My Little Princess

Synopsis: Violetta is raised by her grandmother. Her mother Hanna tries to make a living on taking photographs and concentrates on her dreams to become a famous artist. In order to succeed as an artist she doesn't worry about dating men of questionable reputation.[5] Only every now and then her mother visits her daughter but during these occasions it occurs to her that her daughter could be a potential model. She starts exploiting her daughter who by transforming into a kind of Lolita becomes increasingly alienated from other children of her age.[6] At school she is eventually frequently insulted and rejected.[7] Then Mamie dies and Hannah's photographs are about to unequivocally overstep the line of acceptability.[8][9] Hanna even coerces Violetta mercilessly into cooperation by withholding her food in case she doesn't agree to pose for increasingly daring photographs.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Eva Ionesco
Production: X-Verleih AG
  3 wins & 5 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.4
Year:
2011
105 min
240 Views


Mom.

Hello, my loves.

Hello.

- Is it you, Mom?

- I said I'd be back.

You're the prettiest mom.

Oh, thank you.

- Leaving already?

- I'm going out.

You're going out at night?

Exclusively at night.

I just came by for a kiss.

Mom, don't go.

- We've no food.

- I can't stay with that up there.

We've no money.

My love!

Mommy will be back, darling.

Is that all there is?

We could've gone on credit.

That's nonsense.

You think Mom will return?

With your mother, we never know.

I'm sure she'll come back.

At ten, she'll be back...

One, two, three...

four, five, six...

Marlene Dietrich had hollow cheeks.

Listen. Do you want to know why?

Because she had her molars

and wisdom teeth removed.

I'm going to be

like Marlene Dietrich.

That way we'll both eat

only marble cake dipped in milk.

- No, stop.

- Come on, yes.

- Stop, Marlene Dietrich.

- Go on.

- My love!

- It's Marlene.

It's Mom.

Hello, Hanna.

Thanks for the money.

Don't touch that.

It's valuable.

This is your gift.

And this...

is my gift.

What's wrong?

Who gave you all that?

You're too old for photography.

Oh, stop. My head hurts.

Are you in any trouble?

I won't tell you

since I can't talk to anyone here.

If your feet hurt, sit down.

You're irritating me.

Thank you.

Go and criticize her.

She's out relaxing,

sipping on cocktails

with her billionaire lovers.

If only you worked.

As if expression through images

wasn't work.

It's the most beautiful,

sacred thing.

I'm going to make it.

I'll make it.

- Leave me.

- Why not?

Why? Why can't I exist, too?

I'm human, not a dog.

That's not nice. At all.

I'm scared of coming here.

I hardly dare coming.

I know you'll torment me.

It takes a day to recover,

like being hammered on the head.

She wrote to me.

I'd just like you to respond to her.

Why do you hang

my mother's portrait up?

You forget you threw

my mother out when she was...

pregnant at 15.

Don't tell me you've forgotten.

Violetta, listen.

Someone was nasty to Grandma

when she was young.

When she was very attractive.

She blames me now.

Right, Grandma? No?

Am I wrong or right?

Please, leave the child

out of all this.

Let's be calm. Everything's fine.

Besides, she's mine.

Then why did you leave

the two of us alone for so long?

For all these months. Why? Why?

Stop, Grandma. Get up.

Get up, Grandma.

Enough is enough.

If it's like that,

I'll do what she did.

I'm never coming back.

There's no reason to.

Oh, Mom!

My darling.

Will you come up with me?

- Up there?

- Yes.

Oh dear. My crummy paintings.

I'm done with those.

Hasta la vista.

Come on.

Come in.

Leave your bag there.

And take off your skates.

Come here.

Sit down.

You haven't come here

in a long time.

We'll have to make up

for lost time.

- How about some halva and fruit?

- Sure.

I ate that in Constanta

when I was little.

Undo your plaits.

You should show your lovely hair.

Don't you think?

- Do you like it?

- A lot.

You were too young for me

to say anything before.

But, you know, I take pictures now.

- When I don't see you?

- Yes.

- Would you like to pose for me?

- Yes.

Lift your arms.

Oh no, don't smile.

Smiles are stupid.

They're for weddings.

Direct your gaze...

Look at me. As if looking at Hell.

There. Turn your face a bit.

That's it...

Like this.

That's it.

Lie on the floor.

Like an offering, see...

More effort.

Don't you want to go on?

- Yes, I do.

- Well, then?

Now, arch backward. Like this.

Very far back, then...

Like that.

And your hand on your forehead.

Like so. Your fingers

spread on your forehead.

Very good.

Ok, we're finished.

Go downstairs. Grandma's waiting.

Don't tell Grandma. Promise?

It's between us.

She wouldn't get it.

We agree, right?

I won't say a word, Mom.

Promise.

Simmer down! Adle!

Violetta!

Hand in your copies.

Violetta!

Violetta!

Grandma overdressed you again.

She's always scared

of who knows what.

- Aren't you glad to see me?

- Yes.

Go home.

She's coming with me.

Are you going

to the parent meeting?

Don't ask that of me.

The other parents will.

They're bored. They're hicks.

- What are hicks?

- People with nothing to offer.

We've better to do.

You'll no longer dress her.

Put this on.

- Is it for me?

- Yes.

You're not actually

dressing her in that get-up?

What get-up?

I don't see any get-up.

It's a very pretty lace dress.

Handmade.

Everyone's looking.

That's why it was made.

So she'd be looked at.

Why wouldn't they?

- They'll criticize.

- There's no harm.

Sheesh, we're having fun, right?

Yes.

Look! She's very happy

and pretty in her dress. See!

- Right?

- Yes.

Grandma thinks we'll die

if we laugh. Watch me laugh.

Come on, let's go.

Violetta, you're the prettiest girl

in the world.

My girl is beautiful.

I dreamt of you both last night.

You were much older, Violetta.

If I'd seen you the way you are,

it would've been more interesting.

- What time is your flight?

- 9 pm...

for Oslo.

I'm coming, too.

Not with your girl.

Take her to your grandmother's.

Oh, Ernie!

Why is it so complicated?

I've too much anxiety.

Relax, Hanna. You're hysterical.

It's Grandma. She'll drive me crazy.

Isn't it about time

to stop thinking of Grandma?

Yes. Let me show you my work.

What work?

I take pictures.

Let's have a look.

I took them with

the camera you gave me.

What do you think?

Better than your crummy paintings.

Bravo, Hanna.

Bravo.

- For you, her and Grandma.

- Thanks.

And so you can get some

decent photos developed.

Did you see how my women

are enchanting and intoxicating?

With heavy breasts...

...and hair like Arabian drapes.

- Yes.

Their rumps are...

splendid!

Yes.

It's exceptional, Hanna.

I want you to continue.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop! Can't you see I'm choking?

Look what she's done!

- Why did you do that?

- Do what?

Violetta! Violetta!

Why did you smear his painting?

I didn't do it on purpose.

Oh, come now.

Is Ernie your boyfriend?

No, not really.

Your mother is a physiophobe.

End of story.

Physiophobia

is claustrophobia of the flesh.

Picture yourself in a lift

going up, up, up.

It's full of people and...

you can't get away and...

and you can't take it anymore.

What about Dad?

Listen, darling.

You need to know that fathers

are a major handicap of nature, ok?

Dear God,

please don't let anything happen

to my girls, especially Violetta.

Watch over her heart and her soul.

Keep evil away from her.

Oh Lord, I'm begging you.

It's my very own television.

Get ready.

I'm just checking my light meter.

Is this good, Mom?

Is the pose ok?

Yes, it's interesting.

Do you know who you look like?

It's crazy.

Like Shirley Temple.

I know you don't know her.

Who is Shirley Temple?

Shirley Temple was a little girl

who sang and danced like you.

She looked a lot like you.

She was a little girl

from Hollywood!

Do you want... Here...

More lipstick.

Blood red.

The little mouth.

You're Shirley Temple,

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Eva Ionesco

Eva Ionesco (born 18 July 1965) is a French actress, film director and screenwriter. She is the daughter of Romanian-French photographer Irina Ionesco. more…

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