All language subtitles for Curiosa.2019.FRENCH.1080p.WEB.x264-EXTREME

Why do not you look at me?
Look at me.

Are you shy?

There you go.

Be still.

Be yourself. Be confident.

It's almost over.

It is good.

Very good.

Hello, Pierre.

Curiosities: Erotic articles,
book or photograph

Long time no see.

To long. I've missed you.

Stylish as ever.

Hello, Pierre. How are you?

- What if we were to be blonde.
- Then they would worship us.

- Who asked narcissi there?
- Flowers loves his own reflection.

- A bit like you, dear sister.
- Loulouse!

Stop now,
you know Loulouse is that a cactus.

- So what am I, then?
- You?

A rosebud.

Ready to bloom.

- It's about time.
- Calm, Hélène.

- Henri loves to assume in the garden.
- Green fingers?

- Pierre?
- I think so.

- Must must cultivate his garden.
- The spectacle is not meant for you.

I regret that I did not ask
about the pharaoh's permission.

- But admit it's tempting.
- See you later.

- Can he feel the smells of all nose hair?
- Facial tickles.

Oh really? Have you already kissed someone?

Only father's mustache.

Pierre...

- Are you staying for tea, Jean?
- Sure.

- Do not I get a kiss?
- You get everything you want.

Everything you want.

What a happy future husband.

Pierre...

Girls, leave Pierre alone.

- He has outgrown your childishness.
- I like them.

You are incorrigible.

Henri, write in a book of poetry?

- Indeed.
- Recite something.

- With pleasure.
- I'm all ears.

Heron in the marshes or swan in the river

Whether spring blossoms
or autumn rains

have my arrows pierced each hour

- Time has picked
- ... all its feathers

Conical breasts, as naked as a mother

- Their silky defeat
- ... lying there on the floor

and naked

With torn dress
completely askew

- So it was not!
- Not at all.

I could not to!

Excuse me.

We unmarried girls makes us always.

As a house that is not going to hire
and waiting for buyers.

Ask Antonine serving tea.

We can be visited, but not on every floor.

Dare not imagine her undressed.

Marie, wait for me!

Antonine need help.

My dear Henri,
I'm in love with Marie.

The only way to spare her
this unnecessary rivalry

is to tell her
about this dual love.

Your friend, Pierre.

You're cute, very cute.

He is nice.
He will be gentle with you.

- I like him.
- It's a good start.

Marie?

Come on, please.

I just wanted to know how you feel.

- You're my friend.
- You'r friend?

After this, a telegram
announces me a life-changing decision?

I'm in love with Marie.
What is the problem?

We agreed, but I just took
a chance because you did not act.

- Unsportsmanlike.
- My love is stronger than yours.

- You lied.
- I was desperate.

- Enough to betray a friend?
- Yes.

Enough to betray the best friend I had.

I love her madly.

How will you take from this?
I have to admit that you're doing good.

Love ... So you think words on it?

For me, the love
of the senses satisfaction.

Then you never loved.

Love, Henri,

is a small mouse shaved,
washed and perfumed from head to toe,

ready for other games, if you ask.
Round, firm and hearty.

Extremely narrow and alluring juicy.

Shocking I know you?

That was the idea.

I was getting worried.

Now?

How was the play?

Sardou came upon a clever title:
"We are different!"

The theater was full of women!

I invited my sisters on the ice.
Now I have no money left.

- I saw a hat I can not afford.
- But Marie ...

Women do not go alone at a cafe.

Besides courtesans.

"Nyrakad us ..."

Henri? What is it?

I met Pierre.

Is he back?

And not alone.
He took an Algerian in his luggage.

A lovely girl, I've heard.

He claims that she is his muse.
He seems to be bewitched.

He can not stop to photograph her.

- Mrs.
- Mr.

- Good day.
- Good evening.

- For me?
- You're welcome.

Your turn.

Stylish pose.

Careful, it is fragile.

The first act.

- Again. Ready?
- Ready.

- Do you like it?
- I love it!

- More!
- Again.

Hurry up now, Jean!

Redo.

- Yes?
- Is Pierre here?

- He works and does not want to be disturbed.
- I am used to it.

Marie.

Henri said you were back with ...

Zohra Ben Brahim.

She is cute.

Let me introduce Marie de Heredia.
The Régnier! Sorry, I'm not used.

So strange to call you that.

It's nice here.

It is missing some flowers. Ask any of
the locals to buy narcissus.

I looked fine in the market.

You think well of narcissus, Pierre?

Are you jealous?

Do you shoot her with this?

It was you I wanted.

I was furious that he stole you.

May it never happen an autumn night ...

Saved you for me?

- May it never happen an autumn night ...
- When I'm embracing you here ...

... do not give up ...

... your virgin gold, myrrh and frankincense.

And Aphrodite blood.

And Aphrodite blood.

And Leto's blood.

It is enough.

Can I watch?

- The interests you in politics now?
- I would love to learn.

I make an appointment in a letter to the editor.

Codename: MLH.

The initials of your name:
Marie, Louise, Hélène.

Very interesting.

Pierre, I want to be photographed
in a moral condemnation poses.

Come on, Marie!

So you would then be photographed?

It feels like being in a studio.

- Should I sit here?
- Keep the hat.

First, I'll take your portrait.

As a stranger I had seen on the street.

Have a seat.

Marie, you have to sit still.

Imagine that you are an apple.
Stir apples on itself?

Turn your head to the right.

Lower your chin.

Excellent.

- Smiling little less. Focus.
- I'm concentrated.

Take off the hat.

I can not be your husband,
so I'll be your lover.

I'll teach you loads
you can barely imagine.

You should write to me and describe
your enjoyment. Do we agree?

It's me you love, is not it?

Love?

This is just to laugh.

Or cry.

I'll call you "The Fly"

for your winged black hair,
so far, so good, so blue,

and the golden circles
around your pupils

in your eyes deep shadow.

We have also installed "water closets".

Love Letters will
float around with shit.

- There you are.
- Pierre! Are you here?

- Back from my trip.
- You are late.

I was with my lover.
He refused to let me go.

Do you see? She has retained her sense of humor.

Well, Pierre ... How was your trip?

So amazing that you missed our wedding.

It is Marie's way of saying
that we missed you.

We are home-loving.

Everyday simple pleasures with Marie
makes me so happy.

Everyday life is boring.

Tell us about your trip.
It's more entertaining.

It is impossible to summarize.
Impressions, colors, images.

I had wanted to photograph everything.

- He is attached to his Kodak.
- A Kodak?

We also took pictures.

If you please get them?

Gladly it.

- You are crazy.
- Can I come to the studio?

I promise to behave myself.

- Do you promise to do what I say?
- Everything you want.

Here it is.

Let's see...

The whole family was there.

All except you.

It was the most beautiful day of your life?

Yes, it was very emotional.

- You'll see for yourself when it's your turn.
- If it ever gets.

Do you see how much fun it was?
I looks dead.

My lover would not let me.

And her husband
learns always regarded the apology

like a bad joke.

I do not like the maid
with her voluptuous mouth as wide

who says to his new master,
with his head cocked:

"If the gentleman call when he settles"

"I can do 69-ball
as an encore even!"

- What floor?
- Last.

You want to kill me.

You have to introduce me to Lucille.

Lucille...

But you are always with Zohra
and your new little whore.

- She's not a whore.
- So why are you hiding her?

Afraid that someone steals her? Who is
she?

Lift!

- Lift now!
- Is she from the upper class?

She is from the upper class!

Monsieur Pierre, I want to fuck.

Do not say "I want to fuck",
say "I'm nervous."

Oh, my beloved! Fuck me in both holes!

You can say that you are eclectic.

I have 12 dildos in my drawer.

Say instead: "I will never get bored
in their own company."

I want to show you something.

"The woman's buttocks."

- How many are here?
- Approximately 60 pieces.

- Overall?
- A hundred.

A hundred?

I have data on those I had
anal sex with. Name, address, age.

A fascinating study.

Fingerprints with?

Almost.

Seriously,
why, note that?

I do not know.

I should never have shown you.

Allow me to be a bit ... surprised.

It is unusual to have a notebook
where someone has classified women.

Take the step.

We are ugly or beautiful?

You can laugh and I grin

I like your pupils,
because I see myself in them

When I release your braid

you weigh my tongue thick wavy hair

And to your scarlet tongue
, I have little coral

Now?

Not bad.

- Not bad?
- Pretty good, even.

Is there a lesbian poem?

Do you want to kill me?

- How can you wear this?
- I'm used to suffering.

Suffocate you? Do you?

How does it feel to wear it?

Can you show me?

Next time I'll bring another woman.

We can make love with her, both of them.

It will do you good.

She will look at you.

- Enough, I do not?
- Yes, but ...

- But?
- Three more fun.

She can lie between us and watch you.

- You're playing with me.
- Not with you. I'm just playing.

I hate you. I hate you!

Who then? Do you have other mistresses?

I would love you less
if I had others?

- Reply. Do you have it?
- Would I love you less?

Of course, I have others.

- It does not change anything.
- I would if I had the others?

- You may not.
- That I get some.

- I'm sure.
- Never do that.

Only you can make me good.

Your poem was very enjoyable.

Did you write it?

- Have you read Pierre's manuscript?
- The first pages.

I have no objection.
Not applicable style.

- What are you talking about?
- Pierre.

His book, "The woman and the dock".

What do women like?

Dark-haired, as usual,
and very seductive.

He writes undoubtedly good,
but he goes too far.

I do not believe that. A girl from the street

who manipulates his benefactor
as a puppet.

A gentleman can not be fooled so easily.

Pierre has imagination.

She is with someone else
and he allows it. Is it credible?

Not very, I must admit.

The bee!

Have you no morals?

- Is it bothering you?
- No, it edges me.

Not yet. First I want to shoot you.

You are handsome when you concentrate.

On the floor.

- Should not I move?
- Or talk.

Be quiet.

Give me remorse.

Many remorse.

I would like to remember every second.

Am I in your collection now,
together with all the others?

- Have you rooted among my papers?
- Yes, would not it?

Kiss Me.

Can not you stay longer?

- I am late.
- It is as if you have already gone.

Help me.

- This?
- I'll take that, thank you.

10 sou.

Here you are.

Flowers?

- How much?
- 10 sou, M..

Undress.

Put your arms.

Yes, like that.

Excellent.

Turn around.

Slower.

It must be dark.

Let me see.

Show me.

Now?

Wait...

Come in.

Look.

Do I get it?

For our secret album?

Who is the woman with Pierre?
She is wonderful.

The marriage dress. You are delightful.

If there are hidden virtues,
so I know enough not to them.

So nice to see you dressed.

I do not feel so good.

We go home.

- Please, I must never go out!
- People are staring.

- I can not.
- Marie, please stay.

Marie, we go a little discreet later.

93.

94.

95.

100.

Good night, Marie.

Good night.

Henri is back at five.
We are alone.

You are crazy.

Do not overdo it with him.

Pierre does not love you!

He shares Zohra
with his friends at night.

You saw how enamored he is!

Stop.

Stop, you ...

You're hurting me.

You're hurting me!

What do you want?

Be treated like Zohra? As a whore?

My Beloved...

Stop.

What have I done to you?

I do not love you.

I do not love you.

I do not love you.

I do not love you!

Her whole body was expressive,
like a face.

More than one face.

Her hårfyllda head
rested on her shoulders

something like sense.

Smile in the hip creases,

flushed cheeks
of her curvaceous sides,

her breasts staring
like two dark eyes.

Why sulking you?

Are you crying?

What is it?

What is it now?

Is it me?

I do not want you to be sad,
not because of me.

Lay still.

Stop!

Paris cold light does not suit you.

To get to know you completely, I'll take
you there are date palms and oleanders.

Look at you. You atrophy here.
You need light.

- I do not go alone.
- You will not be alone.

You are the model. You are seductive.
Someone will take care of you.

You have to go.
I can not explain, but there it is.

When are you coming?

You love me and chase me away.

You need me.

Stop, that's enough!

I do not get angry.

We have had it good together.

You gonna need it.
Honey, you have to go now. Come here.

- Why send me home?
- I did not know!

This is your fault!
It was not he who decided it.

- He comes back to me.
- He loves me!

He needs me. I'll do anything he wants.

- Whatever? It is not love.
- What do you know about it?

I know how to love men.
Love can not be learned.

Do not you understand that? You know nothing.

Sit down.

He likes it when we do this.

Head to tail.

Can you do that?

Look.

It's your taxes.

It needs only your fingers.

Pierre...

Remember when you told me ...

... that you were my future secured.

In the grave ...

... would you write to me.

To prove
that we still have something.

Pierre, I love you.

I read your book.

And?

The scandal will make you rich.

A brilliant story. It sounds true.

I know that your cuckold missing something.

Nobility possibly.

More power in the description.

Do you think so?

Are you really good?

Well then.

- Are you in love?
- No.

I am worried.

- Are you kidding me?
- No, I'm there.

I threw out Zohra.

She was a burden,
but now I miss her.

You do not believe in love
, but exhibits all the symptoms.

It is not love. It's passion.

It destroys one, but you can not abstain.

You have to calm their passions.

Why go to Algeria?

- Stop. I do not want to.
- Come on, for once.

Stop it, I said! There is no game!

I will be in Algiers
when you get this.

You behave until I get home?
Will you write?

Think about me.

You can talk to me.

I can not.

I love only one person in the world.

Forget about him.

Come and look.

Wait, come on ...

Come and look at the ring.

Do you see it?

Forget about him. He makes you miserable.

I can not.

Where.

Perfect.

You are so Beautiful! Be still.

You are beautiful.

So beautiful. You make me hard.

Men Pierre...

I made you laugh.

I won a laugh.

Bon appetit, my dear.

Grin soup is as good as usual.

Henri, you're perfect.

Now?

Tack Helena.

Marie is the most artistic
of my daughters.

The most sensitive and delicate.
Cheer her up. Maintenance her.

Take her on horse racing.
She loves horses.

Go to the opera.

- I do not know ...
- She will not go out.

I'm afraid to leave her alone.

She was thinking of divorce.

- She's capable of anything.
- No...

We must put a stop to her melancholy.
Protect her from herself.

Maintenance her.
Get her out of the room, damn it.

Let her not behave
like a little girl.

- Act like a husband should.
- Yes, that her husband ...

It is you.

Jean!

So you're not a ghost?

It would be quite possible here.

I like the pesky insect.
And you?

I admire it,
as someone admires horrors.

It's scary up close.

You're a scared rabbit.
I am no longer afraid of anything.

By arru sada.

Just det. Arruda sada.

- netsuke.
- And ... Fluga.

Funny.

- What then?
- For many flies.

One more. Mushroom and fly.

- "Fly and lotus leaf."
- "Vollubilis and fly."

Jean, to overcome your fears.

Do you like it?

My good luck charm.

Are you working right now?

I write Willy signs.

You should write itself.

I love what you do.

- Did you read what I wrote?
- Of course.

I am proud that you like what I do.

I'm happy to see you.

I get so bored.

Without me?

I did not say.
I said I'm bored.

With somebody else.

You make me laugh.

A good start. You looked so glum out.

I did not dare say anything.

Are you feeling better?

It's bitter. I like it.

Taste.

You'd be so mean my thinking is.

You think I'm goofy.

Silly? No.

Surprisingly.

Shy.

Exciting.

I know you will
make me suffer.

- So you're going to come?
- Yes, I will.

- And be my mistress?
- It does not matter.

Well, for some.
Maybe not for you, but ...

When?

Damned wanderlust!

TVI, I spit in my hand.

Why did he change of scenery?

Since my beauty is meaningless,
vain smells my body

and my seductive, conical breasts.

Fool him with a dwarf.

But nothing can surpass my lover.

How fickle the young man is.

With little Zohra he should lie;

an ornament, and I am only an atom.

Fool him with a dwarf,
but nothing can surpass my lover.

In the shade of the date palm
dress a slave of you.

Here, completely naked,

your young girl's body ...

Sharp shadow and strong sunlight.

Share your brown skin.

The day will disappear slowly

and get bluish moonlight.

But nothing can surpass my lover.

I'll come back,
so do not scold me.

I now know how I love you.

Do not say you do not believe me.
You are not like other women.

You do not care about their petty jealousy,
because you're an old man, as you said.

Do you remember?

Jean, did not come to the apartment
on Tuesday. It is over.

I said it would be.
Sorry if I have offended you.

Undo me. I'm not worth it.

Marie.

- Jean, was still.
- It's not easy.

Be like an apple. Moved?

- An Apple. I'm an apple.
- Smile.

- What are you doing?
- Focus.

It is impossible! You plague me, Marie!

I know.

- It's new to me.
- Me too.

It is not visible. Be still.

- One more?
- No no.

- A final.
- With you?

Naughty boy!

- Do you go along with it?
- Sure.

Are you here?

What is killing me
is the doubt in the past.

I think she loved me.

She stole my thoughts.

She takes the best from me.

I have anxiety.

You must understand me, Pierre.
I can not live anymore.

Listen to me!

I have never loved him!

Listen! Pierre, listen to me!

Listen to me.

You left me alone.

I never stopped being your.

To love you.

To whisper your name.

To crave your mouth.

I love you.

I love you. Can you hear me?

You have to believe me.

You must believe me, Pierre.

A publication?

No, something more personal.

Should you be appointed to the library director?

Soon, however, this is not it.

- Does it your wife?
- No, Marie.

Well, Marie ...

She is expecting a baby.

He moved
as if he were one of the family.

My grandchild. Can you imagine?

A grandson, a granddaughter ...

I hope it's a boy.
Girls just asking for trouble.

Would you like to be the child's godfather?
It would make me feel warm heart.

We want him to be called Pierre.

If it's a boy.

My child, remember Pierre.

You can not deny your husband an heir.

He has been so patient with you.
It will make you both happy.

Happy?

It's the way you feel now.

But soon you will
begin to live again, to love again.

Soon enough, life will
be wonderful.

Forain want to make you smile.

For your portrait.

Pierre, your silence hurts me so.

I am sure
that the little tiger inside me

is the fruit of our only indiscretions
before you went away.

Count yourself.
The child will be born in September.

Answer me. I beg you.

Without you, life is worth nothing.

Bee.

My tiger.

Lille Peter.

I buy some lemonade.

There is a kiosk nearby.

My little Pierre ...

- He's afraid of me.
- He needs to know you.

Did you see how similar you?

He is handsome.

Now undertake any us forever.

I love you, Fly.

Seriously?

For how long? A quarter?

What's so funny?

He asked if Tiger
will resemble his father.

Rather he looks like his mother.
Right, my old friend?

Look!

Take home one for us from Africa.

A photograph of Tiger and his cousins.

Look, little Pierre. Tigers!

Stand here.

Perfect.

A smile, little Pierre.

A smile.

Stand still.

Henri, out of the way.

Of course. Excuse me.

First the mother and child.

Henri, you're so clumsy!

- Are you going home?
- Sorry, it was a stupid idea.

He is hungry.

- Did you hurt your leg?
- No danger.

It feels barely.

- Peter ...
- Ja?

So you think I'm
a poor cuckold?

I think our friendship and your courtesy
does not give a gentleman no choice.

I see the pity in your eyes.

No absolutely not.

Rather it is you're someone else.

Without you, I had given up.

As a debt I can never pay.

Already...

Well then, Pierre.

It can certainly.

Madame de Heredia.

- Sorry to disturb you so late.
- Has something happened?

I'll leave you alone.

I am grateful that Henri appointed your father

and housed us,
otherwise we would have been homeless.

But we still have Louise.
You know her.

She gets her whim.

She wants to get married.

So married off her.

It's not so easy without dowry.
She talks only about Pierre Louÿs.

Loulouse;

She would be named Louise Louÿs.
Laughable!

What's the matter with you?

Are you upset?

Not at all.

You know he's not marrying type.

He travels all the time.

He goes out with his mistresses.

Louise would be unhappy.

Why would not she be happy?
You're there.

MLH, as before.

Tomorrow at four.

- Loulouse? What made you come here?
- The friendship between our families.

Listen up.
Father is not good with money.

No dowry, thus no husband,
so I can take care of myself.

Can I become your secretary?

Sent to Louise to me?

You could withstand.

You do not make decisions for me.

It was you who made the decision.

When you gave in
dressing you to marry her.

Your marriage will be
like mine with Henri.

I do not want to get married!

For you, it becomes so much easier.

I will be able to meet you.

Take care of you and be near you.

That way, I will never lose you.

Do not you ever more women?

I love you enough to share you.

Do you hear me?

Who will you love deep down?

Marie?

Louise?

Or your dreams woman
we created two?

Imagine.

Imagine her damp hair.

Her shoulder protruding.

You apart her locks

and seeking her mouth I hear
moaning, but I can see it.

It burns me
straight through the scalp.

You compare our breasts,

our genitals,

our mares and our screams.

You spend the afternoon with me

and the nights with Louise.

You will remember
my first few times.

The same brown curls and the same mouth.

You will make Louise happy,
and even me.

You sneak silently as a cat.

Excuse the way I look.
If I had known ...

Your miniature shield ...

- I want to say something to you.
- Do not say anything. Never ever.

I've started writing.

Want to read what I wrote?

- Your opinion is valuable.
- course.

A Love Story?

Ending happy?

All love goes out to the end.
Did not you know that?

Did you go without saying a word?

- Come now.
- Marie, we are waiting for you to photograph.

You are late.

- A kiss.
- You are beautiful.

You tried your wedding dress.
Seeing the unlucky.

- Is it true?
- Loulouse, come now.

Why did not it me?

Open your eyes.

Mothers should not give their daughters
books that says:

"Do not lie to your sister's lover.
That's incest."

Girls have plenty of excuses.

Landouzy came by yesterday at five.

He prescribed hydrotherapy treatment.
All I see now dazzles me.

Never have I practiced so much.
Never have I put myself so early.

Can you imagine? I?

I, who loved cigarettes,
dark-haired women and empty sheet,

now forced to abstinence.

That's a relief.

Gérard d'Houville
the fickle

If I get better,

I'm happy
to have seen things differently.

The blinding light ...

... reinforces the reflections
and brightens the shadows ...

... and show me a new nature.
A very beautiful one.

And if I'm not getting better, so there are
all those pictures that I have taken ...

- No one can take them away from you.
- No, no.

They are within me.

To relive them close my
eyes and play them in my mind.

Thanks to you, newsstands empty.
Revue de Paris are selling like hot cakes.

Is it true? Empty?
So Gerard d'Houville is a success?

They probably think Gérard d'Houville

is a bearded bore,
and not a delightful young woman.

It might increase sales.

Everyone loves love stories.

Especially when they are shocking.

Shocked I tell you?

No, you have delighted me.

No need to be exotic as
Louÿs to describe your theme.

You feel that you're talking about yourself,
without hypocrisy.

I can almost say that it is masculine.

It is modern.

Do not speak ill of my friend.

He is an artist, a great poet.

As long as he does not forget it.

If you have time to have dinner with me tonight?

Not tonight.

See you later.

Do not forget that one evening
we experienced a single hour

when the gods devoted a moment

to a head slantwise, a trembling axis,

the pure joy of life
that escapes over time.

Remember that night

as we lay in our bed

and caressed our fingers
as trembling met.

We shared, by word of mouth ...

... the indestructible bead
where the memory slumbers.

Freely based on Louÿs Pierre and
Marie de Régniers photographs and letters.