All language subtitles for Rito damore1989

Yes, sir, he's taking a call. My

birthday

One thing I don't need is a prima donna.

You'd better calm down, kid, hey?

I can't. I'm in a hurry.

Hey, Valerie, you can't go out with your
hair all wet like that. You'll catch

your death.

I've got to get all the way across town
in half an hour.

I've got an audition.

My hair will fly on the way over.

Don't start getting neurotic now, eh?

This could be the big one.

It really could.

I have a feeling.

You're not cooking tonight.

Yeah, finally.

We open tomorrow night at the Alexander
Place. Great. Then you can quit here and

really hit the conservatory.

Well, we'll see.

What would you like? Coffee and a
yogurt. But quick, I've got a voice

lesson and then a nice shooting out at
the East End Studios.

Okay.

Yogurt and coffee's here, right?

Artists are always in such a hurry.

When are you going to quit here?

When can we be together?

Call me tonight.

Hey, Peter, you got customers waiting.
Okay.

Maury, you ready?

Maury! One second.

Whatever you want. Listen, Jack,
remember what's important here. It's

all, don't you worry.

Okay, we're going to shoot this one.

Not tomorrow.

Camera. Right here.

Sound. Rolling.

Go for it.

Mirror ad, take six.

Action.

They say that mirrors should reflect a
little before they reflect you.

I say we better let imagination do its
work.

Cut. How was it?

Sensational. You sure?

I'm paid to be sure. Go on, get dressed.

Okay, you guys, we've got another set up
to do before lunch, you know. All right,

take it easy.

You sure you don't need another one?

Honey, you're a born actress if I ever
saw one. I guarantee you this commercial

is going to make your face famous all
over the country. People are going to

point you out in the street.

Anyone left?

What you got going?

They need a model to pose naked.

Oh. Tomorrow morning at the art school.
Some visiting Russian professor or

something.

Is the pay any good?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Nicole.

interview go?

Well, it didn't.

They were looking for a redhead.

It's really too bad because I wanted to
do it a lot.

Short role, but choice. Really choice.

How come you didn't dye your hair for
the part?

I'll tell you something. I wanted to do
it, but I didn't have the time.

Hey, Louise.

I got a job at the art school.

Huh?

Tomorrow the rent gets paid.

Whoa!

Hey,

kid. Let's hit the table. I made a bunch
of moussaka.

Moussaka? What?

You can eat that slop.

I made it just for you.

For me? Yeah, sure.

Look, if you keep stuffing that fatty
glop down your craw, you'll be working

out for the rest of your life.

Doesn't your boyfriend object to you
being a size 26?

You kidding, Antoine?

I thought you were going with Luke.

Oh, Luke.

The boy took off.

Not Antoine. I left that idiot.

He was such an old maid.

Would you at least taste this?

I'll try it. Lately I've been seeing
Mark.

He likes his ladies brown.

Well, then.

Let's see. Great.

Hello? Hi, Peter.

How am I?

Kidding. Completely exhausted.

Yeah. What are you doing?

Tonight. I just couldn't.

Tomorrow? I can't. Sorry.

You know why?

I've got an important date I can't
break.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

The Alexander Platts.

What do you think I meant, tomorrow?

You know I wouldn't miss your opening
for anything in the world. Of course

I'll be there.

I think it's just great.

still love me?

I wasn't asking if you loved that, for
God's sake. I could all you ever think

about. But it just so happens that
there's more to me than that.

Yeah, I thought that would surprise you.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Today we will be studying that most
classic subject, the female eunuch.

Bear in mind the lines of the bun.

Bear in mind also, of course, the
background, the contrast, your filter,

and your lenses.

But above all, bear in mind that these
are simply tricks, just numbers. Nothing

more than mediators, middlemen, between
your eye and the subject.

Is that clear? The truly essential thing
is that you put something of yourselves

into every sketch, every shot. This
curious object, for example, is an ass.

But, given the right conditions, the
right equipment, and above all the right

frame of mind, it can be made to appear
as far off, so covered inside, in a

mystical, a piece of a lunar landscape.

Please don't do it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

You listen to me. I just wanted to
listen to the sound of your voice.

Well, now that you heard it, bye-bye.

Do we need to go someplace?

It would be nice.

I'm in a hell of a hurry.

Jump in and we'll move.

Okay.

I'm kind of passing out. If we found
another kind of music...

Maybe I'd survive.

Do you mind?

That's much better, thank you.

Incidentally, aren't you the one who was
staring at me?

Staring?

Right, when I was on the couch posing.

Your eyes are very beautiful.

So my eyes got to you.

And my voice.

It's the truth.

It was fantastic.

Fantastic, really.

Valentin, hi.

Valentin, Peter, I want you to meet...

I don't even know what your name is.
Uro.

How are you?

Hi, Uro.

Do you like this music?

Are you enjoying it, Uro?

I don't know much, really.

Oh.

What kind of music do you like, then?

I like mostly classical.

I've written a new piece. You want to
hear it? Hey, Peter.

What?

You want to come to my house and play
it?

Did you change departments?

No.

Louise is trying out a new boyfriend
tonight.

Oh, and what are we waiting for?

Let's go. Oh, I hope you come around
more often.

You might learn. You might learn.

What? You know?

So long, Valentine.

So long.

Bye, everybody.

So long.

How was your day?

Negative.

There's always another one, though.

You're getting smart at last.

Now,

about your future.

Not again.

Yes, again.

Don't you realize you'll never get
anywhere without ambition?

My new song.

Peter.

Dedicated to you.

I should just lick my throat.

Thank you.

that i met at the art institute how come
you didn't say anything well

i forgot i'll tell you something
marvelous in my whole life i've never

gotten a big bouquet from anyone or even
a dandelion well neither have i my first

time too but did you give him this
address don't think so then how did he

know what it sounds on how do you know
um

Maybe he follows me.

you'll see. Sure hope so with what I'm
paying. Believe me, in this business you

get what you pay for, and mister, you
paid for the best. Sounds good.

Anyway, watch.

I can't wait.

I hope I like it.

Bye, John.

They say that mirrors should reflect a
little before they reflect you.

I say let imagination do its work.

Hmm.

Excellent material.

I think we could cut a couple of
seconds, though. We have to take out

that close-up of her, remember?

Well... Anyway, I gotta say that you
really picked the perfect pair for our

product. Congratulations.

They look like they were just made for
our bra.

Well, can't take credit for those, too.
Hey, Valerie.

Valerie!

What'd you get to?

Boris, hello.

I'd like to speak to Peter.

Is he there?

Peter?

He's rehearsing with the band right now.
I can't disturb him until they take a

break. How long will it be before their
break?

I don't know. Probably ten minutes or
more.

Hello, Euro?

Was I wrong to get so furious?

It made me feel like a slab of beef or
detergent or frozen yogurt.

Anyway, I'm over it now.

Maybe I'll get a part in a musical
comedy, you know, something with a lot

of action in it, like me.

It's a pretty big chance, Euro.

I've got to look at the other girls who
are up for the part.

And believe me,

they were nothing special.

No, no, that's not true.

Some of them were great.

The thing is, with this kind of work,
you have to grab every little thing that

comes within a mile of you.

I'm always telling Peter, I swear, for
everything that gets away from you, you

have to do ten more auditions.

At least ten.

Sooner or later, the right one will come
along.

And I like taking chances.

Am I boring you?

Please, don't stop.

It's a funny feeling.

On one hand, I wish it were Monday
already.

I hate relaxing.

The waiting drives me crazy. I start
thinking too much, and that's tragic.

On the other hand, I don't exactly hate
the idea of spending two days alone all

by myself with no...

No appointments.

No headaches.

What do you do, Euro?

I collect pieces of paper.

What kind of paper?

University degrees.

It's a completely useless activity.

But fun.

Humans have a lot of interests.

Let's say curiosities.

I'm curious, too.

There are so many things I'd like to
know, to dig into.

Only I never have any time.

And when I do, all I want to do is
sleep.

You think I'm silly.

Superficial.

Why?

For real reasons.

I wanted to know how different your
girlfriends must be from me.

Girlfriend?

Well, with your culture and... this
house.

You must have all the girls you want,
huh?

Twastri, the divine creator of the
Hindu, took the roundness of the moon

and the curves of the climbing plant and
the close adherence of the vine and the

trembling of the grass and the liveness
of the bamboo and the burgeoning of the

flowers and the lightness of the leaves
and the eye of the stag and the joy of

the sunbeam and the weeping of the
clouds and the inconstancy of the wind.

And the timidity of the wild hare, and
the vanity of the peacock, and the

softness of the belly of the parrot, and
the hardness of the diamond, and the

cruelty of the tiger, and the coldness
of the snows, and the burning splendor

of the fire.

He mixed these elements, and from them
made woman, and gave her to man.

That's a beautiful fable.

I've never heard anything like that.

I almost want to believe it.

Millions of people do.

Do you?

Well, it's a fascinating theory.

But there are others even more so.

Oh, you're right. I'd like to know them
all.

I'd like to hear them from you.

Look, I don't want to go home.

I'd only run into more of Louise's
sentimental problems.

Peter whining on the phone.

I don't even want to think of it.

So nice here.

Feels like being on an island.

Do you mind if I curl up in the corner
over there?

I won't ever bother you.

You want to know something? This girl
over here, she's

going to be somebody.

now. So say

Strange. What?

I had a strange dream.

Beautiful, though.

Don't know.

What are you doing there?

I was watching you.

I like to watch you.

You're even lovelier when you're asleep.

in the photography class.

And I felt things.

Strange things.

I felt uneasy about you. I admit it.

I don't remember your body.

Only your eye.

I felt I was looking out from behind.

I was inside where your mind is.

warmth of your eyes and came to realize
that i was meant to stay there always

i have waited all my life for you i have
stayed pure for you i have chosen you if

you have chosen me as well then no you
chose a pact a way of living you

must honor everything between us must
follow my ancient tradition

In ancient times, the nature of
humankind was different from that which

it is today.

People had everything double.

They had four hands and four legs, two
faces, two sexes.

Zeus was persuaded to cut every man in
half.

But as soon as the primitive nature of
man was divided, each half understood

immediately that it could not give up
the half it had lost.

So they started in searching for each
other until they came back together

again, intertwining themselves tightly
with the other.

But then the desire to melt together
again was so strong that

they died of hunger.

You want me to starve to death too?

No, wait.

I want to take it from the lips of Zeus.

Anyway, this theory of yours is
really... It's really Plato's.

But the same theory is to be found... In
Upanishad, which goes back to 800 years

before Christ.

Is that one of the hypotheses you were
telling me about?

It's something more than a hypothesis.

In the loneliness of its origins, the
undivided ego could not know pleasure,

since pleasure does not belong to the
being who is alone.

But when man and woman each receive it
from the other by uniting themselves, in

that instant they recreate the original
being.

Our desire for each other is born from
the need to return to perfect unity,

perfect solitude.

It is the remembrance of what we were
that attracts our bodies to others.

My lesson. My gosh, I gotta go.

I'm pleased with your voice.

And you've made quite a bit of progress
lately.

But... But?

You're impatient, Valerie.

You run the risk of burning out. You
have to relax.

Talent is essential, but it's only the
beginning.

You have to construct.

Unfortunately, no one seems able to
listen, to hear.

It's a shame.

We must find a defense against each
other's indifferences.

Is it humility you're talking about?

Do you hear the noise?

Is it really so difficult to comprehend,
my dear?

To get a grip on art, we must push
ourselves to the point where...

We can hear even a leaf growing and
perceive miracles and hear the angels

sign.

I'm riding on the wild island.

All right, okay.

We'll let your agent know.

Thank you.

Next is number 24.

Our appointment was at 8.

What?

What do you mean, Euro?

What appointment?

We were going to the theater.

I completely forgot. I'm sorry.

It's too late now for the theater.

We could go get something to eat, if you
like.

Don't be upset, Europe. Please.

I'm dead.

I simply couldn't.

I'm an absolute wreck.

I'm so sorry.

Good night.

If I wake, shall I not be distraught,
environed with all these hideous fears,

and madly play with my forefather's
joints, and

pluck the mangled tippled from his
shroud?

And in this rage, with some great
kinsman's bone as with the club,

dash out my desperate brains.

Oh, look.

He thinks I see my cousin's ghost
seeking out Romeo that did spit his body

upon a rapier's point.

Okay, kid, that's fine. Now get
undressed.

What? What does that have to do with
Romeo and Juliet?

That's my department, honey. Don't worry
about it.

Listen, uh, no one told me about nude
scenes.

You deaf? The man said get undressed or
start stripping. There are 40 girls

waiting out there. We got no time to
wait.

Jeannie, who the hell sent us that dog?
Sorry, Marty. They break your back all

day long for an interview. Then when you
give them one, Jesus. Well, come on.

Let's get the next one here.

It didn't turn out, huh?

Things don't always... Do they?

It's lunchtime.

You're my guest.

Okay.

Thanks.

Look at the expression on that woman's
face.

Look at the elements that it's made up
of.

What do you see?

The horrible rictus of pain, hilarity,
and ecstasy.

You could almost say that she's afraid
of nothing except the end of her agony.

That's insane, Yoro.

No, it's natural.

Maybe for your mentality.

For anybody who understands.

When we make love, when our bodies
unite,

Most can't stand the pleasure.

For that instant, we're eternal.

It's there that death and life beat
inside us with the same regularity.

With the same intensity that it's simple
to understand.

One has no sense without the other.

I suppose anything's simple for you.

How about death, though?

Answer that one.

Beauty and joining forever one's
ancestors.

Going on living through the lives of our
children.

Annulling ourselves in the infinite that
makes us immortal.

Yeah, but I happen to love this.

I happen to love making love with you in
the morning.

So do I.

And any other time.

Haven't I given you that impression?

I just mean that sometimes you're
strange.

You seem to me to be like one of those
idols.

Those beautiful, cruel gods that always
require sacrifice.

Always.

You know, every one of us needs a model
for inspiration.

When I was a child, I modeled gods out
of clay.

For hours on end.

Know something, Nero?

Whenever I see an idol, I think that his
expression is terribly sad.

Because of the blood they dedicated to
him.

Perhaps. Because he must accept the
blood whether he wants to or not.

Don't you believe they could avoid it if
they wanted?

Absolutely not.

Every idol must love the victim that is
offered to him.

And every victim must love his own
sacrifice.

All right, my idol.

I think I know what's needed now.

And speaking as your favorite victim,
I'm ready.

But it's only fair if I get to choose
the place for the sacrifice.

And I choose the bed.

Don't forget it. Take her to the top.

Oh.

Oh.

Hello, hello?

Louise? Hi, Peter.

Hi, things. Is Valerie there?

No. She had to go out.

When was that?

She had an appointment for work, you
know. On Sunday?

Yeah, on Sunday.

Well, I heard she was looking for me
last night. I called, but there was no

answer.

Peter, I slept out last night. She
probably just unplugged the phone. You

wish she can get you.

Not right now.

There, I bet the second she's calling
you. Excuse me, I'm late. I gotta simply

run now.

Mmm, spaghetti.

Hello,

Pete. Hey, Valerie.

Where the hell are you? You disappeared.

Peter called all day. Call him now.

Who is Paul?

Oh, he's great, Valerie.

He's fantastic.

He's wonderful.

Well, what happened? No one heard from
you in two days.

It's, uh, that guy, Uro.

You mean the one who sent you the
flowers? Oh, Valerie, what's he like?

You've got to tell me. Start talking.
No, no.

I just can't speak now.

But take the... Take down the phone
number. Only careful. Don't give it out.

Only in case...

Okay,

okay. Uh-huh. Wait a minute.

Hold on.

I know that prefix.

Pretty Ritzy Park North.

Uh-huh.

Okay. Ah, Valerie! Oh, God, my mind is
gone.

They called from the theater last night.
Get there early Tuesday.

You won the part. The part is yours.

So long.

A girl who's a little bananas, but very
fatal.

Now, sit down here, and I'll show you.

Turn on the light.

And I need a little atmosphere.

Put on some music.

Is this all right?

How was I?

It cannot be said with the mouth or ink
and paper.

Give something sweet to a mute.

How can you describe it?

Listen, Lola.

Do you hear the noise?

Is it really so difficult to comprehend,
my dear?

To get a grip on art, we must push
ourselves to the point where

we can hear even a leaf growing and
perceive miracles and hear the angels

sign.

have their own properties.

Their magic powers, like a pleasant
dream or a horrible nightmare, they

reflect your state of being, your
moment.

Deceits and appearances shouldn't
frighten us. They're our own creations.

Pythagoras' mirror was so luminous and
made with such art that you could see

far-off objects in the black of night.

Relax.

Let go of your muscle.

Let go of your thoughts.

Get back inside yourself.

I'll never make it.

Of course you will.

Come here and cry.

This is a step back.

Go forwards. What do you think?

Don't you know by yourself?

No. You belong to a noisy world.

And yours is so light and soft.

You can be part of it if you want.

I won't.

Your skin has the best taste.

Does it hurt bad?

You know I didn't mean it.

You can taste a little hunk of me if you
want.

Sharon, share a like.

How do you like my taste?

Delectable, delicious and hot.

Oh.

It was just missing salt.

I'm going to taste you now.

I'm scared of pain, you're all.

Nothing at all.

Anesthesia's taken effect.

Shall I go ahead?

It won't even be visible.

Isn't that what you said?

Do you have, among others, an advanced
degree in medicine, Euro?

You know, one day I thought that if we
could have a complete understanding of

our organs, of all our organs,

We could experience an absolute vision.

An absolute vision of our bodies.

That's all really clear, Euro.

It's clear as mud. Could you explain it
in words of one syllable or less for

this backward little student?

Well, obviously a body possessed of
awareness and critical faculties

wouldn't be able to carry out the tasks
that are assigned to it.

It would become a conscience and cease
functioning as a body.

And what conclusion does that lead to?

That we tend to forget about them.

But they never forget about us.

The organs have incredible memory.

Say those words again You were sleeping

They sounded like a prayer

I am the

freshness of water I Am the silver of
the moon

the gold of the Sun

The words of the rights, the vibration
of the ether, and the force of the seed

spread by man.

I am the perfume of white earth, the red
glow of the fire, the

divine breath that moves everything.

The holiness of innocence, the immortal
root which gives birth to existence.

Since you're all that, why should I be
awakened?

And of course I simply can't bear a
noise.

You know that.

I'm so happy being next to you.

And it can't possibly last, can it?

No more.

No more.

It can never be the same again.

You had trouble sleeping, too?

Yes, because I was dreaming.

I'd killed you and was eating your
flesh.

Mine, I think, was just as strange.

The mirror wouldn't show me my image.

I had to go inside it and look for my
reflection.

And I found that I was locked in.

How was my flesh?

Did it please you?

Very much.

Too much.

Better than yesterday?

No comparison.

I get to choose all the best parts.

And you were salty enough.

Delicious.

What do you think?

We've discovered something new.

What?

Oh, please.

So in conclusion, you like me so much
that you'd like to eat me up. And I

don't want to be calories.

Well, what are we going to do then?

Nothing.

You know what a shrink would say about
that?

You have a female complex.

Your mouth wants to be like a big uterus
and have me back inside it.

It's probable.

Would you mind?

You mean the joints?

As we were originally.

I admit it has its attraction.

Only I'd rather move just...

Just a little slower.

I was only born yesterday, after all.

Would you love me if I were a woman?

I love you the way you are.

Man, woman, androgyne, God, whatever you
are.

Well then, my handsome man, this woman
is yours.

Louise! Where are you?

Don't break the door down!

Peter, calm down.

Well, what is it?

Where's Valerie?

Peter, do you realize it's four o'clock
in the morning right now?

Where's Valerie?

Who's there?

My business, okay? Who's there?

Okay, tank head, you happy now?

No more playing around.

Tell me where Valerie is.

What about your part in that show?

Aren't you going to follow it up?

Oh, the timing was wrong.

There'll be many more chances.

The right one will come along.

I'm not interested anymore.

What about everything you've done?

Everything you've fought for?

I'm stopping here.

For the first time, I just let the world
spin on.

I've lost the rhythm.

And I never thought stopping would turn
out so sweet and so

heavenly.

What more could I ever want?

Your own?

I can imagine.

A husband.

A husband just like you.

Three or four kids.

The best enthusiastic reviews.

The applause of the public.

No.

I've tasted the fruit of the gods and
nothing else will ever satisfy me.

Only you can give me what I'm still
lacking.

Now. Right away.

So that what was can continue forever.

Do you really want that?

Mm-hmm.

This is the right thing for me.

The right place.

I won't miss anything

Now, please.

Now, I beg you.

Yeah.