell him.

But, I sharpen my weapons.

Quickly, and be careful,

a powerful quote to stun him.

Here it is: “The dream
is the guardian of sleep”

There she is, she
can no longer resist.

I'm holding it.

Come on, the final blow.

Would she lack
bearings, father...

landmark...

Won.

My beautiful child, consult
instead Doctor Gabriel.

He will tell you that your
illness is not psychosomatic.

It's an infection,

or inflammation.

What an idiot,
this psychologist.

Already, by nature,
I never tasted too much

to the sermons of old Sigmund,
but this bullshit

confuses me
with these pastries.

Me...

I prefer nuns.

- Are they painful?

- At times, but that's okay.

- Do you have a boyfriend?

- Yes. It's more than that,
we are a couple.

- A couple?

Don't be embarrassed
by my question:

have you ever had sex?

- I would like to make
love with him, but I can not.

It's someone who pays
close attention to me...

but every time he tries,

it hurts me so much,
and it freaks me out, so...

So I'm afraid he's had enough.

Even though he loves me,

I'm afraid he's had enough
that I do not give myself to him,

that he finds me childish,
and he leaves me.

It is not fair.

I would like...

I would like so much
that he sees me as a woman,

and not like a kid.

- There must be an explanation.

I'll just ask you
to put your feet here.

Alright.

She holds her breath.

Ah, you are indeed
the virgin incarnate.

I had never seen
a hymen so intact,

it's a real chastity belt.

Don't worry like that.

I can help you
if you wish it?

A small intervention
surgical,

under local anesthesia,
and everything will be fine,

without any difficulty,
without any pain.

- I love you.

- It's a big day.

A sacred day for you and for me.

The pages I will write

will be the most
beautiful of my life.

Get back into bed,
my darling child.

- I never dared
to tell you, but...

I too write.

Really.

It is to you that I will devote
my first book.

He will only talk about you.

- I don't want to forget anything
about this moment when I initiated you.

One thing I don't write,

and I very quickly have the feeling
of having never experienced it.

I will be your memory.

And you, my child,

you will see yourself
there as in a mirror.

- THE BEAUTIFUL WILL
HAVE MADNESS IN HEAD

AND THE LOVERS

FROM THE SUN TO THE HEART

BUT IT’S VERY SHORT
THE CHERRY SEASON

WHERE WE'RE GOING TWO PICKS

DREAMING

EARRINGS

CHERRIES OF LOVE
WITH THE SAME ROSES

FALLING

UNDER THE LEAF IN DROPS OF BLOOD

BUT IT’S VERY SHORT

THE CHERRY SEASON

CORAL PENDANTS

End of class bell

- I saw your old guy kissing
another girl on the bus.

My father told me
that he was a bastard pedophile.

- That's exactly
what I'm saying.

My writings are and will
remain my worst enemies.

We use some of them, certainly
without having read them,

to say anything about me.

And your little brat friend,

be very sure
that he only repeats

what his stupid parents
told him.

- Why don't you want
me to read your books?

What are you hiding from me?

- I'm just afraid
that some pages may shock you.

And then these writings
no longer correspond to the man

that I have become
thanks to you.

- When I'm older,
will you still love me?

- Thanks to me,

you will be forever young.

I made a big decision,
Vanessa.

I'm going to write a novel
inspired by our meeting.

This will be the witness
of our solar love

and of my reformed
existence for the beautiful eyes

of a 14 year old girl.

She will be called "Allegra",

he will be called “Nil”.

I don't have the rest.

But there will have to be

twists and turns, suspense.

We will imagine it together.

Yes.

Allegra.

Tingles

Nile.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Device clicks

Vanessa laughs.

- I go.

- Mr. Matzneff.

- Delighted.
Minors Brigade.

What can I do for you?

- We would like to speak to you.

- But of course,
only, I have to surrender

to a signature.
- It's a routine visit.

- Alright. But allow me

to say goodbye
to this young student

who came to question me
on my work.

- Of course, Mr. Matzneff.

THANKS.

See you soon.

We will no longer go to my
studio at the same time. Too risky.

We will no longer be able to walk
hand in hand or take a walk together.

I spent the day hiding

all traces of you.

We are being watched.
We are being spied on.

All possible scenarios
will have to be expected.

We broke the law.

Never forget that.

- You don't measure the
seriousness of the situation.

It is I who can be condemned.

What if I lost your custody?

Imagine that you find
yourself placed in a host family

until you turn 18?

Oh! You realize?

- Everything went wonderfully.

I was absolutely remarkable.

The police assured me
that it was not

than an administrative
formality.

Letters of denunciation
regarding celebrities.

“Sir, we are receiving some
hundreds a day.”

- Can I get you a drink?

Sit down. You are welcome.

- I always keep on me

the laudatory letter that
François Mitterrand sent to me.

If they had wanted to arrest me
on the field,

I wouldn't have
hesitated to show them.

- Mitterrand?

Really?

- He is a great
admirer of my work.

Yes Madam.

The anonymous letter,

I read it.

It was signed "W., a
friend of the mother".

- A friend of the mother?

W?

It does not make sense.

And why not

your friend...

Jean-Didier Wolfromm,

this failed scribbler?

- It's true that you canceled
three of his invitations.

Maybe he took it the wrong way?

- No, it can't be him.

He encourages me to write,
he is nice.

- He encourages you?

It's that bastard.
It does not support

that we can be beautiful, and
intelligent at the same time.

He is disgusting.

I am on
that he wants to sleep with you.

How did you want me to write
with this scoundrel on his back.

I was sick of it.

The Lord has placed
generous patrons on my path.

They will pay me everything,

bedroom,
as well as my meals at Lipp.

I thanked them. Do you know

what the type
from the foundation answered me?

Don't thank us, it's nothing
compared to the pleasure

what your books bring us.

I will write to Pierre and Yves

to tell them how well they know
how to surround themselves.

This hotel is unpretentious,
but well located.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

From the window, I
can see your college.

You're doing this
better and better.

It’s bliss.

What possessed
you to put on makeup?

- Tonight is a moment
exceptional, so...

- You want to look like a lady,
that's it?

- No, I wanted to
be pretty for you.

- Ah, Matzneff, you are there.

What an honor
to have you among us.

- THANKS. Good evening.

Have you ever had the
pleasure of meeting Vanessa,

my young, very young, my
sweet, very sweet, my tender,

very tender friend,
dear to my heart?

- So you're not
lying about anything.

- After this remarkable argument
under your attentive gaze,

I have no doubt about it
Gabriel Matzneff,

and despite these dark glasses...
- No.

- Your eyes look at you
problems?

- Yes, I have a problem
with my eyes,

but it is above all in
the context of the action

for the virtue of the
Minister of the Interior.

As soon as I come on your show

without dark glasses,
with my blue eyes,

some time later, I
received summons

from the juvenile brigade,

at the Quai de Gèsvres.

I disturbed the
young female viewers.

Writers go to Quai Conti,
me to Quai de Gesvres.

- To conclude this broadcast,

let's read these few words
from Gabriel Matzneff.

- Quote me. Quote me.

Good evening.

THANKS. Good evening.

- Thank you so much.
It was fantastic.

- THANKS. It was
very interesting.

Stunning.
- Thank you. Good evening.

- THANKS.

- Gabriel. Gabriel.

- Don't worry,
continue.

-Gabriel.

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

- I looked for you in the
audience, I didn't see you.

It's a shame that Gabriel
did not dine with us.

Where were you placed?

I was very attentive,
but I didn't see you.

- And there?

You see me now? Eh?

I am in front of you.

I'm not on TV,
All right?

Are you not interested?

- But what's the matter
with you, anyway?

- You want to see me?

Whore! Start by getting
interested to me when I'm there.

You're disappointed
he didn't come.

- Stopped.

- What will you see at the concert?
- Shut up.

There are only two dates.

We must quickly
let's take places.

- Hey, it'll be okay.

It's okay.

- If I miss them,
I shoot myself.

- I love their latest album.

- Oh yeah?

- Yes. Uh...

I tuned loop.

- Oh yeah?

Are you a fan of the Cure?

I didn't think at all
that it was your thing.

- And what's my thing, then?

Well yes, I love it, you see.

- You could come with us
If you want?

- Yeah, definitely.

- Yes why not.

- The name of this young idiot,

- Valentine.
what is it?

- Why is this guy inviting you

if it's not to grope you
between two songs,

or try to corner you
in the dark to kiss you?

I hope you said no?

She is crying.

You are not going to
put yourself to whine?

I'm exhausted.

I worked on my manuscript
all day.

I remind you that I'm leaving
tomorrow, and that I need calm.

These few days of treatment,
without tobacco or alcohol,

to eat seeds,
and salad, are imperative.

- How long are you going
to stay in Switzerland?

- Enough so that you can
read the entire Bible.

Two weeks won't be long.

You can enjoy the room,
or my studio. You have the keys.

Come on, take off your clothes.

“These children in Manila

"are fresh asses from
which I take a tiny pleasure

"to set out on a quest.

“A few tickets will be
enough to satisfy my desire.

“I sometimes
have up to four kids

"from 8 to 14
years old in my bed

"at the same time

"and to indulge in the most
exquisite antics with them.

"Yes, these little boys
that I put here in my bed

"are a rare pepper.

"A path of spices

“which I delight insatiably.”

-Springora, Vanessa?

Absent.

Brouhaha in the café

- Go ahead, turn around.
Stand in front of me.

Yeah. Come on.

Caress yourself, will you?

I'm looking at you, go ahead.

Come on, show me
your pretty butt.

Like that, it's good, yes.

It's good, have you seen
how much you turn me on?

Eh? You see how
much you excite me.

40,000 francs. I received
40,000 francs from the Academy.

Clearly, good people support me.

What's the matter?

You sulk?

Doesn't that make
you happy for me?

- I read.

I read everything.

You really fucked
with children?

Those boys in Manila?

And all these girls

which you describe
in the smallest detail,

with whom you sleep,

by lying to them all the time?

I would only like
let's talk about it.

I love you.

If I love you.

I love you, but I don't recognize
you not in these books, so...

I won't judge you
if you tell me the truth.

- I will only be the last
from a long list.

Go ahead, say it your turn.

I know this criticism by heart.

- But I don't blame you.

I just want to understand
who you really are?

- And who are you?
with your questions?

A modern version
of the Inquisition?

A feminist perhaps?

All that
would be missing is that.

There is nothing less attractive

than what you are doing.

You realize well
that you are ridiculous?

- Your life before me must
have been much more pleasant.

You regret,

that's it?

- It's not just my books,
and my girlfriends in life.

There are other
topics for discussion.

We can talk politics, religion.

Look what happens
in the world,

Do you at least realize that?

Say something interesting,
You're welcome.

I don't understand you anymore,
Vanessa.

Do you still want to inspire me?

But are you even capable of it?

- Mhm.

No. No.
No, I don't feel like it today.

Could we do something
else? For once?

- So you have decided
to be unbearable, right?

Marie-Agnès and Diane

had nothing to envy you
in bed, but they,

in addition, were models
in a good mood.

You,

you don't know how to
enjoy the present moment,

like most good women elsewhere.

It's in your genes.

You look more and
more like your mother.

- I would like to point out
that I am only 15 years old,

as you know it.

So I'm not yet what
you'd call a good woman.

Besides, what do you
know about women?

After 18 years

no, 16, nothing interests
you about them anymore.

- You decided to make me suffer?

Or, you want

that I break away from you?

I am sincerely worried
of the imprint

that
you will leave on my readers.

You will end up
disappointing them, them too.

Because I,

when I write, I sign
a pact with them,

and I owe them the whole truth.

And the truth is that I had
plans for the future with you,

dreams of the future.

But now, you scare me.

I finally see your true face

of a hysterical liar.

- No.

This is not true.

- That's not true?
- No.

- It's not true? But then, wait.

So. Ah, here it is:

"Your love for me
is a shining sun

"and illuminates everything
we have experienced together

“since our first kiss.”

Or...

And this one, with
a more direct style:

"I passionately want to
have thousands more times

"dizziness when you
caress me, three little points.

“With you, I become
happy again, but also crazy

"of desire, of your
body, of your skin,

"from your mouth.

"I love you."

Eh?

"I love you. Et
cetera, et cetera."

Were you even sincere?

Because, there, me too,
I need to be reassured.

Be reasonable.

Vanessa!

Vanessa?

Take off your clothes, please.

Take off your clothes, please.

Please.

Junk feminism,

wickedness and manipulation,

It’s Vanessa syndrome.

She persecutes me.

His desire for
possession tortures me.

It's even worse than Francesca.

She doesn't have her charisma,

it is simply predictable.

It's a fail.

My poor little girl
became enraged,

hysterical, unbearable.

- That's a hell of a

- No!

portrait of you in
my black notebook.

- No, you don't have the right!

- And without the
strength of our love,

Vanessa will inevitably
fall into wandering,

depravity and madness.

And madness.

- In a castle made of mirrors...

a beautiful princess
with golden hair

longed for...

For never having found love,

when a...

A brave knight came to save her.

He was the nicest...

The kindest and most handsome
of all the nobles in the kingdom.

And when she saw him...

for the first time...

she knew, immediately...

that it was his...

great love...

for eternity.

- Yuri?
And...

Why is Vanessa crying?

- Shh.

I'm the evening babysitter.

I'll take over.

- So, shall we have a drink?

It's a new bar,

with good music.

But OK,

We must not delay,
otherwise they will punish us.

As per usual,
I know them.

You listen to me?

Here we go?

- Yes, we're going.

- How dare you make
a scene with me again,

while I'm at work?

No, you have no
idea what a creator is.

What you read is only
the draft of a future novel,

It has nothing to
do with us, with you.

- It's finish.

I'm leaving you.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

Cries of rage

- We should be able to talk,
otherwise, it will end badly.

Very bad.

After all the efforts
that I did for you...

you see clearly that this is your
madness who is ruining everything.

No!

Horns

Dark music

Children's cries

Heavy breathing

- Are you fucking talkin' to me?

Are you fucking talkin' to me?

Are you?

You still don't have it?

Are you fuck...

Taxi Driver. De Niro, right?

- No.

- I wanted to be an actor,
but I will be a better lawyer.

I went back to law school,
as a free candidate.

It is not easy,
but I'm going to work hard,

and I'm going to get there.

Then I would like to do this,
for my mother, too.

She raised me alone,

and now,
It's up to me to help him.

- Does your father no
longer live with you?

- No. No, my father
he died of a stroke.

He was Russian.

I would have liked
know him better, but...

- What a coincidence,
my boyfriend is also russian.

- Oh.

- Oh.
- Oh?

And has it been a long time?
Finally, what are you going out with?

I'm being indiscreet, right?

Sorry, I allow myself,
We barely know each other.

- No no,
that's not it, it's...

It's because I never
talk about it, that's all.

Nobody can understand.

- And what we could not
not understand?

- That...

That I lock myself away
in a hotel room

with an older guy than my
own father, who cheats on me

and who lies to me.

He has more experience
than me, and he...

He's very smart, so
he's probably right.

They must be
more interesting than me.

So, I hate myself.

I hate myself and lose
my temper over nothing.

That's all.

- You're smart.

You're super pretty.

You have your life ahead of you.

Everything is fine.

-Vanessa.

Sit down, please.

I tremble, I am moved.

Because... Boy?

- The same thing
- Yes.

- Immediately Sir.
for the pretty lady.

- I had a spectacular idea.

I have big news to tell you.

I have to leave for Manila
finish our novel,

and I would like you to
accompany me. I invite you.

In this hotel

that I love so much,
Harrison Plaza.

This novel I'm writing

will tell the most
beautiful love story: ours,

as I see it.

And above all, there,

we will be far away, you and me.

“Allegra and Nile.”

Both of us, together.

- And you'll want to have sex
with little boys?

- Do not talk nonsense.

I just want you to understand
why I love this country.

- This is out of the question.

I will never let you leave the
territory without my authorization.

Manila and more?

Ringtones

Vanessa, this is for you.

- Hi.

Uh...

I was thinking, this...

Would you like to go
at the cinema together?

- No I can not. I'm sorry.

- Actually, I especially
wanted to talk to you.

I do not stop

to think about what you told me
the other day.

I don't think you give up
consider how much

this guy takes advantage of you,
and hurts you.

You're not crazy.

You have to regain confidence
in yourself, and leave him.

- I'll miss you.

Soft music

Gabriel?

Was there in your childhood

or in your adolescence an
adult who played for you too

this role of initiator?

- Yes. Once.

When I was 13.

A friend of my parents.

Laughs

Jovial atmosphere

- How are you?

Soft music

She is crying.

Brouhaha after college

- How are you?

- Hi.

Phone ringing

- It's 2 a.m.

Yes I understand.

I will tell him.

I swear to you.

See you tomorrow.

He called three times today.

He is worried.

What are you playing like that?

- I left him, mom.

I left Gabriel.

- The poor.

You're sure?

He adores you.

- I'm going to live with Yuri.

- Are you in love with this boy?

- Yes.

I can't live with you
anymore, do you understand?

- Will you come and have
dinner at home together?

I'll make food.

Phone ringing

Soft music

Slow breathing

- Wait, wait.

You're sure?

I don't want to hurt you.

Respirations

She is crying.

I'm not fine?

I did something
who didn't you like?

I disappointed you,
didn't you like it?

- It's too much
happiness, that's all.

- You know we talk a lot
about you in the teachers' room.

But I don't judge you,
Unlike them.

I am an admirer.

Allegra.

- I have to go to class.

I'm sorry.

Anguishing music

Let me go, let me go,
Let go of me!

What are you doing
with me first?

Don't you see that...

Can't you see
that I'm disgusted?

- Vanessa?

It's you?

His mother knocks at the door.

Vanessa?

You are home?

Are you back?

Vanessa?

Come on, open this door.

- “Before me, you were
nothing but a lost girl.

“I saved you.

“What will you become
without my absolute love?

“I’m terribly worried, Vanessa.

"We both know you're fragile,

"unstable, vulnerable.

"You need me."

-Vanessa Springora!

It's not self-service here.

You are required
to respect schedules.

Who do you think you are?

No one gets a free pass here.

It is not you

who dictates the
rules, as far as I know.

So.

What does it take it?

- Hey!

Applause

- That's enough.

- Following the two tips
of discipline

due to your recurring absences,

not to mention the bad example
you give to other students,

your teachers took
a dislike to you.

Because you deny their
authority, you understand?

You know that schooling

is no longer compulsory
from the age of 16.

So, I suggest you resign,

on your own, for
personal reasons.

And, for your future,
it's better that there isn't

of trace of a referral.

Laughter

Dark music

*TV show: "Apostrophes"
by Bernard Pivot

*-Absolutely.

So, Gabriel Matzneff
who is in front of you,

if there is a real sex
education teacher,

It’s still Gabriel Matzneff.

*-Of another kind.

*-He gives lessons

and paying personally.

You like to seduce and initiate.

Why do you specialize

in high school
girls and kitties?

Are you over 20 and
no longer interested?

*-I like having someone who
is not yet hardened by life.

As men are in general

either selfish or cowardly,

women can only get tougher.

A very young girl is kind,

even if she becomes
hysterical when she is old.

She's still nicer...

*-But why collect them so much?

Your friends say

that you are not
inventing anything.

So you must lie: the phone,

so that they don't meet...

You make love, in the morning,
in the afternoon, in the evening.

The question is a bit vulgar:

you fuck for your newspaper?

The more teachers there are,
the more pages there will be.

*-No. I hate people
who turn the page,

who deny the beings
they have loved,

who forget everything
they have experienced.

I have a memory for others.

*-Yes, Denise Bombardier?

*-Mr Matzneff
seems pitiful to me.

I don't understand
that in this country,

literature, in quotes,

serves as an alibi for
this type of confidence.

Mr. Matzneff sodomizes
little girls aged 14, 15,

who are crazy about him.

We know that little
girls can be crazy

of a gentleman who
has a literary aura.

The old gentlemen lure
the children with candy.

Mr. Matzneff attracts
them with his reputation.

But we don't know

how these little girls
of 14 or 15 years old

who suffered, what we call

in relationships between
adults and young people,

abuse of power,

How do they get
by, these little girls?

I think these little
girls are withered

for the rest of their lives.

I don't understand
how we can publish...

- I stole your clothes.

How do I look?

Do you think it suits me?

Or does it sound like a bitch?

It's old.

Seems vulgar, right?

Opera "Don Giovanni,
K. 527" by Mozart

It's war outside.

I'm on a mission.

You have to believe me.

I see things you don't know.

Applause

I think they are
a different army.

That everything is
perfectly organized.

Could I have a book?

A girl screams.

- Books can excite
your imagination,

you shouldn't.

- You must never return

in the hidden time of memories,

from the blessed
time of his childhood.

*Barbara: "My childhood"

Camera click

- The party was good, huh?

They all came

only for you.

Did it please you at least?

It was a bit too much,
my garlands, wasn't it?

- It was perfect, mom.

- If you blew out the candles,
NOW,

just for the two of us.

Come on.

Hop.

Just go.

Go ahead, take a breath.

Please.

*-The war had thrown us
there We lived like outlaws

I loved that...

Oh my springs Oh
my crazy lost years

She applauds.

Oh my 15 years Oh my wonders

How bad I am to have come back

Oh the fresh nuts of September

- This song makes
me cry every time.

Not you?

*-Alas...

- You must never return

*-In the hidden time of memories

From the blessed
time of his childhood

- Because among all the memories
Those from childhood are the worst

- Those of childhood
tear us apart

Oh, my dearest
O my mother

Where are you
today?

You sleep in the
warmth of the earth

And I came here

To find your laughter there

Your anger and your youth

*-And I am alone
with my distress

- Alas

- Why did I come back

*-And alone at the
bend of these streets

I'm cold, I'm scared
Evening bends

Why did I come here
Where my past crucifies me

She sleeps forever my childhood

She is crying.

- "July 28

“1986, 5:20 p.m.

“My penis triumphed over the hymen
of my beautiful 14-year-old lover.

“Friday the 19th.

“Vanessa caressed me

"voluptuously...

"27, 28, 29... Vanessa,

“jealous, unbearable.

“September 30.

“Yesterday, hysterical
screaming from Vanessa.

She is suffocating.

Smashed

"November, December, January,

"the 3rd, the 12th, the 14th.

“My disappointment prevails.

"The 24th. Despite
my sacrifices,

"I suffer the
violence of an unjust

"and tyrannical mistress.

“It’s inevitable.

"25, 26, 27,

"Vanessa is only 15 years
old and already guessing

"the good woman she
will be, like her mother.

“Yes, Vanessa is
already a woman.

“And 31.

“Close the ban.”

-Vanessa,

everything is fine.

*-2nd floor.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

She sighs.

- No, but let's be clear:

It’s pity and cronyism.
- You're not going to do it too.

- Have you read the press?

- If you talk about
this controversy

thrown around by
young journalists,

it's a joke. Cry scandal

that he finally
receives his Renaudot.

All because he said this price

rewarded his entire work.

Suddenly, we are indignant.

A work where he
talks about girls in love

that he slept in his bed,

as if they didn't know
what they were doing.

What are we talking about?

- And these stories

sex tourism in the Philippines,

can we talk about it too?
- Another era.

Otherwise what?

Céline is censored,

Genet, and even good old Gide?

No, literature
has all the rights.

- This ridiculous quarrel
will only be a flash in the pan.

He is tough,

and he knows how
to defend himself.

- He always embodies freedom
of expression, transgression.

- And you, Vanessa,

What do you think?

Soft music

- For so many years, I have been
going around in circles in my cage.

My dreams are populated
with murder and revenge.

Until the day the solution
finally presents itself,

there, before my eyes,

as obvious:

catch the hunter
in his own trap,

lock it in a book.

Triumphant music

Subtitling: LYSI MEDIA