Birds, Orphans and Fools (Vtackovia, siroty a blazni)

Let me, Juraj Jakubisko, a Slovak film director,

tell you about those who wanted to be righteous.

Also, about how necessary and vain it is to seek rescue from life

without love for hate, where happiness comes with sorrow,

and death is something ordinary.

This story has a tragic ending.

But laugh if you feel like it, our heroes also do so right to the very end.

The world is nice but it's not all nice, unhappy but not really unhappy,

crazy and full of love and vice versa, everything changes,

there's no end without a start.

The Slovak Film Institute presents

a Juraj Jakubisko Film

BIRDIES, ORPHANS, AND FOOLS

Starring:

Come here.

Which one do you want?

Featuring:

We'll leave those for Andrew.

- Taking pictures? - Like a maniac.

Wait! Let me be!

Story and screenplay by:

Andrew!

Producer:

Made in co-production with:

- I swear: no more women! - Yeah, right...

- Are you bored, pal? - What do you care?

Just as I thought.

- Come on, let's go for a drink. - I don't feel like it.

- What about dancing? - I don't have the clothes.

- It's yours. Keep it. - You mean it?

I'm getting married tomorrow.

Flowers!

Come here. Are you a girl?

Makes no difference...

He's a bridegroom, you know?

Pretty boys are in the world and I'm lost.

HEY, you! Get up!

- Morning! - What is it?

- I'm protecting you. - OK, whatever...

- Don't cry, kid! - I'm scared.

It's just little birdies, don't be scared. How come you're here?

I rescued you!

You're a girl... I must have drunk a lot.

When you go to sleep, cover your eyes, so they won't peck them.

They're not bad.

Look. Like this.

Yorick! Where are you?

Wake up. Andrew's waiting for you!

What happened here last night?

There are lots of strange things in the world...

She did it... she was scared of the birds.

Who's this?

I don't know her name. You can lie down with her if you like.

- Was she scared of the birds? - She was catching them all night.

Don't be scared, they're just watching. They'll give us a sign one day.

Birdies...

Life is beautiful!

Do you see him?

I've got an appetite, muscles, and a headache. Somebody must have hit me.

You said you'd rescued me. Why?

- Because I'm fair. - Look!

Those aren't birds but the souls of the dead.

Why's your hair been cut off?

- I had lice. - Lice?

- Lice. - The nits.

I like you.

Dear Milan, dear general, your propeller broke,

your wings broke, and you crashed...

Roza, young Stefanik, and...

What about a drink?

She'll read your palm.

Come to the woods, won't you?

Watch out!

We're grown-ups.

You must know the gypsy girls.

There they are! They're waiting for us.

They don't mind getting laid. But having their picture taken is shameful.

- Look how happy they are. - Sure, they are.

Aren't they beautiful...

They need heroes.

Watch the camera!

Heroes?

They're cowards.

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

As if you've stopped liking the world.

Stop! Look at that house!

Happiness is a white house.

You'll get tired of the world too once you come home.

- I got into a fight with a girl yesterday. - Again?

I couldn't get her out of the wardrobe.

I told her to go, that you'd beat me.

Look what she did. It's real.

Wake up! What's up with you?

- She's ill. You need some heat. - Sure. And where's the wood?

Give me some money. They paid you for the photographs.

Send her away first.

You won't let me work, will you?

After you make her leave.

Don't come in! Let me be!

I don't like it when I'm dirty.

Leave me alone!

- I'll wash your back. - Go away!

You're pretty.

There's one thing I don't like about you.

You should have your hair cut.

Behold... Lazarus.

Blue and cold... holy as death itself...

the sea like death... It will forget...

What don't you like about her? She's so stunningly dirty.

She's disgusting!

You'll make her go as soon as she gets well again.

She's not even a woman.

I got used to your women, but this one... I hate these people!

She's Jewish. Jewish! Filthy! Gross!

- But all Jewish girls are beautiful. - Especially this one!

- Go to hell! - She looks like death, I hate her!

If you don't understand beauty, you can't understand ugliness.

Photographer! Artist! Intellectual!

You see, you shouldn't get angry.

Touch me.

Make me dirty!

The sea will wash me clean.

I'm christening you Sibyl.

- I'm Martha. - Is that a Jewish name?

You talked about death when you were ill.

Don't move!

All rivers flow into the sea but the sea will never overflow.

And they return to where they flow.

Only to start flowing again.

God gave the world a lot of love, and there's still not enough for all.

So I won't break up the friendship and I won't think about sex.

Martha, where are you?

And you, Andrew?

- Did you wash your feet? - I did.

Say your prayers and off to bed.

The world is a lovely place, if there is joy.

- We wake up happy... - and enjoy life.

Look. She's asleep.

What is it?

- We want to see you naked. - Say that again!

- We want to see you naked. - Only if you take your clothes off too.

- Come on! - I'm not doing this!

- Help! - You first.

Done!

See!?

No!

- Who's that? - He's a fool.

- And that one? - He's a sage.

Eat, it contains phosphorus,

we'll see you at night.

It stinks!

I don't want to, leave me alone.

Be quiet.

Man grows old and his heart aches.

He loses his father, and his mother, and becomes an orphan.

And God says: I'll be your father and mother, He vanishes in smoke and abandons the man.

God dies and the orphan in body becomes an orphan in soul.

I'm calling in vain, all I hear is the bell tolling for the dead.

It tolls for God, for father, and for mother.

Man grows old and his heart aches.

And I didn't learn to play the piano.

This man made a mistake.

Come on, dear landlord.

Shouldn't we burn old people? They're full of snot, sweat, and slobber.

They stink of urine from a distance .

Who burns with truth and righteousness Who offers life in sacrifice

Who sheds a tear for injustice To him my song with glory rings!

- How was the cremation? - Just about right.

Life is beautiful!

What do I need gloves for?

Partisans, Germans, come out, you won't come to any harm!

- The war ended twenty years ago! - What? How many years did you say?

- It's been twenty years now! - Have you gone mad? No way!

I don't believe you. Fascists... They are everywhere...

- Do you know who Stefanik was? - A soldier, a general. Was he born here?

He died here.

When he was flying over here, bad people shot him down.

- Did he have an aeroplane? - We used to be a rich family.

- Was he your father? - You don't believe me? I never saw him.

- All he left me is the statue and the foolishness. - What about your mother?

She was killed by those who are said to be... reasonable.

But it was long ago, wasn't it?

My parents were killed in Poland by fools.

Mine were killed by Jews. Jews, you understand?!

Our parents killed each other and we are orphans.

No need to cover your eyes any more.

It'll help you catch the birdies.

- To my health, Andrew. - I can't.

Drink, you hashish!

Let go! Don't...

I put some sedatives in the wine. I want you, Martha.

- You are beautiful. - You are beautiful.

I wanna be with you... always with you... forever...

He's sleeping like a child.

Sometimes you hurt him.

I feel sorry for him.

He hasn't had a girl yet.

Friendship is nice.

Why are you telling me that?

- You should go to bed with him. - You wouldn't mind?