Enfant Terrible

Do you know this guy, Willi?

He's been here all day, just like yesterday.

What does he want here every evening?

Criticise our show.

You're kidding. He wouldn't say boo to a goose.

He irritates me. I feel insecure when he watches me.

Ursel dotes on him.

Who is he anyway?

A nobody.

He dropped out of drama school and failed at Berlin's Film Academy twice.

He shot two short films which collect dust under his bed.

I heard that you have a few ideas about Leonce and Lena?

Yep.

I do.

Will you tell me? - Yes. Britta, come here.

Rainer?

Go and buy a few pounds of tomatoes.

Go and buy a few pounds of tomatoes.

Are you crazy?

Where should I get tomatoes now? - Why tomatoes?

We'll give them to the audience and they can decide whether they want to throw or eat them.

But that's a risk.

The whole life is a risk.

Stop kissing him, he's my man.

Get the tomatoes, dammit.

If you agree to my suggestions...

...I hope you don't mind me staging the play now.

Alright, if you like.

Throwing tomatoes? I guess everyone has one's own artistic vision.

I do hope so, indeed.

I really do.

From now on, the play will be played way slower, almost statically.

Okay?

Actually, you're too old for the part.

Way too old.

But I'll let you keep playing the part.

Stand over there.

And you go over there, to the wall.

This far apart? At the edge of the stage? What for?

To show the distance between you two.

The emptiness between you.

To show that your dreams of happiness are an illusion.

You understand?

From now on, you don't move during this scene.

Go.

He has no plan, he only acts like he does.

At least he's good at that.

Looking for the Land of the Greeks with your soul...

"Out into your shadows, noble treetops, the old, holy...

Go to sleep, Britta.

But where are you going, Rainer?

Rainer, you said you'd read to me what you wrote.

Read it yourself. You do know how to read.

And don't follow me again.

But we belong together, Rainer.

Those were your words. - Nobody owns me.

You want a beer?

Cuba Libre.

Okay.

‟Man is soon inur'd to slavery, and quickly learns submission, when of freedom quite depriv'd.

If she had fallen in the savage hands of my rude sires...

...and had their holy rage forborne to slay her...

...grateful for her life, she would have recogniz'd her destiny.

Have shed before the shrine the stranger's blood, and duty nam'd what was necessity.”

Alright, the rehearsal is over. You can leave.

Leave.

You'll stay.

You have a film mug.

I hope you know that.

No.

I don't care that you're gay. I'm gay, too.

Why do you think that? I'm not gay at all.

I won't tolerate that!

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Finally, I know with whom you're cheating on me.

You silly goose.

Go fuck yourself!

Stupid.

The classic masochist.

But she's good.

She'll be my star as well. Like you.

I ran my feet off for you, as your agent.

Theatre is not enough for me.

What do you want to do?

Movies.

Movies about this country. The stories are on the streets.

I already wrote three movies and I have four in my head.

Everywhere you go are stories about people dreaming and their dreams being shattered.

Theatre can't do that, only cinema can.

How? When? With which money?

I have my methods.

I'll soon shoot my first film.

You're in.

Really?

How about us?

Come here.

Not on Sundays.

Are you just gay?

I'm everything, but mainly gay.

I'm attracted to foreign workers.

When I introduced my first lover to my mother at the age of 14...

...a sturdy Greek, her only reaction was:

Rainer, couldn't it at least have been an academic?

Shall I introduce you two?

Not necessary, thanks.

Emergency law.

Agitation.

Democracy is screwed.

Revolution means...

Where have you been again?

Where have you been? - We had a drink. You have a problem with that?

Rainer! - The bourgeoisie does shit.

Attention! Attention! This is the police!

Please leave the room. This is the last incitement.

Here comes the water.

Attention! Attention! This is the police!

Leave the room now.

Rainer, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? You're chasing them away.

I want the audience to feel like the students when the cops come.

You ruined everything.

They'll never come back.

Never...

Of course they will, Ursel.

They'll think that's part of the show.

And they are right about that.

Do you know what I am, Ursel? - No.

I'm the most intense relationship you'll ever have.

Hello. - Hello.

I'm Ulli Lommel.

You want me for your film?

If you don't want to keep doing your TV shit.

What shall I play?

An informer in a gangster film.

Do you know...

..."White Heat" by Raoul Walsh with James Cagney?

The German title was "Maschinenpistolen". - No, I don't know it.

You learn the wrong stuff in school.

But...

...you know ‟Le Samourai” with Alain Delon, right?

Of course I know it.

That style.

But in black and white.

It's the most beautiful colour.

Do you think you can act without impressions?

Without impressions? I'm an actor.

Look at Alain Delon. He's straightfaced.

But he's present.

The poor version of Alain Delon.

But at least something.

Thanks, next scene. - Was that good?

Where shall I put the camera now? - You're asking me? You're the cameraman.

Focus on your work and think for yourself, then everything will be fine.

But you have to know where you want to cut.

Are you shitting me? This isn't television.

My film won't be cut.

My film will only be cut, if it's absolutely necessary.

Okay.

Put the thing somewhere.

Somewhere where I can be seen well would be best.

Okay. - Go, keep going.

Rainer, maybe I should do it without hat and glasses...

What do you want? - Without hat and glasses.

Get lost. - So they see it's me.

Get lost.

Keep going. Go.

Sound. - Rolling.

Camera. - Rolling.

Take one.

"Colder Than Death". 72, take one.

Action!

What's so funny?

Nothing.

Why do you hit me?

What for?

Because you seem to be doing too well.

Thanks.

Did you have to hit me that hard?

This is film.

Not theatre.

Next take, put the camera over there.

Rainer, that would be crossing the line.

What?

The actor who used to be on the right would suddenly be on the left.

Have you ever watched a Godard film?

He screws rules. He does what he wants.

You're not being paid for standing around. Go!

We're getting paid?

Come here.

What?

Your face...

I like your face.

One day I'll make you famous.

Really?

Yes.

You'll see.

Amateurism!

The director of the film "Colder Than Death".

Did you like the film?

Mr. Fassbinder.

Do you identify with the guy you play?