All language subtitles for Love.And.Fury.2016.BDRip.x264-FiCO

I want to tell you the truth
about youth and love.

The truth about a feeling
that you can only feel once.

A feeling that makes you
so crazy -

that you're willing
to sacrifice everything.

For the rest of your life,
you'll miss -

the things that you found revolting
and caused you the most pain.

I want to tell this story to my
daughters when they've lost -

the ability to picture me
as a young and vibrant woman.

I've already
seen myself telling them.

Mom and her lover.

Mom, crazy in love. Beside herself.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Juhana.

Inka.

LOVE AND FURY

Unfortunately I can't remember
things very well.

Many people expect-

my old self
to emerge at any moment.

You shouldn't.
All my life, I've been crazy.

Not just crazy.
Also crazy in love.

Finnish literature is dead.
- It's stagnant and pompous.

It needs the arrogance
and frenzy of punk.

The literary intelligentsia of
the 70s want to look damn smart.

The outcome is
incomprehensible literature.

The literary establishment is
plagued with neonarrow-mindedness.

Stupidity is a taboo
after the awareness of the 70s.

Punk is fantastic because
it's openly unintelligent. - Yes!

Genius has its limits,
but stupidity is limitless.

You want to be provocative
like all youth movements, -

but you're offering stupidity
as a substitute for intelligence?

Why should I take you seriously?

Because the cultural
establishment is apathetic.

We need new ideas and young people.

If you kids proclaim the music
of brutal men as your own, -

it's just a neurosis,
not an alternative movement.

Your new wave is complete shit.

New wave is
an alternative worldview -

to the prevailing political
and cultural stagnation.

Let's see which of you will write a
great novel in the next ten years.

In ten years, half of you old farts
will have died of liver failure -

and the other half
of a heart attack.

What do you call the things horses
wear over their eyes? - Blinders.

An alternative worldview
to political and cultural stagnation?

What about it?

You write that literary
intelligentsia is pompous, -

yet you use quite
a lot of foreign words.

Was there something you didn't
understand? I can explain.

Not a bad show.

You provoked everyone,
both the right and the left.

Thank you,
"Literary Sensation of The Fall."

Or should I say,
"Debut Novelist with a Capital D"?

You've been reading magazines.

My favorite is "The Embodiment
of Young Narcissism and Hubris."

This evening is gonna make such
a cool episode in Rock Reportage.

Hi. Niko.
- Juhana.

Congrats. I heard they're making
your book into a film.

Yeah, they're working on the script.

When will it come out?
- I don't know yet, -

but they'll shoot it next year.
- Cool.

AND A SHEEP

A BUNNY AND A SHEEP SHIVER
TOGETHER BUT FEAR NOTHING

After-party at my place!

I have the morning shift;
I can't go. - I'll go for a moment.

You live in Eira?
- No, in Ullanlinna.

Same difference.
Not my kind of neighborhood.

This is my kind of hood.

I grew up eating off gold plates
and drinking from silver goblets.

And my balls are two diamonds.

FOCAL POINT

Hi.
- Our show worked!

Write about anything. Question
things and create something new.

I'll write about
Nietzsche's anarchism.

I'm gonna take rocker Nurmio
to the countryside. By taxi.

I'll explore Stockholm's kinky clubs.
Kaapo will take the photos.

I'll analyze the torture scenes
of my favorite films.

I'll write about homosexuality
being declassified as an illness.

I'm doing the "Interview with
the Old Fart of the Month."

The deadline is
two weeks from now.

I declare this meeting closed
and heavy drinking started.

You want to go brainstorm?

Some other day.
I'm not horny right now.

Hi.
- Hi.

THE WOMEN'S ROOM
MARILYN FRENCH

The New Generation Marches Forward

Punk, Power and Literature

You should buy decalcifier
for the Coffeemaker, Morn.

I want to break up.
- With me or the other one?

"Joy is the transition from lesser
perfection to greater perfection."

What?
- Spinoza.

A Dutch philosopher from the 17th
century. His greatest statement is:

"Joy is the transition from lesser
perfection to greater perfection."

This is a key novel, right?

With some alterations, yes.

What do your characters' alter egos
think of you stealing their lives?

They're such big narcissists
they're just proud of it.

What about the main character?
He's the biggest narcissist.

Everyone likes me.
It's a terrible curse.

What is your next novel about?

Cowardice.

My main character is a man,
a coward.

He's about to become a loser
when he realizes -

that he has to have the courage
to do anything at all, and...

...something.
I don't fucking know.

I should probably live a bit more.

They're my ancestors.

I'm the first one in my family
not to become a doctor.

I'm a dropout,
who wastes his life writing -

in the hubris
of conquering the world.

I'm also the first in my family.
- First to do what?

What do you want to write about
in the editorial?

Let's write about the smell
after lovemaking. - Sure.

Can You Smell It?
It's POST COITUM ODOR.

Buy an issue of Mistake-
a scandalous moral underperformance!

Your punk rebellion has been
criticized for unintellectualism -

and the lack of understanding social
realities. What do you have to say?

Old farts attend the president's
reception in white tie;

we walk naked wherever we want.

Punk is a counterlifestyle,
an antimovement.

Communism is dead,
and realism is dead.

Punk is alive and
will steamroll over everything old.

We are Mistake.

We don't support
anybody or anything.

We don't believe in anybody or
anything, except ourselves.

And ourselves
we don't take seriously.

But we know that in the beginning
there was the word, -

and the word was...

.“huh?

That's our truth
and leading principle.

We're not smart; we'll never be
aces, so let's be zoned out.

Sim Sala John, what are
you doing in that hat?

I'm waiting for Yoko.

John... Why did you want to publish
a photo of your balls -

on the cover of the White Album?

Because daring is
the most important thing.

You have to dare to do
anything, anytime, -

without caring about
what others think.

John, what is the most
important thing in the world?

Fucking, peace, marijuana.

And of course Yoko.

Fuck every government!
Fuck every religion!

Imagine there's no heaven,
only sky upon us!

There were two sons of God, and Sim
Sala John was the more popular one.

And now they've killed him...

...billow towards a rebellion.

We must fly outside morals,
laws and gods.

We, with our hearts,
towards the sky, -

freedom, the world!

Flying
because I

Inka!
- Hi.

Inka, I've been lusting after
your skin the whole day.

Take your shirt off.
- I'm taking it off.

I kiss your chest.

I put my hand on your stomach.
I move it downwards.

I kiss you and stroke your breasts.

I squeeze your breasts, -

take your nipples into my mouth
and suck on them.

Unzip your pants.

I wrap my hand around your cock.

What are you doing, Redhead?

Write something you want
to do with me in the summer.

We'll take one every day
and do what's written on it.

Okay.

When can I read The Coward?
- As soon as I finish the first draft.

We have to leave soon.

Wanna get tattoos?
- Where?

On the shoulder, of course.
- Of what?

How about a bunny and a sheep?

I read your interview in
Suomen Kuvalehti magazine.

That journalist was an asshole.
He made me sound like an idiot.

That's the last thing
anyone would think of you.

You were probably much
more intelligent than him.

But he did manage to articulate
your quick-wittedness -

and relaxed subjectivity.

You must've heard they're making
Juhana's first novel into a film?

Stop making a fuss.

My son has always been
a very independent person.

A free spirit.
Bullheaded in a good way.

Inka Pajunen.

Where in Helsinki are you from?
- Kallio.

Oh. Nice.

What do your parents do? - My father
died a couple of years ago.

My mother is a seamstress.

But you're aspiring
to an academic career.

I'll graduate next year
with a degree in literature.

It's great
that old social classes -

and differences based on gender
are rooted out.

I totally agree.

I'm sure the flounder is done by now.
Riku, please take it out of the oven.

Flounder again.
- Isn't it your favorite?

Thank you.

When my dad was still alive, -

my morn used to look at rental
apartment listings behind his back.

We went to see one apartment.
By taxi.

I still remember the address.
It was Vuorikristallintie.

It was in a new suburb.
The apartment was spacious -

and had windows
on both sides of the building.

Morn smoked a cigarette
on the balcony -

and promised we'd move there,
just the two of us.

I waited the whole spring
for that move.

Even though I knew she wouldn't
have the guts to move.

I want to meet your morn.

My morn doesn't want to meet you.

She doesn't want to meet anyone.

Later, after Dad had died, -

I asked Morn why we never
moved into that apartment.

She said that looking
at that apartment was a lesson.

She wanted to teach me
disappointment.

You're different, Redhead.

You're my only one.

We don't need anybody else.

"I want to live in a moment, -

but I can't
because I'm afraid of the future."

"I'm too weak. I don't have
the courage to do what I want."

"I'm afraid of the consequences."

"Besides, how would I know
what I want?"

"I want to be an individual.
I want to be a personality."

"I'd like not to care about
conventional norms -

and other people's opinions,
but I still seek their approval."

"I want to be admired
for not wanting to be admired."

"That makes me a liar."

"I claim I'm altruistic, yet I'm
anything but. I am a great paradox."

"And with time, it will pop. Drill
a hole in its own skull and burst."

"The mysterious contents
will drain, and everyone will see -

that it's just a simple lie."

Look.
This is the skin pyramid test.

If you squeeze the skin
on your knuckles a moment-

and the skin doesn't flatten,
then degeneration has started.

You're clearly far along
in the degeneration process.

But I love you anyway.

What about when I'm old? - I'll still
love you when you're sixty-four.

Don't go yet.

I have to. I have an exam.
- I can't write without you.

I need you.
- And I need a bachelor's degree.

Some people have to
work for their titles.

Not everyone was born
a bourgeois prince like you.

Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to
call you a bourgeois prince.

I meant an upper class kid.

Very funny, working class heroine.

My exam ends at four.

See you next week. Bye.

Hi.
- Hi.

I have a surprise for you.

Come here.
- What?

The top floor
of that gray building.

I LOVE YOU

The green building with the tower.

I LOVE YOU AGAIN

Which one?
- What do you mean?

Which one do you want
to move into with me?

One has a balcony.
The other one has a sauna.

Bunny, this is our story.

We'll get married and have children.
We'll live by the sea in a house -

that has one balcony for the morning
and one for the evening.

We'll write together and
live damn happily ever after.

I want our story, but I can't take
an apartment from your parents.

We have to make our own lives.

Do you always have to leave me?

Maybe I don't have to.

Your drawers are full of junk.
Where can I put my work papers?

Junk? They're treasures.

We'll buy you a desk tomorrow.
- Treasures?

My good luck charm.
I thought I'd lost this.

All hope would have been lost then.

THE COWARD
A novel by Juhana Mannermaa

My chest was full of hotcalm
energee that pulled me -

pushed me towards a strangy
destinationthunder still roaring...

No one would hear my cry
in the dakerness or above it

Let's go to Bar Socis. - Wait,
I'm in the middle of a thought.

I'm ready.
- Let's keep writing.

I just finished a chapter.
Let's go celebrate.

Just keep at it, and it'll flow.
Or do you want to write together?

Why?
- Because we write well together.

Why are you saying I write shit?
- I'm not.

But I want to keep working.
And you love writing with me.

I'm going out.

Did you hurt yourself?

I like to drink hot water with milk.

It's better for your gastric mucosa
than tea.

My brother and husband
are passionate hunters.

My sons were afraid of those
when they were little.

My husband tried to
take the boys rabbit hunting, -

but Juhana came home crying.
He had immediately vomited.

I'm sure those memories
have made it into his stories.

Your hair is like the fur of an
animal. Juhana must like it.

Juhana is under a lot of pressure
with his new novel.

Juhana is sensitive,
a person of extremes.

Very lovable, but very restless.

He feels everything a lot deeper
than most people.

What did your father die of?

Alcoholism.

You understand more about life
than Juhana, -

who had a sheltered childhood.

It's my fault, of course. Juhana
never had to make compromises.

He only has two reactions
to the world: to rebel or conform.

We'll all benefit if he manages
to write that book.

You should help him
believe in himself.

He needs a strong spouse.
Not just anybody can handle him.

I'm not just anybody.
- I've noticed that.

I'm happy you came to talk with me.

How about a glass
of cloudberry liqueur?

Why don't you just throw them away?

I couldn't offend them that badly.
Or Morn.

She's always telling me
to turn them right side up -

but she hasn't said anything about
which way they should face.

Who needs moms anyway?
We have each other.

Well?

I WANT TO THROW A PARTY

Of course we can offer
aerobics classes.

Can I make my point?
- What is it?

Of course we can offer
aerobics classes.

We don't do aerobics
or tanning beds or...

I want to write a story
for a porn magazine

I want to write
a world-class short story

Don't move.
- I want to move.

I don't want you to move.
- I'm moving.

You're not allowed to move.

Bunny, you almost squeezed me
to death. - You ride like a madman.

Our children will be intelligent
daredevils, Nobel-winning Ferraris.

Next summer I'll buy a motorboat.

Okay, let's go over
what articles you're working on.

Hille.

I think we should write about
narcissism and neoromanticism.

Not those clowns, dammit.
- We should write about green issues.

This isn't the magazine for that.
We write about the new wave.

I have a great headline:
"Go to Hell, Old Farts." - Great...

Should we talk about what
we really want to say? - No!

Not this debate
about ideology again.

We've agreed on our goal
a number of times.

My headline is
"Whose Cock ls Hard?"

The article tells about the
Marquis de Sade and punk.

Seriously though, I'm writing
about the war on apathy. - Again!

And I'll write about
the length of my ass hair.

We're stuck on provocation.
We should do something surprising.

We have to take the fall issue
to the next level. Right?

Gotska Sandön, 15 degrees.
North wind 1 meter per second.

Sunny.
Visibility over 20 kilometers.

Rauma Kuuskajaskari, 11 degrees.
North wind 5 meters per second.

Partly cloudy.
Visibility 10-20 kilometers...

What time is it?

Coffee is ready in the pot.

Morn, I've written a novel.

But you're still going to graduate,
aren't you?

You've been working on this
all summer?

Am I in it?

This is a masterpiece, Redhead.

This is the boldest novel
a Finnish woman has ever written -

about internal freedom.

Everyone's saying it's the hottest
debut novel of the fall. - Amazing.

I feel she's gained momentum.

Intellectual, erotic,
merciless, poetic.

The story of a talented girl
who finds her own voice -

and becomes a woman. This book
is breaking taboos in Finland.

The gaps between generations
are still so deep.

Congratulations.
- Thanks. - Hi.

Hi.
- Congratulations.

Thanks.
- Debut Novelist.

This is Anna.
- Hi.

I just heard a critic call you
"the great promise of the fall."

Congratulations!
- Wonderful.

I identified with your main character
and the pain of not knowing -

what you want to do with your life.
You described it so well.

Yeah.

Well, it was nice meeting you.
Good luck with your second novel.

When's it coming out?
- I'm almost done with it.

He's out of his mind...

Darling.

Why can't they leave me alone?
- Who?

My ancestors.
- Everything's okay, darling.

You just had a nightmare.

Then who turned
the ancestors' portraits around?

It's an old house in the country.
My morn knows the owners.

I'll have the upstairs to myself.
- How long will you stay there?

Until I finish the novel.
I'll be able to write there.

Too many distractions here.

I thought I needed someone big
and hairy who'd make me feel safe.

Someone easy-going
with gentle eyes.

But I ended up finding
a young, wild, immature misfit -

who's creative and
monumentally narcissistic.

I lay my heavy head in your lap.
I won't hide anything scary from you.

"You knew that I needed to get rid
of the little naughty girl, -

defiance, and the guilt
that always followed."

"I had to free myself from Morn,
the holy mother, -

and from Dad, the no-good dad."

"For the first time I feel -

that I don't become narrower
with each word; I expand."

"I don't become flatter with
each sentence; I widen."

"With you I realize
that my loneliness -

is effervescent and creative.
I don't have to be afraid of it."

"instead, I must draw from it."

Thank you.

Inka Pajunen. Hello?

This is Sheep.
Can you hear me, Bunny?- Juhana.

This is Sheep.
Can you hear me, Bunny?- I can.

How's it going there?
- Inka, I'm scared.

What did you say?

I haven't eaten in three days.
Come get me. I'm scared.

You sound delirious. -There are half-
naked children here and hand guns.

The most horrible thing happened
today when I went to buy cigarettes.

Someone had dropped
a cassette on the ground, -

and the tape was unwound.

I managed to wind the tape
back into the cassette.

When I listened to it...

It was horrible. It was...

It was my grandpa.
My grandpa reading the Bible.

You win. You fucking win.

Punish me good.

All this shit is just
a grand illusion, futile hubris.

Come to bed, darling.

Inka, I'm a liar.

If you drill a hole in my skull,
the mysterious contents will drain -

and everyone will see
that it's just a simple lie.

You should leave me, Inka.

You're everything I have.

Wanna go for a walk?

Or to the movies?

You want me to read what you wrote
in the countryside?

Or do you want to write together?
- Don't fucking pity me.

Please forgive me.

Don't worry about me.
You can start writing.

NEW PRINTING OF INKA PAJUNEN'S
NOVEL AND I FLY AVAILABLE NOW!

I'm teaching a class
after the lecture.

You can write here the whole day.
- Thanks so much.

Oh, well-deserved praise for your
book in the paper. - Thank you.

Redhead, mon amour,
follow the notes!

In French you're called
La Rousse. Sounds like "Russian"!

Inka.

What are these?
- Love poems, of course.

I wrote one every time
I thought of you today.

Come. Come on up.

This is how much
I thought of you today.

Where are you going?
- I'm right here.

Bunny.

Redhead. My freckles star chart.

Come.

Don't go. - I have a meeting
with the publisher.

Cancel it.

Let's do something together.
I'd like to be with you.

Okay.

75, please.

You're Inka Pajunen, right?

Your novel is magnificent.
- Thank you.

I sold three short stories
to the porn magazine.

They pay really well, so I thought
I'd make a career out of them.

C'mon.

Stop.

THE ODYSSEYS
OF A YOUNG WOMAN

Can't you find it?

"In Albania."

Six letters.

I have to make a call.

Is the coffee ready yet?

What are you worried about?

You scared me.
- Listen. I wrote something.

"Thunder was still roaring.
Lightning cut across the sky."

"The carriage of sun
rumbled through the rain."

"I felt weightless,
that the bicycle was weightless -

and that we flew calmly, swaying."

"We danced slowly across the
universe. The scenery expanded -

beyond ordinary dimensions."
- Juhana.

"From our everyday life into space.
From birth and life to death, -

as whole and harmonious, -

we undoubtedly flew just above
the ground, ghostly but real."

Her breathing labored..."

You're disappearing from me.

I see you and I hear you,
but I no longer recognize you.

Before I met you
I never had trouble writing.

You killed my creativity.

You've taken my writing from me.

People say
you've found your own voice, -

but the truth is
that you stole my voice.

You would be nothing without me.
You became a writer in my arms.

Now I'm suffocating in those arms.

One day I'll write
such nasty things about you.

I will never write about you.

I remember people
but not events.

I can't remember what we did, but I
remember the feeling you awoke in me.

What's it like?

"Youth is wasted on the young."

You've been here before.

I've been here many times.
- Why?

I wanted you to remember me. Us.

I remember you.

You drove me crazy.

First because of love, then hate.
Finally because of both.

And when I was at my craziest,
you left me.

You drove me away.

I tried to hold onto you,
but you disappeared from me.

I didn't disappear. I was exposed.
We were both exposed.

You as strong. Me as weak.

And you couldn't love a weak man.

Is this how you take revenge on me?

That's how you want
to remember us?

No. I don't want
to remember you at all.

Juhana must be tired
after electroshock therapy.

You don't remember me.
I know that.

I came here earlier today.

Come in.

I won't be coming back.
I don't want to disturb you.

I just wanted to see you
one more time.

Fifteen years ago we were lovers.

Our relationship was the kind
you can only have once.

That's why you'll
always be dear to me.

I was asked
to write about depression.

I made a note.

"I read a quote that said:

'Life isn't the days gone by;
it's the days that you remember."'

"But what if I don't remember? Will
things disappear into nothingness?"

"Will people disappear? My life?"

"Will I no longer exist?
Did I ever exist?"

Remember me, Redhead.

I will.

For once I'm writing
about a topic I know well.

I think...

...that writing about a certain time
means that time is over.

Writing about it is,
in a way, erasing it.

Or substituting it.

That's why I feel -

that writing is essentially -

dangerous.

TO DADDY!

LOVE AND FURY

DIRECTED BY
ALLI HAAPASALO

PRODUCED BY
RIMBO SALOMAA

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS
JUKKA HELLE MARKUS SELIN

SCREENPLAY BY ALLI HAAPASALO

BASED ON ANJA KAURANEN-
SNELLMAN'S NOVEL SYYSPRINSSI

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
RAUNO RONKAINEN F.S.C.

PRODUCTION DESIGN
KAISA MAKINEN

COSTUME DESIGN
KAROLIINA KOISO-KANTTILA

MAKEUP AND HAIR DESIGN
MARJUT SAMULIN

EDITING
TUULI KUITTINEN

SOUND DESIGN
ANNE TOLKKINEN

MUSIC
GLENN PATSCHA

Translated by Aretta Véhélé
Proofread by Rich Lyons