The Sexual Revolution (La rivoluzione sessuale)

THE SEXUAL REVOLUTION

Girls, you can put that basket there. - Brrr, so chilly!

You go here. - The usual places my husband finds.

The entire winter's cold has gathered in here.

The rent we're paying doesn't cover the heating.

They granted us this hotel for 10 days.

The season opens on May 21st and we have to move out.

Let's get some light in here. Open all the windows.

- What a beautiful sunset. - Yes...

Yes, it's very beautiful.

- Shall we give them a hand? - Yes, I'll be right there, Dad.

Put the cabin up there, in the middle of the lounge.

The costumes, tubes, panels... Take them elsewhere.

Here.

Cesare.

Go on... Come on, let's go.

- This thing is heavy. - Mind the step.

I'm glad you're here as well.

I didn't want to, but Cesare insisted.

No, guys! Not like that... That's right, slide it in there.

Can you see?

Arrange the sofas. You can remove all the sheets.

Some music would be great.

Let's ask him.

Don't exert yourself!

Dino, I think I saw the valves in the corridor.

Okay, Emilio. I'll go.

- Damn it! - Did you hurt yourself?

No, Stella, it's nothing.

Finally!

Well? What are we going to do?

Someone can get into the orgone accumulator.

I'll go.

- See? It's marvellous. - Yes, it's true.

It's like one of those stones with extraordinary magic powers.

An enormous magnet...

which can capture a certain cosmic energy...

which is the same as the one that gives life to the human body.

Science is working frantically to define it. Sooner or later, it will succeed.

- Of course. - As soon as possible, I hope.

Because, you see, an infinity of diseases depend...

on the interruption of this electrical circuit within the body.

I've always thought the same.

The accumulator has the power to reactivate it.

There should be an orgo-machine in every home.

Well, you see, for example, it gives me sort of a...

feeling of heat... - Sure. - All over my body, you see?

Please, guys.

Could I have your attention? Annamaria.

Before starting this laboratory experiment, as I like to call it...

I'd like to remind you of some concepts you probably already know.

We cannot consider sexuality

from a general point of view.

The same common morality is available in various aspects...

Depending on their ethnographic and historical traditions.

I don't know. For example, on the Trobriand Islands

the adults see nothing objectionable in the youngsters' sexual amusements.

Young people of different sexes may join in, as they like

as long as they don't fall in love with each other.

If they do, the sexual act is forbidden.

By lying together, they commit a very blameworthy action.

It's a form of moral code

which has given that people a great happiness

and political peace for centuries.

Our sexual code, on the other hand...

is grotesque, irrational.

It's the sum of a mound of errors

perpetrated by our society against the individual's well-being.

Magic, asceticism, idealism...

romanticism...

have created a morbid neurosis within us...

which leaves us full of complexes, of anxieties.

This experiment is a collective study to find a solution.

Annamaria, prepare the slips...

Red for the boys and green for the girls.

Okay, everybody come with me.

Please, guys.

I've noticed that you're all a bit embarrassed this evening.

This seems ridiculous to me. Like it was your wedding night!

No, we've already talked, discussed, debated these things.

The problem of love. The relationship between man and woman.

The necessity of provoking a break from the moralistic tradition.

Breaking free from sentimentalism.

From sentimentalism!

It's the first requirement.

A placard to hold up at protest demonstrations.

Is that clear?

The pleasure of living according to natural impulses.

Is that agreed?

Here, for instance, there's Marcella among us.

Her husband.

Her son.

My sister.

My wife.

No jealousies.

No melodrama.

I've decided to leave the choice of partners down to luck.

- It's an exciting game. - Not so, if Segre ends up with your wife!

With Marcella.

What if you end up with your sister Annamaria?

In that particular instance...

if requested by the people concerned...

we'll draw again.

Well? Are we going to play this lottery?

- Have you finished? - Yes, here...

Marco...

Nanna.

Cesare...

Gabby.

Emilio...

Marcella.

Uccio...

Annamaria.

Tony...

Liliana.

Giorgio...

Stella.

Goodnight.

Dino Segre...

Rita.

At this point, the draw is over. I wish you a pleasant night.

Come on, let's go.

Let's stay here.

Yes, yes.

If you like, Rita.

I liked to watch you dancing.

Do you want me to dance?

No.

Do you want me to strip?

You know what it is? I find it easy talking to you.

I don't know why.

You see... No one listens to me at home.

I spend hours alone in my room, with my books, my problems, my ideas.

Then...

I take an exam, I get top marks...

And all they say is...

"Well done. Well done."

May I come closer?

Two men, near Montalto di Castro...

Road workers.

I was alone in the car. And they were waiting.

The rhythm of The Fifth Symphony alternates sweetness with violence.

It's perfect.

Does this symphony last long?

Forty minutes.

I'm only interested in the first half.

Andante con brio.

Come here.

But here, I've been telling you things for half an hour, talking to you.

I've never talked so much to someone.

Can I take another step?

To someone.

Do you believe in it, Giorgio?

In what?

In the experiment?

Why did I come?

You see.

I read a book. It really struck me.

So I went to the nightclub.

Missiroli...

Missiroli is a serious person.

At least, I think so.

He holds the Chair of Psychology.

And he's written many essays. I've read those too.

It's...

It's a revolution.

Or the beginning of a revolution.

It was hot...

They were sweating.

I could see their smooth chests.

The muscles in their gnarled arms.

Strong.

Two primitives.

Two men of the forest.

I let them in.

One sat in the front, near me.

The other, in the back.

I could feel his breath on my neck when he spoke.

I would sometimes glance at his legs as I drove.

I couldn't resist.

He was handsome.

No!

But why?

I saw that, earlier, downstairs, in the lounge...

during the sunset, remember?

I...

I realised something.

You looked at me. It's true, you did look at me?

Yes, it is.

Then listen...

Forget about everything else.

I swear... This really means a lot to me!

Like that? Right away?

I swear to you.

What did they do to you?

We stopped in a forest.

They undressed me.

Two savages!

- Shall we stop here? - Yes.

Come, sit down.