ആദ്യത്തെ 200 വരികൾ.
ÅDALEN 31 (1969) WAS DIGITALLY RESTORED
BY THE SWEDISH FILM INSTITUTE IN 2020.
STARTING MATERIALS
35 MM ORIGINAL NEGATIVES & 35 MM DUPLICATE NEGATIVES
35 MM MAGNETIC TAPE & 17.5 MM MAGNETIC TAPE, MONO
IN 1931, MANY OF THE FACTORIES IN ÅDALEN STOOD IDLE
WITH NO SMOKE IN THEIR CHIMNEYS.
SYMPATHY STRIKES WERE GOING ON FOR THE WORKERS AT MARMA,
WHERE THE EMPLOYER WANTED TO LOWER THE HOURLY WAGE
BY 4 ÖRE FROM 1.18 TO 1.14.
DURING THE DEMONSTRATION THAT FOLLOWED,
FOUR WORKMEN AND A GIRL WERE SHOT DEAD BY SOLDIERS.
THE FILM IS DEDICATED TO THEM.
Stop blowing.
Now it's coming!
Here it comes. Where did we start?
There.
Have you washed properly, boys?
Yes.
- Your ears? - Yes.
- Aren't you late? - No, I don't think so.
Stop blowing, I said.
Stop larking about, boys.
You'll only burst the buttons.
Stop it, boys!
It will only make you hungry, and then you will eat more!
Harald! Your shirt!
- Bye-bye! - Bye!
Åke, the other ear.
Yes, that's all right. Bye-bye!
- Bye. - Bye.
You can fool her, all right.
I showed the same ear twice.
See how dirty the other one is?
This will make a good support for the wing!
- Good morning, sir. - Morning.
Good morning, Kjell.
As long as Mother has a bar of soap, Martin, no one need feel sorry for us.
As long as we can keep clean.
Clean floors and walls.
And clean heads.
- Bye. - Bye.
Welcome home!
Oh, how lovely to be home again!
- Hello! - How nice! How are you doing?
How are you?
- I was top of the class in geography. - Really?
- Jump! - Come on, jump!
- Lousy. - He was lousy.
Good.
You didn't get far.
Knocking my wing off like that.
- Get it, go on! - Hurry up, before it gets warm.
Get a move on, Sölve!
- Come on, stretch a bit, Sölve! - You've got to earn your second sip.
They've held out a long time, but they're starting to give in.
At times, I can't help admiring them.
- Not much further. - Just a bit more!
- Just a bit more. - It's getting warm, Sölve.
You can reach it!
It was water.
Come on, I think I've a drop at home.
He was thirsty, boys.
He was thirsty, all right.
- Do you recognize it all, Anna? - Oh, how lovely to be home again!
What a summer it's going to be.
There's no sense in getting it together. There isn't a chance.
This damned cub here plays nothing but jazz.
He doesn't practice properly, can't play one right note.
It's no good, see.
Do you only practice Negro jazz at home, eh?
You have to pull up your socks, Kjell, if you are going to be in this.
Once more, from the beginning. I'll count.
Three, four...
Give a hand with the wing!
Fine airplanes, these. The newest kind.
Skål !
You're too kind, Harald!
You need it more than I do.
Christ, you're right.
What day is it?
Thursday.
Have you thought that if this was Sunday, what a nice day it would be?
Fine weather.
And I'm wearing my Sunday best.
- How long have you guys been on strike? - Ninety-three days.
- And you? - 112.
But at Marma, they've been out for 25 weeks longer than us.
If you think of that...
Spin the propeller more.
Go on, fly!
- You can't fly against the wind. - Course you can, Kjell said so.
I think he's broken his leg.
Åke, what's happened? What happened?
Perhaps he's broken his leg. We don't know.
Did you jump from — Have you broken your leg? There?
Åke, do you know what a broken leg costs?
I flew! I flew for a whole minute!
Where has the lid got to this time?
The bass.
The baritone sax. Solo.
Now the last trumpet solo.
Now all together!
Here, lads. Here, lads, take a look at this.
Nice, isn't she?
- Fancy being allowed to show so much. - Why, you can see the lot.
- She's quite bald all round her twat. - She's shaved, isn't she?
How the hell do they do it?
It must be done with brush and soap.
- Ordinary? - Yes.
- You can see the lot. - Not a hair left.
Come on, lads, let's take the chorus again.
Have a better look later.
When the light filters through the branches...
It was... Look here.
Do you see how different they are?
- It's the same — - It's the same motif but it's much richer.
And how the light pours down but in different ways.
- Yes, I see. - You see there?
- They're different artists who have done... - Yes, Monet and Renoir.
Two Impressionists.
They devoted their whole lives to trying to find a way of capturing the light.
Look at this!
- Is this Renoir? - No.
- Renoir. - No, he's called —
- Renoir. - No, Rer-noir.
- Rer is the way the French say it. - Rer...
Rer-noir, with a burr. Rrrer-noir.
Rrrr-noir. Do you pronounce the "E" more like "er"?
Well, not "E" exactly. A shorter sound.
Er. Rer-noir.
Pierre Au — A — Au —
Aguste.
- Pierre-Aguste. - Auguste.
Rrrrer...
- It's difficult. - Yes, it's difficult, but try.
- Can you speak French? - Yes, a little.
I think you could learn very quickly too.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir.
That was splendid!
Pierre-Auguste...
Renoir.
Rrrr... Rrrrer-noir.
And burr!
Oh, look at this! Isn't it lovely?
They are having a meal.
Oh, how I long sometimes to go down there, just to eat.
They don't eat just to satisfy their hunger, they eat as a pleasure.
They do it so beautifully.
They have wine, fruit and salad.
Look!
- That's Renoir too. - Yes, that's Renoir too. Say it again.
- Pierre-Auguste — - Auguste.
Oh, yes, Auguste.
Pierre-Auguste Rrr-ernoir.
Hello.
You're late.
I stayed talking to Hedvig for a while.
Then you might as well have stayed there altogether.
Have they re-upholstered the sofa in the music room yet?
How do you know that?
Elin does their washing.
Yes, they have.
Does she play well?
Yes, she does.
Has she beautiful hands?
Is anything ready for me to hang up?
You can take the mats.
All right.
Did you get a paper?
Yes, here.
There! Frankenstein in London.
- Horror film? - Yes.
Huh, you can see how they have done it.
That one. If I Were King . That's a talkie.
Or that one, Spanish Nights. That's a talkie too.
- Spanish Nights . No. - But it's a talkie.
- How do you know? - It says right there.
A film from "the land of serenades and castanets."
- That must be a talkie. - I want to see Frankenstein in London.
- Do you think it's really scary? - Yes, of course. It's a horror film.
Yes. Let's go to that then.
Nisse and I are going to cycle in and see Frankenstein in London.
Are you worried, Daddy?
Daddy!
Daddy!
Are you worried about something?
Yes, the wood pulp.
I have wood pulp lying on the quay.
A boat can come now to take it to America, but...
the men who are to load the bales on board, they don't want to do it.
Is it about money?
Yes, it's always about money.
What are you going to do then?
That's what I don't know.
I say, Kjell, how was it now with those zones?
What zones?
The ones you were talking about.
- Erogenous? - Yes.
But I've already told you...
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