Cercando La grande bellezza

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Travel is useful,

it exercises the imagination.

All the rest

is disappointment and fatigue.

Our journey is entirely imaginary.

That is its strength.

It goes from life to death.

People, animals, cities, things,

all are imagined.

It's a novel,

just a fictitious narrative.

Littr says so, and he's never wrong.

And besides, anyone can do as much.

You just have to close your eyes.

It's on the other side of life.

Louis-Ferdinand Cline

Journey to the End of the Night

Fire!

You're a real pain in the ass!

Enough!

They even have cocktails

with cherries. Remember?

Hey, jerks!

I'll screw you!

I'll screw you!

Have you seen Ermanno?

- I'll screw you! Now!

- Get lost!

What the hell are you doing?

My phone's been stolen!

I'm starring in two TV dramas...

I'm playing a Pope in one,

and a junkie on the road to recovery

in the other.

Impressive!

No theatre work?

I'm supposed to do

Shakespeare with Pietro, but...

it has to be at least

three hours long,

be an ambitious project,

and no more small cities!

I'm trying to write a piece

for theatre, and the concept is...

- What about you?

- I might give up acting.

In this shitty country there are

never any good female roles.

I'll write my first novel,

a Proust-style piece.

Really?

Proust is my favourite writer!

Along with Ammaniti...

What a coincidence.

Who is that woman?

Don't you recognise her?

It's Lorena.

Who?

An ex TV showgirl, now in

full physical and mental decline.

Never seen her! But then

I've never had a television.

Viola, I know you don't have one.

You tell me all the time.

- What does she do now?

- Nothing, of course.

Happy birthday, Jep!

Happy birthday, Rome!

La Colita!

To this question, as kids,

my friends always gave

the same answer...

"p*ssy".

Whereas I answered...

"the smell of old

people's houses".

The question was:

"What do you like most, really,

in life?"

I was destined for sensibility.

I was destined to become a writer.

I was destined to become

Jep Gambardella.

You paid no attention

to me tonight!

Romano, don't start moaning,

we're not an item.

- You liked that guy?

- I like everyone and no one.

But I wonder why you're always

with me when it's no one's turn.

- Will you take me to the airport?

- Sure. What time are you leaving?

- In three hours.

- Three hours?

Then I should crash on your sofa...

Go home, I need to pack

and I don't want anyone around.

- But I live miles away.

- See you at 8:
00.

Goodnight.

Guys?

Guys?

Children!

Run along!

Catellani?

The best, of course.

Did Catellani the tailor

make your suit?

There was no doubt

about Malagna's shady intentions.

The girl should be rescued

at any cost, without loss of time.

Sir, you drank!

Just enough to forget

my birthday.

- You want infusion?

- Heavens, no!

- I got you a present.

- How sweet!

This is a lucky charm

from my country.

Good thing it's lucky,

because it's pretty ugly.

Keep it on your bedside

and stop complaining!

I will! And thanks.

Wake me up at 15:00, you rascal.

You're funny when you call me that!

I don't love you!

Brilliant!

Did you enjoy the performance?

Parts of it.

That violent head-butt

made me understand many things.

- Let's start from the beginning.

- Or the end?

You know, Talia Concept

loves to provoke.

Don't bother, there are more

important things than provoking me.

And this habit of speaking

in the third person is unbearable.

What are you reading?

I don't need to read, I live

on vibrations, extra-sensory ones.

Extra-sensoriality aside,

what do you mean by vibrations?

The poetry of vibrations cannot

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