L'Amour Fou (L'Amour fou)

Light?

Yes, thanks.

I'm going to see what's happening.

Anything new?

Nothing.

No. No answer.

This desire to find still water again.

The courage to separate.

In the morning we'll awaken...

...to the touch of a thigh...

...a foot... a caress...

You will open in me.

As you desire, I shall receive him.

I am willing to accord him that, at least.

Soon Pylades will bring him here to me ;

Yet, if I thought, I should take more care.

And why are you so loath to see the Prince?

Is he not then the same Orestes still

for whose return a thousand times you longed

whom you regretted for his constant love?

It is this love, so much despised by me

which makes his presence so hard to bear.

How must he triumph, how ashamed I am

that my mishaps should equal his distress.

"Is this," he'll say, "the proud Hermione?"

Well... I couldn't see a thing. Mind starting again?

"Is this," he'll say, "the proud Hermione?"

No. That's not it.

You're coming from offstage, so move off centre.

Ok, take it again.

No! Listen... "Is this..."

I've asked you to follow direction...

...follow it precisely...

No, not like that. I explained that before.

I'm not getting it.

Excuse me.

No! It's absurd! you're an actress, you have to get it!

Look, it may be absurd, but you know...

I can't work in these conditions.

With all this...

Don't argue. Shut up!

I didn't say anything.

I won't! I won't and I can't! Excuse me!

Get someone else.

I'm going.

Do you know the staging?

Yves knows it.

Her lines were right but there wasn't enough feeling.

When you're looking for someone... you know... I'd like...

We could do another scene.

Let's take a look... That's ok.

We could just stop for a bit.

Look, if you want, we'll stop shooting.

Why?

My idea was to...

...do a show on rehearsals...

...and the story of the rehearsals... but...

...life and theatre get a bit too intertwined, eh?

It's a bit natural, after all....

We don't have to show the problems, but...

...I think it's good, it keeps the actors on their toes...

...and me too, we know we're being watched...

If you still want to, I think we should go on.

I don't know. We'll have to see.

Anyway, we could ask the cast what they think.

Well they all agreed at the start, so why drag it up again

I'm not going to.

And you? -Me?

I agree.

Why are you called "Puck"?

I'm not! You call me that.

Didn't I hear others call you that?

Her name isn't Puck!

Sure it is. Pearl Puck!

Got any more of those? I've noticed

your, uh... your cigarette tricks...

the match boxes...

I think I was too late.

Have you shown Lewis what you did earlier?

No, but he knows all that.

I'm proud to follow Lewis in your interviews...

You're in luck.

Was it good?

Good.

Is he good?

Show us the rushes?

And there's time to dub, see the commentary.

Sure we just need to sync it first.

Sure...

Maybe I'll see the rushes,

and we can get Lewis to dub my voice as Pyrrhus...

You're kidding, but...

No, I'm not kidding. I talked...

In "Buddy Love".... he was serious...

Yes. No, but even in something... not at all funny...

He should learn French first.

No, he's fine. Have you heard him sing "Good Morning" in that film?

And he improvises the French sounds...

uh, yeah.

He's great at French double-talk.

I'm sure he'd be good in... no, really...

Let's try it.

Marta?

Are you working these days?

No... because I'd like to have you join us...

Yes... Hermione...

No, no problem... I'll explain...

Since I was the one who smashed into it...

I'm in the wrong. We can't collect.

We'll have to take taxis,

since we can't get it fixed now.

It will be more expensive.

Could you get any more work done?

After?

Yes, a little.

You weren't too upset?

Me, no.

But the rest of them...

It makes a bad atmosphere

and some strained relationships.

Mostly, I don't get you.

I know, I don't understand myself either.

For the time being I don't feel like working anymore.

I want to be alone.

I want to go away.

And not see the others.

What've they done?

I don't know, nothing. They're assholes.

You acted like an asshole too.

True...

but I get tired a lot... I want to sleep...

...I want to go home, that's all.

You rest.

Stay home in the evenings, if you like...

We'll eat here...

I'll work in one room, and you rest...

Rest.

Alright...

You don't need me down there? Sure?

Shall I come?

Yes, if you like. It looks like Marta is OK

Really?

It looks like it... but come if you like.

I don't know... I'll see... Maybe...

I think I'll stay.

Whatever you want.

From the top. Take your place there.

As you desire I shall receive him; I will accord him that.

Soon Pylades will bring here; yet I should not see him...

And why are you so loath to see the Prince?

Is he not then the same Orestes still

for whose return a thousand times you longed

whom you regretted for his constant love?

It is this love, so gracelessly repaid, which makes me dread his presence.

How he must triumph, how ashamed I am...

...that my mishaps should equal his distress.

"Is this," he'll say, "the proud Hermione?"

She scorned me and another spurns her

"She who used to rate her heart so high, now tastes rejection."

Lady, dispel these empty fears! He's felt your charms too deep.

You think a suitor comes to jeer?

He brings a heart he could not keep away.

But you do not say what your father asks.

If Pyrrhus still delays, not consenting to the young Trojan's death,

My father bids me with the Greeks depart.

Well, lady, listen to Orestes, then.

Pyrrhus began; you should do the rest.

To act aright, you should forestall him now.

Did you not say you hated him?

Hate him, Cleone? Honor so commands;

after so many oaths, he's lost...

As you desire, I shall receive him.

I am willing to accord him that.

Soon Pylades will bring here; yet I should not see him...

How are you? -Fine.

Are you happy? -Yes.

Ok, it's late. Let's stop, shall we?

Hi, dear. How are you?

And you? -Fine.

You look great. -Pretty!

You like it?

My old flames have always gotten along.

Going?

Want to come for dinner at our place?

No. Another time.

After you tell Sebastien. Ok?

Do you have any cinnamon?

He's been on the game for ages and he's getting nowhere...

Come on, we're sitting down after. Have a drink?

Win?

Not even ten francs!

You're not zonked?

Don't worry.... I've been zonked for months.

Give me some of your gum.

Gum?

No, listen, I'm talking.

Knock it off! You're disgusting!

Want Some? -Oh! Later.

The gum back in the liberation was louder.

Ahahahahaha!