Cinema Sex Politics: Bertolucci Makes 'The Dreamers' Page #2

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Who is this?

- Don't be suspicious. It's me.

- Theo?

- Don't tell me I woke you up.

- No, I--

- I've been up for ages.

- You don't sound as if

you've been up for ages.

I always sound like this

in the morning.

Sorry. I had to call you early

because I go to class at 9:00.

- Right.

- Listen, you want to have

dinner tomorrow night?

Um, you mean like a real dinner

in a nice restaurant?

No, not in a restaurant.

Here at home.

Yeah, I'd--

Sure, that'd be great.

Yes? Okay, why don't you--

Theo, please get off the phone.

It's 9:
00.

Yes, yes. Why don't you meet us for

a drink first at Le Raspail, 6:00?

You know where it is?

- Boulevard Saint-Germain?

- Be there are 6:00.

Hey!

Third floor!

Third floor?

You know, there's room

in here for all of us.

- Theo and I are contagious!

- What?

- We're very contagious!

- Contagious?

You mustn't catch us.

- It's beautiful.

- You think so?

Good luck.

Evening, Maman.

What are you doing here?

- We're here for dinner.

- What?

With Matthew.

- Didn't Isabelle say?

- Which Matthew?

This Matthew.

He's our new friend.

Matthew, this is my mother.

- Hi.

- Very pleased to meet you, Matthew.

- Likewise.

- Oh, you're American, are you?

- Yeah. I'm from California.

- Oh.

Matthew lives in that nasty student

Hotel Malebranche...

- so we invited him to dinner.

- Oh.

What's wrong?

What can I say, Isabelle?

I'm cooking for two...

and now there are five of us.

Didn't Theo tell you?

No, he didn't.

And neither did you.

Have you got mashed potatoes

for brains or what?

You were supposed to tell her!

You're crazy!

B*tch, cow, slut--

Oh, for God's sake!

Put a sock in it, you two!

I must apologize for

my children's behavior, Matthew.

No. I'm the one

who should be apologizing.

Please don't put yourself out

on account of me.

That's very sweet of you,

seeing as you're completely blameless.

Let me look at you.

Okay. I want you to make

a good impression on Papa.

Papa, it's me.

We're eating in.

And the cinematheque?

Closed until further notice.

Papa, can't you see we have a guest?

- This is Matthew.

- Oh.

- Sir.

- Matthew.

Matthew's dining

with us tonight.

My young Matthew,

inspiration is like a baby.

It does not choose a nice,

seemly hour to enter the world.

It has no consideration

for the poor poets. I know.

But when it does come...

when it deigns to come,

then you know it's--

Young man, I was speaking to you.

I imagine you were listening.

I was.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

What?

Nothing.

I was just, um--

You seemed to be mesmerized

by this tin lighter.

I'd like to know why.

- Well?

- George, please.

- Matthew's our guest.

- No, no. I'm genuinely curious.

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