Marie Kroyer (Marie Krøyer)

In the early 20th century a colony of artists settled in Skagen,

a remote place in Denmark.

The exceptional light attracted the artist couple Søren and Marie Krøyer

who stood out thanks to Søren's expert talent and international fame.

Based on a true story inspired by

Anastassia Arnold's biography "The Passion of Marie Krøyer".

Søren.

Søren?

Take a look at it, please.

Of course.

It's nice. Very nice.

But even though it's light,

it doesn't light up. Look at my hand.

See how the light makes it glow? So full of life?

You must see the life in the colors.

Thank you.

Vibs.

Tell Mom that Tannhäuser beckons.

— Jann... — Tannhäuser.

— Dad says that Tann... — Häuser.

— Tannhäuser beckons. — I heard your naughty dad.

Want to try Mommy's brushes?

Tannhäuser mounts the mount of Venus.

No.

— I’m not worthy of soiling the beauty. — Søren...

No. Oh, well... The belly rumbles.

Could you see to it that lunch is prepared?

Aren't you excited, Vibs?

All the posh Copenhageners are coming to see Papa's paintings.

— Your cab is here, Mrs. Krøyer. — Thank you. My husband is coming.

All the ladies are wearing their most beautiful dresses.

What's the matter, Vibs?

Tell Mommy.

I'm afraid Papa will act all strange.

Dearest, don't worry.

Papa has been well for a long time.

Don't worry your head about that.

I understand it scares you now and then.

But it's his illness. He can't help it.

Most of the time he's sweet and good and the nicest papa.

And I'm there to look after you.

You and I have to stand together. Right, Vibs?

Here you are. Thank you.

Marie.

One of the men called you the most beautiful woman in Europe.

Nonsense.

I don't know if I'm me or the woman in the paintings?

Poor Marie.

— Who's that? — Lachmann, the attorney.

Ladies and gentlemen.

As a member of the board

I am honored and delighted

to welcome you to this the great event of the year.

Were it not for my personal friendship with our dear master Krøyer

and his enchanting wife Marie

we'd never have lured them to Copenhagen from their windy Skagen.

I hereby declare the exhibition open.

Excuse me. Do you know the works?

I've read about the exhibition and Krøyer's works.

“The essence of sensuality and beauty.”

I must say he has succeeded.

The sensuality comes out in the most sublime way.

It's far easier to paint a businessman than a fisherman.

And I'll tell you why. The fisherman is complicated.

A businessman struggles with stocks and bonds.

The fisherman's struggle is one of life and death.

I can paint a businessman in a cigar's time.

The fisherman...

Well, he takes an entire day. Excuse me, gentlemen.

May I invite you for a cup of coffee?

Yes, please.

— Do you know the woman? — Yes. We're good friends.

Right. Vibs, take this.

Hold on to the tail.

I'll run ahead, you follow and let go at my command.

Run!

Vibs, would you like to try? Hold on tight.

Dear friends.

Thank you for coming to celebrate my beloved Søren's birthday.

Cheers and congratulations, Søren. Three cheers.

— Congratulations, Papa. — Thank you.

My dear, dear friends. I'm the happiest man in the world.

Look at me. I'm a prince.

It's raining oranges down on me

like sorrows rain down on others. I am so very happy.

Words cant describe how happy I am. Cheers.

The Copenhagen exhibition was a huge success. Orders are pouring in.

Krøyer is more popular than ever. You must be very content.

Everyone, get up and follow me.

Come along.

Hurry up.

Agnete, let's clear the table.

Marie, don't stand out there. Come and join in the fun, darling.

What a pity.

— What a pity, little Vibs. — Come here, little Vibs.

Henny, no cheating.

Oh dear, Marie. Away with your chair.

I'm worried about him. He's always like this before he snaps.

Maybe you should call Dr. Lange.

And you know you can always turn to me.

Thank you, dear Lachmann.

Marie.

Wake up.

Wake up. Come, Marie.

Don’t tell anyone. Promise, darling?

They've put a price on my head.

— Nobody is out to get you. — Yes. They blame me.

They've offered a reward.

Where are we going to flee?

I'm not mad, Marie.

It's all the... creatures inside me.

I know, Søren.

Where did he go? Your prince?

— He's right here. — Is he?

— Do you still see him? — Yes.

He's dressed in white.

His eyes shine like crystal.

Do you see his mouth? It's so beautiful.

Soft to the touch.

But...

There's a snake in Paradise.

Hold the snake, my Queen. Hold Tannhäuser.

Bite the apple.

—I'm no man anymore. — It's your illness, Søren.

You think you know it all.

But you don't know anything.

You're just an untalented little wretch.

But they've put a price on the big whore.

They will catch her and cut her up like a pig to the slaughter.

Søren...

I'm going to kill you, Marie.

— That will make the illness go away. — Søren, you're making all this up.

Dr. Lange wrote that you need to rest your nerves.

This is best for all of us. For me, Vibeke and for you.

Can you forgive me?

How do you do, Mr. Krøyer. And welcome back.

Don't leave me.

— You must be brave for us all. — I love you, Marie.

Please don't visit Mr. Krøyer until there are signs of progress.

— I'll write and keep you informed. — Thank you.

We've been very pleased with your work lately. Here's a little bonus.

I trust Mr. Krøyer's little bad spell will remain within these four walls?

Thank you.

— How are we going to manage, Vibs? — Its arm is broken.

We'll put it back on, then.

"Suddenly, through the window came a burst of song."

“It was the little live nightingale who sat outside on a spray."

“He had heard of his Emperor's plight and had come to sing of hope."

Would you like to sleep in my room tonight?

I want to go home.

I want to go home because they're going to kill my wife.

I want to go home. They're going to kill my wife.

I don’t want her to die before I've spoken to her.

I want to go home. Stop the execution!

Stop the execution! Stop the execution!

I demand to see the king!

Tell His Majesty,

that P.S. Krøyer wants to talk to him.

I was with you, Marie.

I heard how those brutes dragged your body across the prison floor.

I was with you. I saw your eyes

when the bullets tore your body apart. I was with you in death.

I was there when the worms dug into your beautiful body.

I was with you in the coffin, Marie.

Marie, we died together.

— We died together. — I’m not Marie, Mr. Krøyer.

Dr. Lange says it may take weeks. Months even.

How are you coping?

Would you like some more cocoa?

— Why is everyone staring at me? — Because you're famous.

Famous for nothing.

It's true. All I'm famous for is being Søren's beautiful wife.

— Don’t smile. — Sorry.

What's the matter with you?

You've met someone.

— Who? — A Swede. I think I'm in love.

— Can I have more cream? — Yes.

I don't even know if he loves me. I've never experienced anything like it.

Like what?

He is an extraordinary lover.

— Not in front of a child! — Is Søren good in bed?

— One doesn't ask questions like that. — I do.

I'm sorry.

I thought I was married to a strong man who could take on the world.

— But our life is a living hell. — Marie.

If you and Vibs need a vacation, come with me to Sweden this summer.

Nobody knows you there.

I can't.

How is he?

Dr. Lange says he's making progress.

It's no joke when the breadwinner goes mad. Can you eat a lobster?

Lobster is for festive occasions. I'm not feeling very festive.

You're making too big a fuss.

I'm sure all your problems will find a happy solution soon.

I assure you I will do anything in my power to help you.

— And Mr. Krøyer. — Thank you, my dear Lachmann.

Mr. Krøyer has made great progress. His condition is much better.

I think it will do him good to come home.

Søren.

Marie?