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I AM HAPPINESS ON EARTH

-So?

Let's see...

Is it bad?

You just have a light sprain.

It's not that bad.

We'll run some more tests, to rule out a torn muscle.

I don't think that's it, but just to be sure.

I don't think it is grave.

But we'll do it so that you'll be sure.

You have to come to your physical therapy,

and in about a month you'll be back in rehearsals.

Be patient.

Cut rehearsal!

-Ok, that's alright. -Do we call Madame Contreras?

-Yes, please. -Johnny, do you copy?

Thanks!

I have to go.

Yeah, that's him. They say he likes dancers.

That's why he's doing this documentary.

To see if he finds a protagonist for his next film.

And you're hurt...

Tough break, huh?

But seriously, how are you doing?

Better.

The doctor says I may go back to rehearsals in a month.

Good to know.

Hey, are you coming tonight?

You should invite him.

Let's go.

-I know a rehabilitation center but I don't know if you can pay for it,

because it's a bit expensive.

-I don't know.

-There's a doctor doing miracles there,

if you want I can send you the details later.

-Ok.

What's your name?

Your friend didn't tell you?

He's always saying a lot of things,

but never anything important.

And you?

Me?

I try to.

What's your name?

Me?

You want some?

Where's your date?

Bathroom, I guess.

-Look, this is Sunny. -Hey...

Hey, how are you?

I'll see you around.

Look...

The hustlers are that way.

We should buy one.

-What for? -Just because.

Let's go.

Hi.

My friend and I are looking for a service.

What do you say? Are you in?

-Both of you? -Yeah, both.

We're celebrating. It's his birthday.

Ok, make it $800.

$800?

Anything goes, right?

Everything.

Except freaky stuff, OK? You pay the hotel.

But yeah, anything goes. It's all about having fun.

We have to go to an ATM, we'll be right back,

you'll be here?

-How much do you have? -We'll be right back, don't move.

What was that all about?

Tonight I'm only attracted to you.

I didn't know dancers liked to watch films.

I didn't know filmmakers liked dancers.

You're so silly.

Look.

Here.

It's yours.

Octavio...

What?

Nothing.

I love you.

-You're awake. -Your alarm went off.

What?

I completely forgot.

What are you going to do?

I don't know, I'm free today.

Why don't you wait for me? We can do something later.

How far are we, Julio?

-I'm thinking 20 minutes.

-No, more than that. 15 for the dolly.

-That much? -Yeah, 15 minutes.

-Something like that. -It'll be alright. I'll call you.

Hi, how are you?

Fine, working.

Yeah, totally.

You'll wait for me then?

I don't know. I hope so. I'll make it. Late, but...

We can have dinner later, what do you think?

Hi.

What?

Waiting for someone?

What are you going to watch?

Look.

Hey, you've got a light?

I'm Sunny. Remember me?

We met at Andrés party.

Well, I saw you there. You don't seem to remember.

Sure I do. You sing, right?

Hi.

-Late. -I made it.

How are you? We're watching the same?

Octavio!

At what time are you arriving?

I don't know. Early but I'll let you now.

Ok. We'll see tomorrow.

-He was all over you. -It was you! Seriously.

He gave you a huge tip.

-Hey, that's Octavio. -Yeah, that's him.

-Octavio?

-Octavio!

-He's feeling awful. -I don't know what to do.

Get a little closer.

-You're already here. -Yeah. Ok.

Hey...

Let it go.

He doesn't text you back, or picks up the phone,

what more do you need?

It's over.

I'll go see.

Leave it. I like that one.

This one's better.

Are you coming out of there?

I'm leaving.

Are you alright?

Open up!

You have to pay me, I'm leaving.

What's going on?

Welcome to Cinema Crítica.

We're here today with filmmaker Emiliano Arenales Osorio,

we'll be talking to him for a few minutes.

How are you, Emiliano?

Thank you so much for agreeing to being intruded on your set,

where you're shooting your new film.

I'd like to start by asking you what's your opinion on marriage,

specially about gay marriage.

Well, marriage for me...

Hey, it's me. I'm done.

What if we meet? I hope you're free.

I'll call you later.

First of all, I think it is an obsolete kind of relationship.

I make movies so that married people in crisis

will question themselves about it.

I think it's healthier for people to end their marriages,

I hope that seeing this films will make them end their marriage.

Things start to go downhill with marriage,

and it's not necessary to make a relationship work.

-Have you ever considered doing a movie about...?

Let's examine you...

-The next one is called Octavio. -Alright.

Should I let him in?

Octavio? Come in, please.

When you're ready.

"This is a recording", I hear myself saying it.

Please leave a message--

--there's no one here.

A voice in me states: I'm not here.

I listen, but I'm not here.

I'm a hole listening to itself saying nothing.

A mumble.

A hole.

A body.

Me--

--naked like a saint pierced by arrows.

Forgotten on this empty shelf.

An empty saint on a shelf--

--on display, or in a supermarket freezer.

Frozen meat going bad.

Me.

Break the void to find you.

Break the gap,

to open up a hole where I may fit in.

To breathe.

To break the silence.

To yell.

Be a howl.

Until I may be somebody else.

There's no one here.

I can see my self having a big walk.

I go forward,

I follow the thread of a voice

that leads me to where the echo of my voice

does not have this loop where I lose myself without moving.

They can destroy us, they can destroy us.

And if I don't exist tomorrow,

I want to be able to say:

at least I made it.

And if I don't exist tomorrow,

I want to be able to say: at least I made it.

And if I don't exist tomorrow,

I want to be able to say: at least I made it.

And if I don't exist tomorrow,

I want to be able to say: at least I made it.

Solar spores float through the room.

Sometimes I feel as if I was drowning--

--I'm out of air.

Not even a small shriek from my voice.

Solar spores float through the room.

Sometimes I feel that I have no face.

There's no one here, I'm looking at her.

As if she was an exotic landscape--

full of riddles underneath her clothes.

Answers, written backwards.

Her body is synonym of softness.

A door--

--an exit, maybe.

Your eyes, searching for nothing.

But here I am--

--the shadows of my touch towards you.

-I hear words. -Caresses.

I hear words, like caresses form skin to skin.

-Like flesh. -Empty flesh.

I listen to my voice, like a string--

--like a circle saying: fill me up.

-Let me fill you up, to make someone new.

-Words. -Pleasure.

-Touch me.

-With you, it's a different touch.

A different color--

--another sound, through the skin.

Naked--

-- like a saint pierced by arrows. -Concave. -On mi knees.

-Convex. -Touch me.

-Fill me up. -Fill me up.

Touch me.

-Fill my name with your body. -Guide me--

--take me where we cloud... -To your lips.

Your lips of hunger.

-Hunger. -For spreading out.

-Someone else.

-To be somebody else. -Not being here.

There's no one here.

We're not here, listen.

-The lips of hunger. -My voice, saying hunger.

On my knees.

-Spread out. -Spread the legs, do it.

The lips.

-Speak up. -Hunger.

Spread out your body.

Take me away from my body.

-Speak up. -Take you to the touch.

...of words.

-I hear a word from my voice... -Pleasure.

Your voice.

This is my body--

--look at it.

Ask me how much or what should you do to get it.

Trick me somehow, plot something and get me.

If you get to me, I can show you some new places--

--some new touches. New words--

--the place behind the word "care".

C'mon,

let's go.

Caress yourself through me--

--through my touch mixed with yours.

Come inside me.

I'm the one having you now.

C'mon.

Let go.

I'll take you.

I listen to the flesh.

Your insides open up till they darken the touch.

I hear the flesh sticking and rubbing.

I sin with roughness, with my hand on your chest.

My chest, thinking about your messy hair.

My story is this apartment, this room.

I don't know, I can't remember who was here.

There's no one here.

New shapes of corpses, actually.

Fresh meat, expensive clothes.

Empty bottles and broken glass.

Music.

At least the echo of it.

I hear my voice drawing the word "hole".

I imagine--

I imagine myself, lost amidst colorful trash.

Buried under tools of yesterday.

Drowned amidst colorful plastic cups.

And then I'd yell--

--it would break my head to save me.

A hole,

a body,

me

naked like a saint pierced by arrows.

Forgotten on this empty shelf.

A howl that no one hears.

Cold skin, open mouth.

You, the peak of a party I can't remember.

To be somebody else--

--to be you.

To have your name on my body.

To be your body.

An empty but shiny, body.

New.

Fake.

There's no one here, my voice is here.

To be somebody else, to be you.

I'll have your name, and we'll be like death.

A hollow voice saying: pleasure.

Howl to flesh.

Your eyelids spread out--

--the circles of your iris spin.

And your deep mouth gets closer to mine.

You're inside just by looking at me.

Come.

My tears dried out,

out of my criminal mind.

And even if you shut up,

I'll shout it right back at you.

We can't be like that,

vengeance and pride can destroy us.

Destroy us.

Maybe we will never understand why are we here.

People die, that's how it happens.

They can destroy us. They can destroy us.

TWO BETWEEN MANY

Emiliano.

How long will you take?

OK.

-Jazén? -Hi.

Come in.

-You live here? -Yes.

You saw that movie?

You saw it?

Yeah, I saw it.

It's just OK, huh?

What do you think?

I really liked it,

I saw it with some friends and they hated it.

They don't understand art house films,

there is no dialogue and the movie is really long,

but yeah, I liked it.

Oh, that's nice.

-And what do you do? -Taking off your shirt.

Oh, silly.

What do you do for living? Why do you have all of this?

That's what I do.

-You're an actor? -No, not at all.

Are you a producer or something?

Let's just say I...

Direct. That film is mine.

You're Emiliano?

I thought you were older.

Older? Why?

Well, I don't know. You're famous.

Famous?

Everybody saw your film.

Are you really him?

Yeah, I told you when I called you, remember?

Well, nobody tells their real name here.

Is that so?

What's your real name then?

That will cost you more.

Do you have to go?

No, a friend called me.

I didn't tell him I was alright. He was worried.

Now what?

Oh, sorry.

I can stay if you want me to.

I'm free today.

That sounds lovely, but I don't have that kind of money.

Don't worry.

We both suffered,

and we managed to conquer

the forces of adversity.

And together we finally have

the joy that real love receives.

Two, we are two,

only two, and we'll feel...

We'll feel real love

in our hearts.

-We fight all the time.

-Well, yeah. Maybe you're right.

But I think I'm happy.

-Are you really happy? You look really sad.

-You look really sad too.

-You know...

-Yeah, but being sad together

is the same as being happy, isn't it?

-Fucking Adrián, marry me, huh?

Take a look at this, Jazén.

Which one is better?

This one.

Yeah, maybe.

Here.

Look what I found the other day. Maybe you can use it.

"A bald man goes for a walk, and finds a beautiful young man,

who takes him by the arm."

"They walk for an hour,

and the bald man feels the urge, the sudden need,

of being very kind to this young man."

"He has noticed this before, but this time, it's for real.

It's wonderful."

"You're my sunshine, my treasure."

"Come. Let's go to a hotel.

You can give me five or ten marks, says the young man."

You can make a movie out of this.

Out of what?

What ad?

Yeah, it's me but not anymore.

Just because.

OK, take care.

Jazén?

Hi, I thought you left.

What's your opinion on marriage? Specially gay marriage.

First of all, I think it is an obsolete kind of relationship.

I make movies so that married people in crisis

will question themselves about it.

Things start to go downhill with marriage,

and it's not necessary to make a relationship work.

Would you consider doing a movie about this idea

you have on marriage's life span?

So?

Maybe, just to show my point of view.

Show them how it falls apart and...

-Now what? -Nothing.

Don't you have some place to go?

Jazén!

Where are you going?

I'm going to class, I have to be there at 10.

Jazén...

Forgive me.

Class won't start until Contreras goes away, they said.

Everywhere in Mexico.

Why did they hate me? I'll never know.

You know what? I didn't like it. I didn't like it,

it wasn't how you were doing it, or what I asked for.

There's no truth in there.

When you're pretending to cry, all the play, you're...

it feels fake, not real.

-I'm thinking about what you said, I'm really trying.

-Right now, we're... -Working the emotions you asked for.

Yeah, but we're not getting the emotion inside the body.

I waited for a long time,

trying to be embraced by Mexicans.

But they offered me something in Canada.

All the notes I gave them, it took away their drive,

but they didn't take mine.

It's my fault, I have to be honest with them...

Hi there.

-How are you doing? -Not good.

The whole body is hurt, when you're like this...

You're not going to answer?

You're not pretty, you're not think about people looking at you.

Use your mind, your feelings, your body.

Your body is the one speaking to the audience.

You never told me, why did you call me that day?

What do you mean why did I call you?

Yeah, why me?

You can sleep with anyone you want, because of your job

and the medium in which you move.

Why would you say that?

It's obvious you can do it.

Hello?

Idiot.

And you didn't tell me, why you called after the first time?

Hello?

Yeah, who is this?

When?

I don't remember.

It was a while ago, wasn't it?

Well, yeah. Not anymore.

You know, people change.

Really?

You'd have to be very convincing.

Octavio.

I found out about your show.

I decided to drop by.

I think it's the first time I see you dancing.

Yeah, it's the first time.

But I'm glad you came.

I called you a bunch of times.

You never picked up.

Then I let it go.

I think we gotta go.

Sure, let's go.

Forgive me.

What's there to forgive?

Everything.

I followed you, and I loved you...

You had a bad time with me.

I forgive you...

If you forgive me.

I care about you.

I care about you too.

I want to be with you.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I thought you were done with these things.

I just wanted to sleep.

Well, sleep then! You don't need anything else.

Where are you going this late?

I've got things to do.

I'll see you later.

Who's that?

We had nowhere else to go, I told him we could come here.

Is he paying you?

-Why do you want to know? -Who is he?

Look at him.

Tell him he has to leave.

-Why? -He has to leave.

Hey, you have to leave.

That's alright.

Hi there.

We both suffered,

and we managed to conquer

the forces of adversity.

And together we finally have

the joy that real love receives.

Two, we are two,

only two, and we'll feel...

We'll feel real love

in our hearts.

Two, we are two,

only two, and we'll fight...

to get to the fire of passion.

You, just like me, just like you, and me too.

For this way I came to excess. Look at me.

I am the same that was shouting. Rojo