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PARIS HEIDELBERG HAMBURG STOCKHOLM

Master, we have to go.

Master, a telegram has arrived from Mrs. Marta Abba. telegram has arrived from Mrs. Marta Abba.

He won't be there this time either.

Sit here, Saul.

You know all about me, Saul.

You know that I wanted to share this long journey with Marta alone.

I did not want anyone from my family.

Nor my beloved children. Stenù, Fausto, Lietta, none.

Do you know why I only wanted her?

Because the Nobel Prize is not only a prize for me, but also to his art.

She was...

My inspirational muse.

Good morning to all.

I am Marta, Marta Abba.

Here I am.

Um... Shall I start?

Papa... Miss Abba...

They are Massimo Bontempelli, The author of the comedy.

Which part have you prepared? All of them.

Ah.

All of them? Yes.

With the help of my sister Cele. She is also an actress. She is here with me.

Well, Miss. I'm Pirandello. So...

First act, Scene with the friend Orsa and Vulcano.

The kissing scene. Let's start with the joke:

"Come on, Orsa, come here. Tell us in detail."

Come on, Orsa, come here.

Tell us in detail. You too, Vulcan, here with us.

We have to do everything we can to help this poor little girl.

I was a bit rude. Forgive me, Orsina, I got distracted.

Sometimes I don't even know what what I do, what I think.

Excuse me? Huh?

Tell me...

Tell me you love me and give me a kiss, my friend.

More beautiful...

Thus...

And you too, Vulcan, a kiss.

On the forehead.

Shall I go on, master?

Wasn't I good?

You are welcome, Miss. We are happy that she has come.

Can we have two chairs, please?

You see, dear Marta?

For years I have been trying to find a balance in my head during I've been trying to find a balance

between the tangible materiality tangible materiality of the theater

and the elusive materiality of women.

The theater...

It is something concrete, it is done.

You women in your place... have a body

but how do you to put your soul on stage.

That, I have always wondered how it is possible to represent

the dark charm of femininity

and I have written dozens of female figures female figures, but in this aspect...

has always eluded me.

And now she comes along, Marta, and it's like....

if I had been waiting for it been waiting for it forever.

Where was she hiding all this time?

I did the life that all girls do,

but with fixed thinking,

always.

The theater.

I live for the theater, maestro.

Bitch.

The philosopher Benedetto Croce is criticized because he says

that art is the knowledge of the moment of intuition.

And the theoretical activity, dispenses with the practical activity.

It is devoid of will, feelings. Art is imagination, fantasy.

Croce believes he has the truth in his pocket.

Art cannot be separated from reason, Massimo.

You cannot create poetry, beauty without using reason.

But how is it done! Croce should also tell us this.

Yes, you have it in for Croce because he the late Mattia Pascal.

Don't... don't talk nonsense.

Enough, make like the puppets. They've been talking for two hours!

For once we see each other let's talk about about something else. The newspaper where...

Oh, it's here. First page of the Messaggero.

"The war is over, there is an armistice.

More important things happen, prisoners are also released.

Yes. My son does not return.

Antonietta, why are you saying this?

The letter from the Ministry of of War was clear.

In a week, maximum, Stefano is home. He does not return.

No, no... you have been telling me for four years now that my son is about to come back and...

Antonietta, stop it.

And who are you?

What are they doing here?

Besides, I listen to them... talk, talk, talk. You can't understand anything they say.

Photo...

The photo was taken, the photo...

The photo has been taken.

Ah... wait, CE...

There... no!

Aaa... aaa... aaa...

I... I... The photo is...

I... AAAH!

The photo was taken!

This time it is true, Stefano is coming back.

Got it? It really comes back.

But the photo was taken! It's okay, Stefano is back.

We need to celebrate. Bring the desserts, I'll get the sparkling wine.

You are coming.

Here it is. Let's make a toast to Stefano's return.

Hey, the maid... The maid brings them.

The servant brings them.

Come on, come on, come on...

Uh... but what are they still doing here? Go away.

I asked them to leave. Go away!

I told you to leave! This is my home!

It's my house! Get up!

Go away!

Run!

Poor children...

This is my home.

This is my home.

It's my house, I told them to leave!

It's my home!

Get out! How long you take to come, huh?

Go away.

Out, out, out...

This... these are my things. This is my house.

It's my home...

Calm down.

You go...

Go write. Yes.

Go, go, go...

Go write, go to the bedroom, that's the only thing you can do.

Dad!

Keep going, keep going.

Good appetite.

Luigino, what a beautiful family.

We are... We are happy and nobody knows it.

What's wrong? Why don't you eat? It gets cold.

Eh, but...

They put some poison on my plate, No...

Mom, please! Antonietta, please finish.

Eat.

You eat.

With your father eaten everything,

even the sulfur mine, then...

Eat, come on, come on.

Watch.

Hey, are you convinced now? Am I dying? No.

You can eat.

Beeee...

Beeee...

Beeee... Faust.

Finish it! Do it for them, at least.

Eighty thousand lire, my father my father gave to your father.

All my dowry and also the sulfur mine

that was flooded by çulpa of your father. Everyone knows it.

All... all those little dead ones... all those little dead ones... all those little dead ones... all those little dead ones

with water in the belly. Still with this story?

The flooding of the mine was a disgrace!

Do you think I have not suffered the death of those "children"?

Do you understand that it wasn't my fault? You understand that, don't you, Lietta?

Oh... oh, Lietta...

Love, my daughter.

What I don't understand is that... But I don't... But I'm not enough for you?

Huh? I... I... Antonietta...

No... Look at me, I'm still...

Come, come, love. Luigino...

Luigi... Luigi?

Luigino...

What are you doing? Leave this, leave this!

I want to die! No.

SSSH...

You don't have to be in this house anymore.

Tomorrow I will take you to Florence with Aunt Lina.

Let's go...

Come on, Luigino, write, write.

I don't bother you.

You work well with me.

Oh, I have to dye my hair. Look, what a shame...

All my sympathy for this woman woman was a matter for her

like the fiercest cruelty. But you have expelled me!

"If you expelled me."

We are really six very interesting very interesting characters.

Do you hear that? Expelled. Does it sound like I kicked you out?

Scary, sir. "It seemed to him that I had thrown him out."

Terrifying, sir.

Terrifying... His deafness terrifying...

mental deafness. Me instead of killing myself,

would have killed one of both of them. The father or the son.

Write, write.

Close to me.

Forever close to me.

Because it is my condemnation. All my passion...

All my passion that must culminate in your scream.

Daughter... she is my daughter!

She is my daughter... no, mine. Heart yes, for the children.

Mentally Deaf. "Mentally deaf."

To despair. Come here... with your mouth.

I'm ready. Come on, come on, come on, get up!

Yes. Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, let's go.

Luigino?

Luigino... come here.

I am waiting for you.

Stenù...

Corporal Michele Ornado. Present.

Sergeant Franco Odorisi. Here I am.

Private Davide Camuti.

Private Davide Camuti. Present!

Lieutenant Rocco Granato. I am.

Private Pino...

Pino Visentin. Here I am.

Paolo Roboti. Stenù!

Federico Reale.

Daddy! Daddy, take me home. Dad, take me home. Yeah, sure.

Coming!

Coming!

Love...

Love!

Love...

Come, come, come... Come, come, come.

Beware of that one, of your father. He is capable of anything.

He sleeps with your sister.

Huh? My little...

Nooo...

No...

Your name.

Ma'am? Your name.

My name is...

Portulano Antonietta.

I was born...

in Girgenti in 1872 and.

y...

In a large house.

From the balcony you could see the sea.

I was...

to the school of...

of the nuns of the Immaculate Conception.

I was confirmed at the Church of San Nicola.

She had a beautiful dress.

White.

I... I believe in God.

Vivía

in the palace...

In the palazzo... Portulano.

At Palazzo Portano.

We were Ri... cos.

I had... I had a sulfur mine, mine.

Then... then it flooded and hundreds died

of children inside.

I have nothing left.

Where is your mother's suitcase? Ninth...

I don't... I don't need the suitcase.

You... you can go. I'm fine here with... with the sister.

I... I don't need you anymore. You guys go away.

I don't need them anymore. I'm... I feel...

I feel good here, I feel safe. safe. I... I see her that...

No, I don't need the suitcase.

Look, all the things that's inside... I see it...

Look... See? See?

See, love? I I don't need it anymore.

Look... look at this here. I don't need it anymore.

But... mom... I used to wear it... for Luigi.

Excuse me. Mom...

I don't need this anymore. Mom...

Let me do what I want! Wait...

I also want to get rid of this thing I don't need anymore! Get out!

Out, out, out, out, out!

Oh, no... Get out! Get out! I can't do it.

Faust... Go away!

Mom, the dress. I said Get out!

Oh! No, you stay seated. I'll...

I am not... I am them.

Nothing, but I wanted to ask...

What time are the masses? In the morning...

At what time? In the morning very early, at six o'clock.

Since these six characters characters came to see me,

I could no longer get rid of them.

One night, while I was writing I was writing,

they stand in front of me

A somber man

the father,

A woman dressed in mourning, mother

holding a girl by the hand girl by the hand,

a boy with a gun in his gun in his pocket,

another taciturn young man, the son

And then she, the stepdaughter

wrong, blatant.

And first one, and then the other begins to tell me about his sad cases,

their passions,

and the more I try to chase them away, the more they haunt me

telling me scenes they want to represent,

even more so to live them, a real real torture, believe me,

and they give me no respite.

That, they are here now.

You can't see them or feel them, but I can!

They are whispering their sorrows to me...

Small, small.

With braids over the shoulders, the panties longer than the skirt.

Small like this one.

Misery... Really misery for a man...

alone.

He is not yet old enough to do without the woman

and not so young anymore, to be able to easily, without shame,

go looking for her.

But what do I say misery, horror!

Horror.

Horror!

My husband...

With my... daughter!

Horror!

Horror! Horror! Horror! Horror! That's enough! Oh God!

Nooo!

Gentlemen...

Stop clapping, but... did you understand?

Yes, yes. Yes, of course.

Half an hour break. Let's go.

So? You don't say anything?

Yes, Luigi... yes.

But I don't think the not ready.

What for?

To that mother who... What?

To those lurid scenes between the stepdaughter and the father, Luigi!

And then? And then!

Then a child who commits suicide.

You, Stefano, what do you say?

Dad, I... Stefano knows you, like me.

He knows what you have in your head, but he

public no, it is not necessary to know your private life.

It is our private life that interests me.

Life, as we suffer it every day. we suffer every day.

It is necessary to provoke the slap them in the face.

Be careful, don't get slapped by them.

You are afraid of the audience.

But go to that country, go! You are a coward.

See you running away? Cowards run away, dear Bontempelli.

Excuse me, but you are the writer Bontempelli.

Yes. With whom do I have the pleasure of talking to?

I am Saul Colin, Luigi Pirandello's literary agent of Luigi Pirandello.

The master has... invited me to this absolute first

and said between us, I would like to take the show to Paris. I would like to take the show to Paris.

To Paris?

I am sure it will be a great success a great success and I want to bring

the six characters all over Europe. Let's hope so.

The audience in the valley is very difficult. Dad!

Lietta. Come here. Excuse me.

So, are you ready?

You are never ready.

Mr. Pirandello, what an honor! This is Manuel.

Lietta told me a lot about you.

You... are not Italian.

Chilean. I am an officer of the Chilean embassy here in Rome.

Five minutes.

We don't tell you anything. Go.

See you later.

# Eyes that look at me #

# Tell me what you want

# Do you want me or the one you're looking at?

# Big arms, beautiful thighs

# Red mouth

# Loose hair

# Stick out your chest, walk straight #

# Broken nails

# Shamelessly #

# The belly contorts #

# contorting, moving here #

# Eyes that look at me #

# what do you want from me, tell me what you want #

# Tell me what you want

# Belly contorts #

# Belly contorts #

# It moves here, the truth #

# It's contorted here #

# Come here with me. #

Shame on you!

Why if you don't like it...

It's an indecency! It gives you money.

That girl is a prostitute. Enough!

For God's sake, Mom! No, for God's sake. You slut!

Enough!

Silence! Silence!

I still have it here in my ears! It's a scandal!

Stop it! That scream drove me crazy!

She can represent me however she wants I don't care, even dressed.

No. As long as I have... at least arms,

only bare arms.

Naked!

Why... Look, stand like this,

with my head resting on his chest, like this.

and his arms around her neck, like this....

It's indecent! I could see myself throbbing here in my arm....

Here, a vein! Stop it!

So it's as if only that one vein of mine disgusts me.

I squinted my eyes like this.

It's indecent! And I sank my head on his chest.

Shame on you! You slut!

Not like this.

Scream... scream!

How you screamed then! No, Lord.

No, Lord, do not allow it.

Now, come now, hate forever!

My torment is not over.

She is my daughter!

She's my daughter! Oh, no! Stop it!

But no, no... No mother must not be here.

I'm leaving. Spit blood!

Now!

Stop with these hands or I'll break them!

It's indecent!

# I'm in love # #

Go away! # The heart is strong

Enough!

It is an indecency!

I have to face them. No, Dad...

Gentlemen... Clown!

No...

Let me explain.

Master...

Then...

Cortina!

A failure... failure... Failure!

Oh, tonight... huh? Ssh!

Dad...

Why don't you come and have some fun? Huh?

Look, Faustino, your sister sister leaves me alone.

No! You know, Lietta? I'm happy for you.

You will finally have the life you've always wanted.

Excuse me? Now that you are not surrounded by honorable masses,

I wanted to introduce you to my love.

Then I'll take this opportunity I also introduce you to my love.

Olinda Labroca. Enchanted.

I've heard a lot about you. It is a very refined music.

Stefano always exaggerates.

She is my heart. Paola Masino. Very happy.

Remember this name because she will become she will become a famous writer.

Now who's exaggerating? Nice to meet you.

My pleasure.

Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of of the embassy I represent,

I have to give good news to the news to the groom.

Dear Manuel, you will soon return to Santiago

where he will go to fill a very prestigious position

for the Chilean government.

Then you will be able to make your mistress to know our country.

Let's celebrate this moment...

"Ah, Lietta, my beautiful little one!

I am so full of anguish bitterness for your remoteness!

The house seems to me empty like my life, Lietta.

Do you know that Fausto also left me?

He has also done something crazy.

He went to Paris to become a painter.

A good hot broth.

"You have to come back soon, Lietta,

otherwise your father... will die of anguish.

Master, you cannot spend the night on an empty stomach.

"Daddy adored, your letters

keep me company in these lonely days

and make me feel that I am with you. I know of your successes.

Stefano wrote to me about the young actress with whom you collaborate.

I'm happy for you."

I must have been 13, 14 years old.

Since then, being an actress has been my fixed thought.

Then I apply to the Amateur Playwriting Academy

against my father's wishes. I had prepared myself.

For months I had been studying a monologue from A Doll's House.

I had become... I felt... Nora.

I was sure they would admit me. Instead, they wouldn't even let me start.

"How old are you? Are you a child.

Treasure, at your age, the theater you could only watch from your armchair."

I'll let you imagine the disappointment.

Then my father decided that he had to help help one of our stores.

For a while I went, I also had fun,

then I started to get bored

and when you get bored, what does it do?

Dreams.

The store window looked like a small stage to me. seemed to me like a small stage.

I stood there in front of

and I became... Nora,

Hedda Gabler,

Ofelia...

Crazy Ophelia.

You can't imagine my surprise

when I raised my eyes

and in front of me, a small crowd crowd was looking at me

and applauded me.

I cried with joy.

Marta...

Abba.

But why didn't I invent you!

Silvio d'Amico made me me to discover this place.

Look how wonderful.

Palazzo Braschi!

Now you will see inside the magnificence of gold.

I read the script of Our Goddess. I loved it.

It is an absolute masterpiece. Bontempelli is a genius.

Look, I found some fabrics perfect for the protagonist.

Watch.

Because you, the women of today, want to

to be free, independent, determined.

Anxious to live more dynamically than their grandmothers, or their mothers.

I am the mother.

Oh, with all due respect, ma'am. Master.

Look how wonderful.

This blue could be be perfect for

the kissing scene between the Dea and Orsa.

What do you think? Wait for it.

Ven.

Here you go.

Tell me you love me.

Give me a kiss my friend.

Get your mother and Cele to help you. Cele. Choose the models, I...

Master, what an honor!

Did you come to greet us?

I know you are preparing a new show.

What about a hair hair arrangement.

Just a blunt. Please. Come, make yourself comfortable.

Rudy! There's the master.

Leave it, I'll take care of it.

Perfect. Mom, what do you think?

And... I wouldn't know. Cele.

What scene were you thinking of? After our kissing scene.

How I am theatrical.

Ten years less, Maestro.

Orsa, where are you?

Orsetta?

Orsina?

Orsina... but what do you have?

No, no, don't cry, love.

No, no, calm down.

Come on, tell us well. Come here.

Vulcan, come here!

What's wrong with you? Have I been a little rude? Huh?

Forgive me, my dear, forgive me.

I am distracted. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing, what I'm thinking.

Huh? Excuse me?

Tell me.

Tell me you love me.

Give me a kiss, my friend!

More beautiful.

Oooh... Silence.

What is happening?

Ah... like this.

Mmm... mmm...

You too, Vulcan, a kiss.

Ah!

On the forehead.

Ah, I really do look like a handsome young man.

Ada, the jacket. Here it is.

Ah! You were saying Vulcan?

It's over there and the Countess Orsa Manda say...

Send her to hell! Those two are clumsy and annoying.

I want to have fun.

I want to ride a horse. OP, OP, OP, OP, OP, OP...

Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha....

I would like to be a man

not to be obliged to take women seriously! take women seriously!

I can't stand them,

to women.

Op!

Brava!

Master... Bravo!

Congratulations. Bravo!

Lietta. Papa!

When did you arrive? This morning.

Stefano kept me hidden to surprise you.

You have succeeded. Yes.

Marta, come.

This is my daughter Lietta, the one who lives in Chile.

A pleasure. With her husband Manuel.

My pleasure. Lietta, Miss Marta Abba.

I know it's good for my father. He does me good.

Master, the kitchen is closed. Master, I'm hungry.

Good evening, excuse me.

We're going to dinner. Are you coming? No, it was a long trip.

I am very tired. You, Fausto?

No, I'm staying with them. We have a lot of things to tell each other.

Okay, I'll go then. I'll go then.

Go, they are waiting for you. See you at see you tomorrow for lunch.

Yes.

What happened?

I like his style. Who knows who will say daddy.

It will not be to your liking.

It does not mean that it is not a good work.

The genius of the house is him and he says that I should take up sculpture.

They are a family of artists. Yes, except for me,

Manuel who decided to marry you and create a family.

Manuel...

You should have invited ABBA. No...

Marta is in the theater, she is working.

But today is a rest day. Yes, but I wasn't convinced

of the lights and forced Bontempelli and all

actors and technicians to return to the tests of the play.

I have never met a woman with a practical sense of art like her.

Practicality is what

we are always missing Pirandello.

Dad? Just a moment, Lietta.

Gentlemen...

I decided to ask Mussolini to support our idea

of a national theater funded by the state.

After the success of Marta in Nostra Dea,

I have no reason to doubt that we will obtain your approval.

I therefore propose a toast to this great new venture.

Dad. Yes?

Could you come over there for a moment?

What is it, Lietta dear?

You know, Dad? I don't have much to do in Chile.

In front of the house I have a garden and one day I planted a tree.

I chose an olive tree. I took care of it as much as possible.

I took care of it, but for two years I could not make it bear fruit

and it was in that period that I became pregnant with Manolito.

I was so happy to to become a mother!

You don't know how I would have wanted to be close to you in those moments

and how I would have needed you when the child died.

You told me you were about to die without me

and now that I'm back, I can't find you. What do you mean? I am here.

Not for me. I don't understand, what are you accusing me of?

You decided to get married and go to live abroad.

What could I do?

What a life I would have had here with a mother in the asylum and you...

I'm what? In the clutches of your ghosts!

I do not understand.

I died that night you found me you found me with the gun in my hand,

but it seems to me that you managed to console yourself very well with that actress, didn't you?

But who? Marta?

If you don't even know her, how can you say these things?

You don't know what I've these four years!

You were not, you were in Chile

and my ghosts, as you call them as you call them, have become...

in demons.

Marta brought me back to life as an artist and as a man.

She inspired me. She's like another daughter to me, can you understand that?

Maybe I am his son. Yes, I can see that.

You dress fashionably, you change the color of your hair hair color and I don't recognize you anymore.

However, we are your children,

not Marta Abba. Just you talk, Fausto

that you have always felt like a stranger in the family

and you ran away to Paris to be an artist.

Yes, of course, that you are my children

and they have always been able to count on me. Dad...

You're unfair, Dad.

But you...

Who are they?

Who are they?

Who are you, Fausto?

Where are you running away?

I...

I am this, Dad. Here you go.

We...

we are this.

Ah, right...

It is true.

My God...

My God, my God, my God...

How do I do now?

How do I do now?

I can't go on like this.

Ah, no, no, I can't do it anymore.

How do I do now?

You! Do you understand me?

Look at me!

There...

There with my flesh,

with my blood,

with my seeing eyes,

what he was doing to me, that he all of me for his statue.

Me being there, alive

and be nothing.

Is it possible?

If he had not realized that he was suffering, but he did.

Did you notice if he made me these eyes there on the statue!

I know, it didn't have to be to be anything to him,

but I was made of meat.

Of meat...

I was macerated!

Yes.

How do I do now?

How do I do now?

Brava! sublime!

I salute the Duce!

Teacher.

Don't be surprised to to hear me talk like this.

I am not one of those saints who pretend to know nothing.

I am like this, precisely because I know it.

Mamma Mia, what an earthquake!

I didn't manage to close one eye tonight.

Room 18, all night. Was it them?

-You-you, you-you, you-you. Margheri.

Him? The comic capo?

A chambermaid came out of her room. Oh, Holy Virgin, shameless!

Good evening, may I ask the lady to dance?

Master?

Good night, maestro. Good night to you.

Is there something wrong, maestro? No, everything is fine.

Why don't you come to my room? We have a drink, talk a little

Go and rest too. No, I insist.

Please, maestro.

So hot... So hot!

Make yourself comfortable. One minute and I'll be back.

Excuse me, maestro.

Oh, I'm finally breathing.

Maestro, Grappino or Vermut?

You decide, my dear.

Cin Cin, then.

Cin Cin.

Mmmm...

What an audience tonight!

How wonderful is the Como Social Theater,

with all those costumes, the photos of Caruso photos of Caruso, Duse, D'Annunzio.

"It rains

on your eyelashes

black

Yes, you look like you're crying,

but of pleasure."

What's up, maestro?

Come here, Marta,

in the mirror.

What do you see?

An old man, you see.

A face with wrinkles,

withered lips.

You can't know this terrible thing terrible thing that happens to old people.

A mirror!

Suddenly discovering you and...

And shame.

The shame of feeling...

looking like an old man.

The heart...

still young and warm.

I would have liked to kiss you before

But you can't.

You shouldn't!

Atrocious.

Atrocious.

You will always be my teacher

and I will be, forever.

How long does it take to repair?

With this sun, who wants to, doctor?

at least four or five hours.

But then, don't you remember that near here is your father's mine?

Then, with a walk, you get there.

What do you say, Marta? Would you like to walk a little?

Why not, maestro?

Let's go.

Master! Master!

Master... She looks great.

The water is very hot, come on. Let's go for a walk with the master.

No! Margheri, get dressed.

No, just now when I was having fun.

Let's go... Let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

Come on, walk, walk!

Come on, let's go!

Let's go!

Go!

Do you feel this animal stench?

They live in slums

between goats and pigs.

Humans and beasts all together, as one family.

I come from here.

My father managed these mines and here he wanted me, doing the accounting.

On the other hand, when I was 18 I ran away to Germany

and I came back here alone...

ten years later.

Let's go, guys!

Oh... oooh...

Friend, join me in the dance.

And in fact, in fact...

eavesdropping,

I saw a girl,

dance partner,

pretty, but very pretty...

I saw her come out of a tunic

that was torn and a titty was coming out.

Iaco...

Friend of the dances, Join me, Iacco.

You know, Marta?

Saul Colin sent me a proposal a proposal

of the most important production house

German film industry, Feldner und Samle.

They want to make a movie of all six characters.

A six-character film? Yes.

I have been working on it for years

and the direction will be by Murnau, the greatest German film director.

Remember Nosferatu? What a masterpiece!

And that's not all.

I am also asked to play a role in the film. to play a role in the film.

I will be... the author.

For the role of the stepdaughter, Murnau thought

in a new young Italian actress whose name... her name is... her name is...

Her name is Marta Abba. Do you know her, by any chance?

The cinematograph!

Berlin, Berlin...

I have always dreamed of it, master!

Can I hug him?

We are never so far away from our desires

as when we delude ourselves to possess what we desire.

# Throughout history #

# An invitation to emancipation

From humans to protozoa # From humans to protozoa #

# Wherever, women want power #

# From Amazonia to the rogues of Berlin

# Rumbles a cry #

# What they do

# men, we can do it so can we ?

# Maybe even better #

# Men out of the Reichstag!

# And out of the State Parliament!

# And out of the regional government! #

# We will make it a women's residence!

# Men out of existence! #

# Enough men here! #

# And no more men over there! #

# They should be far away from all this!

# Get the men out of the Palace! #

# You get in trouble with a woman!

# Men have all the jobs

# They are policemen and they are philosophers #

# They climb rung after rung #

# And we're still in the kitchen #

# They reach #

# honors and we do the tripe #

# They throw themselves into politics

# But it's better not to talk about it #

# Men out of the Reichstag #

# And outside the State Parliament #

Bravo, Marta! Congratulations, Maestro!

We will make a great movie

that will unite the two most significant European cultures cultures: Italy and Germany.

Although I fear that the Weimar Weimar Republic will be short-lived.

Cheers... Cheers!

He knew everything!

We have been fooled!

Mr. Feldner is waiting for you.

Please follow me.

I can't now, I'll talk to you later.

Maestro, welcome.

Would you like a cognac or...?

Master, I am very sorry.

Murnau has deceived us.

Signed two contracts:

one with us and one with Fox in the Fox in the United States.

Left Berlin for Los Angeles tonight.

He will not make the film.

But how? Wasn't everything already agreed?

It seems that Fox made him...

an excellent offer.

And Marta, now...

Pardon?

Marta, Marta...

When we arrived at the hotel,

Murnau had him find a large bouquet of roses with a note:

"Dearest Marta, cinema has found a new diva. a new diva".

Who knows how much it will hurt.

How do I tell you now?

Master, I am not abandoning the project.

We will make it.

Happy New Year, Mr. Feldner.

# Beautiful gigolo

# Poor gigolo

# Don't think about the times anymore #

# When you were a hussar #

# Covered with gold

# You could ride through the streets #

# Uniform is fine

# The treasure says goodbye

# Beautiful world, you wore bangs #

# When your heart breaks

# Show a smiling face #

# You pay and you have to dance #

# Beautiful gigolo

# Poor gigolo

# Don't think about the times anymore #

# When you were a hussar #

# Covered with gold

# You could ride through the streets #

# Uniform is fine

# The treasure says goodbye

# Beautiful world, you wore bangs #

# When your heart breaks

# Show a smiling face #

# You pay and you have to dance. #

Teacher.

# When your heart breaks

# Show a smiling face #

# You pay #

# And you have to #

# Dancing. #

Pleased to meet you.

Wonderful.

Master, why don't you take off your coat? Make yourself comfortable.

We've been waiting for it for so long. There was... a lot of chaos outside.

Master... let's celebrate.

Here's to our film debut film debut.

Oh, Marta.

Master, what's going on?

I don't even know... where to start.

Murnau...

Unbelievable!

Feldner told me that he left tonight for America.

It seems that Fox offered him offered him a million-dollar contract

and he accepted.

But... no.

What about our film?

For now it will not be done

and I don't know when and I don't know if its time will come.

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Get ready to toast!

It is only a few moments before 1929.

Almost there!

Raise your glasses!

Ten, nine...

eight, seven...

six, five...

four...

three, two...

one!

Happy New Year!

Are you alone, dear?

Where is your wife?

Did he leave you alone tonight?

What is your name?

Don't tell me...

The dream vanished, master.

The decision has been made.

Return to Italy.

Stenù!

Stefano...

I wrote you dozens of letters, you never answered me.

It's not like you.

I wrote to Marta to hear from you.

No...

How are your children? They are growing up, but without grandpa.

Don't be cruel, Stenù.

Faust.

Fausto opened his first exhibition two weeks ago

at the Palazzo degli Exposizioni in Rome. Uh...

You weren't there either.

Lietta. She raises the girls and is a good mother.

What about you?

Me? Mm.

I am here, Dad, at your your service, as always.

To my... service?

Dad, it's the truth. I have always been useful to you.

Is there a problem to be solved? There's Stefano.

Do we need to talk to publishers or entrepreneurs? Here I am.

Do the accounts need to be put in order? Stefano is there, he is always there.

I was annulled in you, Dad.

But I am not your accountant.

Take me home, Stenù.

I wasn't a good father, was I?

I couldn't do anything else.

But you...

You have to promise me one thing.

What is it? You have to write.

You and I can only do that, write.

We must write, to take revenge for having been born.

What a scare!

Kids!

The cake has arrived. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Can you blow? Are you ready?

Happy Birthday! Congratulations.

You have become a little man. Congratulations.

Thank you for this nice evening.

I...

I don't know what else to say, just thank you.

But Dad, thanks to you. It's true, it's been a nice evening.

Dad, the clinic called yesterday.

From the clinic?

Yes, Mom would like to meet her grandchildren.

Our children. Of course.

It's only fair.

It's only fair that a grandmother wants to meet her grandchildren.

Yes, fair enough, Dad.

But it's even fairer that you are too.

Me? Yes.

Y...

I don't know if I can do it,

then...

fourteen years old.

Antonietta...

Enough...

Enough...

Marta.

"Marta mía!

It's the middle of the night, but I can't sleep.

I write...

about you and for you,

but I couldn't follow a word of it

if your inspirational image

to abandon me even for an instant.

I am a headless fly.

Ah...

If only it could be foreseen

all the evil that can be born of good

we think we do."

Mom...

Stefano. Come, sit down.

Oh! There are also the children.

How cute!

But how cute they are.

Buh!

Come along, children.

Fausto!

How funny you are! This is Pompilia, my wife.

This is Pierluigi, our son. Good morning, Grandma.

He speaks French. Now I live in Paris, I am a painter.

I have always wanted to go to Paris.

They look happy. Yes, Mom. I chose my life.

Lietta!

Lietta...!

He is my husband.

Pleased to meet you.

You have become a mother. Well done.

There was also Manolito, but he died.

Oh...

Oooh...

What are your names? Maria Luisa.

Beautiful name, congratulations, and you?

Lietta. As mom.

Ah!

# It's raining, it's raining #

# The cat is testing

# The mouse is getting married #

# With the silk beret. #

This... is Luigi's chair.

Where is Luigi?

He always hides.

It rains, it rains

The cat is testing.

The doctors would sometimes would bring me the newspapers

and... and I heard about your successes

and... and I saw you grow old in the photographs.

How you have aged.

A little old man!

A cute little old man!

I...

I wear... bridal mourning.

I am dead.

Dead.

Dead, dead, dead, dead, puff....

Ah, but what a beautiful table you have prepared.

Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum....

But...

I'm not hungry, no...

But Mom will always be with you, huh?

But... but later, later.

Then... In life, however, I did not succeed.

I am now returning to the clinic.

Come on, come on. I don't...

Mom... Mom, wait. Bye, Grandma.

"Goodbye, Grandma."

How cute! Yes, "Goodbye, Grandma."

"Goodbye, Grandma."

"Goodbye, Grandma."

One of the few things, or perhaps the only one,

I knew for sure was this one:

my name was Mattia Pascal

and I took advantage of it.

A statement about the Nobel Prize. Did you expect it?

Did the Duce congratulate you? Do you want to say something?

Answer us. Look at the camera.

What does Duce think? Watch here.

Look at the camera. One photo.

"Pa...

yasa..."

"das."

Clowning around. May we ask you a few questions?

"Pa-ya...

sa...

das.

Pa..."

Every time a friend or acquaintance of mine friend or acquaintance of mine

showed that he had lost his mind

to the point of coming to me for advice or suggestions,

I shrugged my shoulders, squinting my eyes

and answered him:

"My name is Mattia Pascal."

"Thank you, dear, I know."

"And you think that's not enough?"

Your Majesty...

ladies and gentlemen.

This year, the Royal Swedish Academy

has chosen these six names

among the most illustrious representatives of human thought,

names that will honor their countries and the world.

Nobel Prize in Literature

to the illustrious Italian writer

Luigi Pirandello.

It is with immense satisfaction

that I express my gratitude to Their Majesties

and the illustrious Royal Swedish Academy

for their generous judgment

that crowns my long literary career.

To succeed in my literary my literary endeavors,

I must have attended the school of life.

This school is the only one

that can help a mind like mine, similar to that of a child.

I have always felt the need

of believing in the appearances of life without reservation.

The sincerity with which I learned this lesson

has revealed a humility, a love

and respect for life and respect for life

to absorb bitter disappointments,

painful experiences, terrible wounds...

And all the errors of innocence

that give depth and value to existence.

This allowed me to grow

and at the same time and at the same time remain myself.

As it developed, the talent came back to me...

unable to live as a true artist a true artist,

capable only of of thoughts, of feelings,

and so, in the illusion of creating myself, I only created...

what I felt and what I could believe in. what I could believe in.

I feel gratitude and pride at the thought

that my creation has been been considered worthy

of the prestigious award with which I am honored.

I would like to believe

which has been awarded not so much for the so much for the expertise of the writer,

which is always irrelevant, but...

for human sincerity

of my work.

Excuse me... who died?

Mattia Pascal.

Mattia Pascal?

Precisely him.

Mattia Pascal is me.

Do not play with death. death, it brings bad luck.

Cut!

It's a piece of crap!

Crap, crap, crap, crap!

Nicola, what is all this smoke?

You can't see anything!

Sorry, cinema is very is very complicated.

We have to repeat the scene.

Let's start from the beginning!

Just a light mist...

It seems incredible that that out of this chaos can emerge

something that makes sense, huh?

Dad...

Isn't it better if we go home? Why should we?

Because you feel bad. Leave me alone.

If you take this taste away from me taste... Isn't that right, Saul?

Well...

It is a great pleasure for me pleasure to be here with you

and enjoy this wonderful show.

Uh, we have...

traveled a lot, maestro.

I would like to say just... two words.

Silence! Let's roll!

It rolls.

Let's roll!

The clapperboard... Thank you.

Master...

Do you want to give the clapperboard?

Me? I would be honored.

What do I have to say? It is very simple.

I say "motor".

then you give the clapperboard and say:

"Mattia Pascal,

scene 146...

Action!"

Is that all right? Here you go, Maestro.

Here? Here is perfect.

On that side.

Thus.

Mattia Pascal,

scene 146...

Action!

Excuse me...

Who has died?

Mattia Pascal.

Mattia Pascal? That's him.

Mattia Pascal is me.

You don't play with death, sir.

It brings bad luck.

"Dead, don't dress me.

Wrap me naked in a sheet.

No flowers on the bed and no candles lit.

Lower class car, that of the poor. of the poor.

No one to accompany me,

no relatives, no friends, no friends, nor politicians.

The cart,

the horse,

the coachman

and nothing else."

# For eternity #

# We will know #

# With your burning eyes #

# With your flaming eyes #

# Filled with the fire of passion #

# Such a beautiful game

# I'm in love with you #

# I'm afraid of you #

# For eternity #

# We will know. #

"Burn my body.

And may my freshly cremated body be left to the wind

because nothing, not even not even the ashes,

I would like them to remain of me.

But if this can't be done,

that the funerary urn be taken to Sicily

and embedded in some rough stone

of the Girgenti field,

where I was born."