Open up a little girl!
Your little girl is in the bathtub, do you hear?
REQUIEM FOR SOMETHING VERY LITTLE
You stinking ugly old man...
It is the biggest sin in the whole world...
to disturb his wife in the bath.
Take some time to think about for whom you wash yourself.
Have you bathed again, my luxury broad?
Have you eaten yet, my knight?
Today's kids would you call you an environmental hog.
Let's talk about something more beautiful.
It's sufficient if you take a shower once a day.
Doesn't it fit in your pretty little head?
Clap, clap, clap!
Your little girl wants to get beaten up!
Oh my God.
Hello my boy, may I help you?
DAY 1
Look, darling. This is Alexander Rocholt, an artist.
This is Esther, my little wife.
Give the young man your hand, Esther.
Look how pretty she moves.
My husband is very impressionable.
What do you think how old she is?
Maybe 30?
Come on Esther, tell him how old you are.
That's embarrassing.
She is 43.
That's amazing.
What brings you here?
The young man is part of an art project.
A protest performance for more art at construction sites.
A very very nice movement.
I'm going to shave for seven days and I need electricity.
No problem, We have a 50 m cable.
This should easily be long enough into the garden.
That's not serious?
We artists want to show that we are needed.
In the present state of our society you've to accept any inconvenience...
in order to avoid that the dialogue with
art and culture disappears completely.
Inconvenience?
I shall live with a strange man in my garden for seven days ?
Of course it doesn't disturb you since you're only at home in the evenings.
Sorry I think it's not normal.
Even if you don't understand, the young man will stay.
DAY 2
I find your private inconvenience for a political ideal quite horrible.
These days it's not about your evaluation of single works.
Can't you even learn to distinguish an art discussion from one about quality.
I still find it horrible.
What did the doctor say?
Oh yes. I've had removed that thing back at my knee.
Varicose veins.
It's usual with such things when you get older.
You are still my little racing horse.
DAY 3
Esther.
What's in the bag? - Psychotropic drugs.
Do we have to start again from scratch? Are you completely nuts?
You know what I was thinking?
The most atrocious thing in the world...
is a male genital.
And the most beautiful one, is a foal.
You pull yourself together now.
Otherwise it gets really tough. And you don't need to be surprised then.
DAY 4
Hello my little one.
I have a surprise for you.
You are my hero.
Well, my chick, did you miss me?
Well, without you I wouldn't know what I should do.
My head's just a huge empty pot. - No Pills!
So I always know where my horse gallops around.
Your little horse comes into menopause.
How could this be, you're only just turned 12.
It is as if this stupid duck would...
with her little provocative beak, and almost unbearable high cackling,
constantly tell me about what I dreamed and what has become of my life.
I think you are exaggerating. You are still a very beautiful woman.
I believe the little duck wants to be beaten up.
Maybe you want to break the duck in pieces?
Stupid duck.
DAY 5
Hi.
May I?
Gladly.
Thank you.
You don't behave like an artist.
Really?
You behave more like someone who hangs around with older ladies.
You're not older lady.
You want to hang around with me?
Your marriage isn't so very nice, huh?
Does it hurt, that shaving? It's my work.
You don't press hard enough.
Of course I do. - No.
You hold the razor a millimeter from the skin.
You have serious problems, right?
You don't press properly!
I do.
Would you like to destroy something?
And you?
Well?
DAY 6
Open up a little girl!
No.
What happened to the mailbox?
Some kids did it.
Everything's broken here!
And I work like a madman, while you etch of your brain.
Your stupid pills!
You drink, and hang around here all day.
You don't do anything, you don't look good, you don't read anything.
At some point you'll buy a hat, to cover up the rotten hole in your skull.
You'll hang around here until you're so retarded,
that you aren't even able to tie your shoes.
I've been busy enough. - What do you mean?
A small inconvenience for a political ideal.
I have slept with your artwork.
Time to disappear from here, right? Get out of here!
Well? Where are your political ideals now?
Whoosh-di-wup, out the window.
Where're you going, you big kid?
Watch out now, I'll be gone right away.
(Indistinct praying)
Esther?
Well, that's something.
DAY 7
Subtitles: The Huge Animal From The North