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Teorema - 1968 - Pier Paolo Pasolini

Il film si sviluppa intorno alle vicissitudini di una famiglia di un industriale milanese scossa dall'arrivo di un enigmatico ospite, un giovane venticinquenne silenzioso e affascinante.

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Il visitatore ottiene le grazie della moglie, ha rapporti erotici con la figlia, il figlio, la domestica e con lo stesso capofamiglia.
Il contatto sessuale ed intellettuale con il giovane fa prendere coscienza agli abitanti della casa della vanità della propria esistenza e della propria vera natura.
Quando il misterioso viaggiatore ripartirà tutto sarà cambiato: la madre si concede al primo arrivato, la figlia diventa catatonica, il figlio abbandona la famiglia e si mette a dipingere, il capofamiglia lascia la fabbrica agli operai, si denuda nella stazione di Milano e si perde nel deserto, mentre la serva, una semplice contadina, levita nell'aria come una santa.
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Your boss
gave you this factory.

What do you think of its gesture?

The true hero in all that,
it is your boss.

Does not deprive to you it of the hope
of a future revolution?

This is an insulated act

or it corresponds
with a tendency of the modern world?

With a tendency of the modern world.

It seems to be a question of a news
form race for the power.

This is not a first step

towards a transformation of the men
as middle-class man?

The middle-class will never arrive
to make men of the middle-class men.

Then, a middle-class man,
by this gesture,

thus makes an error?

I cannot answer you.

The middle-class changes
in a revolutionary way.

If the middle-class made
of humanity a middle-class,

it would not have to triumph any more
of a fight of class

neither with the army, nor the nation,
nor the denominational Church.

And without natural allies,
it would lose the fight.

You here in front
new data all.

You must answer me...

TH?REME

Subtitles: Pierre KALFON

Video subtitling: C.M.C.

" And God led his people
with the desert,, "

Arrive tomorrow,

Put to us music.

Then, you smell yourself better?

It is nothing.

It is not very comfortable.

What a invasion!

It is here that I slept, small.

Excuse me...

I am here

Excuse me...

Here are your friends.

You are a true sportsman.

What time is it thus?

I do not know

Which importance?

It is six hours!

It is about a sick man,
like me

" In such a state, lvan Illitch
found a consolation.

" Gu?assime
was in charge of cleaning.

" It was a young peasant
clean, healthy... "

Thank you.

What do you read?

" It was all its life

" the turn of kindness would be longer
to reproduce that a star.

" the Adorable one
who had gone at home

" did not return
and will never return."

You are not like Gu?assime.

With you,
the controversy is difficult.

Two reasons
oblige me to speak to you.

The first,
it is my moral direction.

And then,
something of confused...

that I do not foresee clearly
that by speaking you.

You allured me, my God!
And I let myself make.

You forced me and you gained.

I am ris? of all,

one makes fun of me

Calumny howled,
around me:

" Denounce it!"
and you showed me.

My friends gueulaient my fall.

" ll will be surely let allure.
Then we will overcome.

" We will take on him
our revenge."

How?

You speak?

I am content.

I must from go away...

tomorrow.

I do not recognize myself any more.

What made me the equal one
others does not exist any more.

I resembled to them,
in spite of my defects.

Mine and those of my world.

You withdrew to me
with the natural order of the things.

I did not realize there
at the time of your stay.

I realize some,
whereas you t'en go

By losing you, I take
conscience of my diversity.

What will it occur of me?

of another myself,

who does not have anything commun run with me

The bottom should be touched
of this diversity

that you revealed me,

and which is my true
distressed nature?

Without wanting it,

I will not draw up
all and all against me?

I never had...

of interest for nothing.

I do not speak
major interests...

but simple, like those
of my husband for his factory,

of my son for his studies,
of my daughter for the family.

Me... Nothing.

I am unaware of how I could
to support such a vacuum.

If there were something...

it was the instinctive love
of a sterile life...

like a garden
o?nobody passes more.

This vacuum was in fact
full with erroneous values

and of a horrible tumble
false ideas.

I realize there
today.

You filled my life
of a total and real interest.

Your departure does not destroy anything
of what was in me,

except a reputation
of pure middle-class woman.

What you, you brought to me:

I' Amour in the vacuum of my life

You destroy it while leaving me.

Our meeting made ego
a normal girl.

I finally found
a solution with my life

Front,
I did not know anything the men.

I was afraid of it,
I loved only my father.

Now, you me leashes...
you precipitate me still further.

Is this that which you wanted?
The pain to lose you

my relapse will cause,

more horrible
that the evil which overpowered me

before the short cure
had with your presence.

I had never detected this evil.
Now, if!

By although you made me,
I measured my evil

How to replace you?

Perhaps somebody...

I could not live any more.

You came here to destroy.

In me,
this destruction is total.

You destroyed the idea
that I was done myself.

I do not find anything now...

who can reinstate me
in my identity.

What do you propose to me?

Such a scandal is similar
with a civil death:

my total destruction.

How can arrive from there there
a man trained for the order,

for the future,
and especially for the possession?

Leave, I will carry it.

Not, I carry it.

want it you carry together?

You give me one meter?

It is been useful, Miss.

I can nothing make.

I am sorry.

Miss, please!

Loosen the fist, Miss Odetta.

Open your fist.

What a horror!

How I am idiot!

You are hungry?

Not, I do not eat

Eat something!

I do not want

You do not want to eat?

Say at least what
you want to eat... speaks!

It is necessary to invent
new techniques,

impossible to recognize,

who do not resemble
with any existing operation,

to avoid
the puerility of ridiculous,

to build a clean world,

without possible confrontation...

for which there does not exist
measurements of judgement...

who must be new
like the techniques.

No one should not include/understand
that an author is not worth anything,

that it is abnormal, lower,

that like a worm, it twists
and stretches itself to survive.

No one should not take it
in sin of ingenuity.

All must appear perfect,

based on unknown rules...

thus, not questioned...

as at insane, yes, insane

Glass on glass,
because I can nothing correct...

and no one should not realize some.

A sign on glass...

correct without dirtying it...

a sign paints before
on another glass.

It is not necessary that one believes...

with the act of an incompetent,

of impotent.

This choice must appear sure,

solid, high
and almost dominating.

No one should suspect only one sign
is succeeded " by chance ".

" By chance ", it is horrible.

When a sign is successful,
by miracle,

it is necessary immediately
to keep, preserve it...

Nobody must realize some.

The author is a shivering idiot,

as petty as poor.

It lives in the chance
and in the risk,

dishonoured like a child.

Its life is reduced
with the melancholy and ridiculous...

a being which survives
in the impression...

to have lost something
for always.

With bottom states,

With bottom all churches,

Live that quipeint,

Blue is its portrait,

But blue suffitpas,

Blue is only one part,

Of which right I would make
such a mutilation?

Which ideology
lejustifier could?

I was not on the good way
with my first portraits?

Look at...

what it became
by eat nettles.

My God! What a scandal!

Afflicted, I do not smoke

Which is the road of Milan?

With left and straight.

What would arrive it if I decided...

to strip me of all and
to give my factory to the workmen?

Let us go!

Afraid, I am not do not come here
to die, but to cry.

My tears are not
tears of pain.

They will form a source,
who will not be

a source of pain.

Go goes... now.