Cinema Sex Politics: Bertolucci Makes 'The Dreamers' Page #4

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Good night, Papa. Have a safe journey.

Good night, dear.

Theo.

A very good night to you, Matthew.

It was a pleasure meeting you, sir.

A pleasure.

- Very nice meeting you, Matthew.

- You too.

- Thank you so much for dinner.

- It's my pleasure.

Why don't you invite Matthew

to spend the night?

I'm not sure I like the sound

of Hotel Malebranche.

Good night.

Why haven't you dazzled us with these

philosophical speculations of yours?

- I didn't know I was being philosophical.

- Papa was awfully impressed.

- Papa's full of sh*t.

- I think you're lucky.

I-- I wish my parents

were that nice.

Other people's parents

are always nicer than our own.

And yet for some reason,

our own grandparents...

are always nicer

than other people's.

You know, that's true.

That's-- That's absolutely true.

I never thought about it before,

but it's-- it's true.

Matthew, you sweet--

This...

is double the length of--

Well, I'm for bed.

Are you staying?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Good night, Matthew.

Everybody's got a father.

Yes.

But the fact that

God doesn't exist...

doesn't mean

he can take his place.

Okay?

That's fine.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- See you in the morning.

- See you.

Thank--

Thank you.

No!

Good morning.

What was that all about?

I was removing the sleep

from your eyes.

Theo lets me do his

every morning.

That's the strangest thing

to want to do.

Didn't you enjoy it?

- Was I supposed to?

- Naturally.

Up, up, up, up, up!

What are you waiting for?

Isabelle,

I'm not dressed.

- What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

I've been memorizing this room.

In the future, in my memory...

I shall live a great deal in this room.

Queen Christina...

where Greta Garbo

bids farewell to the room...

where she spent the night

with John Gilbert.

Bravo!

Alors.

We have a private wing to ourselves.

The bathroom's

at the end of the corridor.

If you aren't there in one minute,

we're coming back to get you!

Come in.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you going to church?

Oh, sorry. You want to use

my toothbrush?

- Uh, no.

- Sure?

I'll use my finger.

- Sleep well?

- Yeah.

- I mean, fine.

- Good.

- You know, Matthew?

- Hmm.

You really do have the most

beautiful pair of lips.

Can I touch them?

- You-- You wanna touch my lips?

- Uh-huh.

Okay.

So red... and ripe

and luscious.

So sullen, brutal.

Let's see what you

look like with lipstick.

- I really should be going.

- You'd make such a pretty girl.

Ignore her, Matthew.

She sucks in all the air around her.

No, I-- I really have to, um,

be getting back to my hotel.

No. Why? You have been

invited to stay.

- Really?

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