Fotograf

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KAREL RODEN JAN SAUDEK PHOTOGRAPHER

ACTOR No one wants to know the truth.

- How's that?

- People want fantasia.

- Fantasy?

- Fantasia.

I want to know the truth.

The truth is interesting to me.

Hm... painful. We can't torture people.

Life is not a stroll

through the rose garden.

Fine, but we'll rather inflate it a bit, OK?

The wife is in fact

one's closest relative, right?

And to sleep with one's

closest relative is, in fact, incest.

And it's a criminal offense.

So watch out.

Though I do have the feeling that it does

happen sometimes. Chin up. Don't move.

Got it.

Starring

Screenplay by

Produced by

Line Producer

Costume Design

Make-up

Art Director

Sound

Film Editor

Music by

Director of Photography

Directed by

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

(Ladies, I urge you to keep cool...!)

- Done. Gorgeous.

- I can't anymore.

- Jan, I really have to pee.

- So run.

Thanks.

Excellent. Beautiful. Done.

Thank you.

Freely inspired by the life of

the famous Czech photographer JanSaudek

THE 90s

Jan lets us peek into

a world of his own desires and fears,

and gradually we arrive

at a world more mysterious,

the world within our very selves.

Could I ask you

for a few words as well, Jara?

Jan, don't give up on who you are.

Be yourself.

Friends, don't worry,

if you feel ill through the exhibition.

Let that nausea go!

The pictures are washable!

But seriously now.

I want to salute every woman in my life

who, strenuously and in vain, tried to

uplift me, sustain me and make me famous,

pull me out of the ditch and

yank me away from other women

simply, to bring me on the right path.

It didn't work.

But there's still time! Don't give up.

- Bravo.

- All the best.

- Hello son.

- Ciao.

- Hi Jan.

- Hello beautiful.

- You already saw the photographs?

- I saw them. -Splendid.

- Hey dad. Ciao.

- Hi.

- Hello. -Are you dating someone?

- We're all friends. I'm not like you. -No?

Would you like one?

No. Thank you.

Klarka, you alright?

- May I offer you?

- Thank you.

- We're leaving.

- I didn't finish my drink.

- You'll have one on our way.

Don't make a scene here. -Me?

- Pardon us. Thanks.

- You're a jealous man!

- Regards.

- Regards.

When are you going to surprise us

with something new, Maestro?

What new?

Shall I photograph helicopters perhaps?

You've moved nowhere

since your last show.

But I'll love to move... like this.

Or perhaps like this.

- Or I can move this way.

- A new direction would be enough.

Every new thing is an old

and well forgotten one. Farewell.

Farewell.

Why, in your opinion, must a creator

always come up with something new?

Creation isn't about records, is it?

If we don't understand something,

we kill it or ridicule it.

Or we silence it with banal demands!

- Daddy! Ciao!

- Wait... Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing? Practicing Yoga?

Did you recall you have a family?

You're painting again? That's good.

My, my... the rare visit.

- Hello.

- So how long you'll stay? -A little while.

Marketa? I had some negatives here.

You know about them?

Did you put my negatives somewhere?

Mom, dad's asking about something.

I had all my negatives here.

Where are they?

- Do you hear what I'm asking?

- He's asking! So he is asking!

- You should confess!

- To what? -To all your filth!

You know what?

Give me back my negatives!

You took them?

First, you pay.

Either you'll live with us or you pay!

I can't anymore, understand? I'm alone

here on everything. Always alone.

I've given you everything. The house

is in your mom's name. What now?

That was our lifesaver!

The commies would've taken it.

You were selling to the West illegaly.

You were all

too happy about at the time.

It wasn't dad's fault he was banned.

- A million!

- What?

A million. I don't want to watch

throwing our money away with the sluts.

- A million, and you can go!

- Look. Can we talk normally, calmly?

- I care about you all.

- Calmly, huh?

- The whole time you're off with sluts!

- Who cares about the sluts.

He takes them around the world,

buys them cars!

You're not normal, get it?

- Mom!

- Please, calm down.

Don't touch her or I'll call the police!

You...

- Hello. I'm Liba Holy.

- Holy Liba. Come in.

- We spoke this morning.

- Yeah? I thought it was someone else.

I'm a bit out-of-it.

Come in, since you're here.

- Why did you call so early...?

- I know you're an early bird.

Girls, Liba - a lady I don't know.

Hello.

Come in and don't you worry,

no one will bite you.

Hmm... hello.

Come in. Some liquor?

- It may trick your shyness.

- I'm not shy.

Not even champagne? Look, the bottle,

in contrast to me, seems very trustworthy.

- No, thanks. I don't drink.

- Are you sick? -I hope not.

- Sit.

- Thank you.

I like being my own boss

and not being bossed by alcohol!

I only drink when I get

something from it. Like sex.

Don't you worry, it won't happen today.

There aren't enough candidates here.

So, how can I serve you?

- You me? Rather how can I serve you.

- Right now? I'm in!

I admire you very much!

That's so sweet.

- I'd love to work for you.

- As a model?

What would you want to do?

Jan has plenty of all.

That depends when. Not always.

- Jan, don't say that.

- Calm down, ladies, calm down.

How about to stop by

for tea and a small talk?

Thanks, but my husband has a gastric flu.

That's a shame.

I wish him calm... meditation.

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