Don't you disgrace me.
I know your little tricks.
She's crying because her mother
was trying to protect her and fell in the river and drowned
just in front of this angel's eyes.
Are those actors masochists?
Is sex politics?
When you release your latest film, The 120 Days of Sodom,
do you believe that it will scandalize again?
Why are you no longer a militant today?
You are no longer a militant today?
Do you miss the times
when people used to insult you in the street?
Does it give you a certain pleasure?
What professional qualification do you prefer?
Poet, novelist,
dialogue writer, screenwriter, actor, critic or director?
On my passport
I simply put "writer."
Neo-fascist gunned down outside party HQ. Friend injured.
Survivor accuses her slaughterers
Man shot down by mistake outside his house
Leonardo Sciascia The Mystery of Majorana
Recently I've been attacked by some journalists
ﬂed to ENI.
- ENI? - Yes, ENl.
So many broken promises...
I'm trying to fill this void in my own way.
Please, reassure the Americans
our government is not planning any tax on oil.
Sure.
Believe me,
Vincenzo Cazzaniga now enjoys widespread appeal in the Vatican.
Therefore the Agnellis' capital will be repatriated through the Vatican Bank.
In my opinion, Andreotti is an honest man.
If he says not to worry about the Milan bombings,
then we don't worry about them.
Well, we agree.
Narrative art, as you well know, is dead.
We are in a period of mourning.
Mine is not a tale,
it is a parable.
The meaning of this parable is the relationship of an author
to the form he creates.
Andrea Fago, "the man who eats,"
as usual, took the Alitalia DCQ, destination Cape Town,
on an ordinary spring afternoon.
There should have been
a few hours of a peaceful and wonderful flight.
First, Egypt.
With the Nile,
with its green trees,
with its palm trees and cereal fields,
and its dark ochre villages.
And then Sudan,
with its endless southern desert,
wonderfully pink.
The pink color of this desert, I dare reiterate,
is really impressive.
But even more impressive is its immensity.
It is infinite and always the same
from Khartoum to Lake Rudolf.
What lends a foreboding feeling to that desert
is the fact that it's not a desert
but an enormous empty country
forgotten by God and by man.
And it was in the middle of that desert that the Alitalia DC9 crashed.
Everything I'm going to tell you
appeared not in the theatre of the world
but in the theatre of my mind.
It took place not in the space of reality
but in the space of my imagination.
It's finally resolved not according
to the contradictory rules of the game of existence
but to the contradictory rules of the game of my reason.
The Messiah is born!
The Messiah is here!
What are you talking about?
Epifanio, the Messiah is born!
Everyone was saying, "The Messiah is born.
The Messiah is born."
Who told you that?
Everyone. "The Messiah is born. The Messiah is born."
You'll believe anything, but you don't hear right.
Once I asked you for anchovies and you brought back tuna.
The star. The Messiah is born.
The Messiah is born.
There's the star. This is where the Messiah will be born.
Let's go!
Nice ass!
- Are you foreign? - Yes.
I can tell.
- Hi. How are you? - I'm fine, thanks.
Can I see your passport, please?
Give him your passport.
- Are you new in town? - Yes.
May I ask you something?
Do you like men or women?
Why do you even ask? Women.
What are you doing?
Let me give you some advice.
There's a special part of town just for people like you.
- Thanks. - You'll like it better.
Are you Roman?
I knew it. And him?
No, he's from here and there.
What about you?
- What? - Then why are you here?
I just do it for the money.
This is the most free city in the world.
The city of lesbians and gays.
And tonight is their big celebration.
- Do you want to come? - What's it gonna cost?
You're with me, it's free.
Come on.
What is this place?
The feast of the fertility.
This is an important feast for this city.
Here in Sodom, during the year,
the gays stick with the gays
and the lesbians with the lesbians.
But on this one day,
they come together to procreate the race.
And after today, they go their separate ways, the lesbians with lesbians
and the gays go back to...
- The gays go back... - To the gays.
Wait, don't open the door.
It's better to knock first.
Don't worry, this is the city of tolerance.
Dick, dick, fuck him good!
Pussy, pussy, fuck her good!
Hey, Jack Palance, can I drive that thing?
You don't even have a license.
- Where have you been? - Far away.
Beautiful.
Did you steal it?
No, got it from a friend of mine, he brought it from America.
How are you doing tonight?
I can't complain.
- Are you hungry? - Sure.
Good evening, Maestro.
What can I get you?
Spaghetti and chicken breast for him.
- For you? - I had dinner already.
What would you like to drink?
A beer.
Nothing for me, thanks.
- Do you have a job? - Sometimes I work in a garage.
Really? Do you like it?
It's tough.
All day sanding and sanding.
You like cars?
- Yes. - What about mine?
It's nice.
Maybe I'll let you drive it.
I got a car,
but it needs a starter and I'm broke.
- Do you have a girlfriend? - Yes.
What do you do with her?
Do you like to go out dancing?
- Yes, she likes it. - I like it, too.
But it's too expensive.
You don't need money to dance.
You need money for everything.
Have you ever been in trouble?
What do you mean?
With the cops.
Fuck the cops. They're a bunch of shitheads.
Last time I was arrested, it was for some bullshit.
Good, right?
- Goodbye, see you soon. - Thanks.
Do you want to go to the beach?
Yes, but how long's it gonna take? I got to get back.
Don't worry,
I'll make it worth your while.
What the fuck are you doing?
Nice car, faggot! Is it yours?
What are you doing with your ass sticking out?
What do you think they're doing?
I'll tell you what the fuck they're doing.
Give me the money, asshole!
- Give me that. - Look in the car.
Pick this faggot up.
Asshole.
Pick him up.
You cocksucker.
Faggot. Shit bag.
Cocksucker.
Fucking faggot.
Asshole.
How can it be possible?
I was sure it was here!
I was really sure!
What? Heaven?
Listen, I can't take it any more.
Like all stars,
the one I followed was bullshit.
But without the bullshit,
Earth, I would have not known you.
And now?
Nothing.
The end does not exist.
Let's wait.
Something will happen.
A PEOPLE OF POETS, ARTISTS, HEROES, SAINTS, THINKERS, SCIENTISTS,
NAVIGATORS, MIGRANTS
NOVEMBER 6th Dinner at Laura's