The Terrace (La terrazza)

THE TERRACE

It’s ready! Come over!

Mark this restaurant name.

Fucking Germans!

He’s already investigated, can’t wait for them to arrest him.

...so he can rest

We need another nice war.

Ennio was there, Roberto...

4 or 5 people...

Hari Krisna’s mantra is made of 3 names:

Hari, Krisna and Rama.

Hari is the power of happiness...

Krisna è infinitely enchanting...

I must insist you come, Luigi...

after the book presentation, all back to my place.

Fireworks! During my parties...

Excuse me, where's Giulio?

Actually, I’m not from here. Have a look.

I can’t stand these parties anymore!

Too many fools. One should fade with dignity.

In Naples, during the liberation, the best compliment Totò got was:

"Totò, you are better than the American Army!"

Half a billion of government funding,

local council and a small help from the Party.

It’s a spectacular scenography! It takes over stage, arena and stalls.

Do you have some plain rice?

I don’t get Sergio. Doesn’t eat, drink or speak.

Why does he come?

To reassure himself he’s right not to eat or speak.

Every time we blame somebody else.

Last year Lenin, now Brezhnev and next...?

A communist in a capitalist country... schizophrenia and ulcer!

Hari Krisna, Hari Krisna... but can I eat beans?

What do beans have to do with spirituality?

You don’t get India at all.

"Who’s Charlus?” asked Giovannino...

So Missiroli said: "I bet you haven’t read Proust!"

And Giovannino: "While you were reading, we were fighting the war!"

Excuss me, where’s Giulio?

I don’t know him, sorry.

...but also the subject for the object!

Mother, help! they are talking about young generations!

- Why? - It’s an old subject for old people!

Is Amedeo there?

Will you avoid him all night?

You have to face him, soon or later.

Later.

Darling, did you see Enrico?

Aren’t you happy you lost him?

I paid the screenplay 6 months ago.

He said he would finish tonight...

Sergio, you must come. I insist.

And after the book presentation, all back to my place.

You can criticise any literature but the Italian one... because it doesn’t exist.

Nowadays some writers' eternal fame lasts 15 days.

...rare vegetables!

It’s an Etruscan dish.

So it’s mysterious!

- Good? - To be good it’s good!

It was better when you were all idiots!

Amedeo, I was looking for you!

What am I, a lost button?

Why were you desperately looking for me?

I finished the screenplay... almost.

A miracle!

Please do tell me!

Well... It’s a satire of new...

- New conformism. - Right.

You told me last year.

It’s five episodes to make you piss yourself laughing.

Pity I forgot the potty!

Amedeo, this time it’ll be really funny.

Too much self criticism.

We must be proud of making intelligent films.

- Intelligent and... - What’s he saying?

That he hasn’t written a line.

Aren’t you happy?

Why do you say that?

Enrico, I just gave you an electric pencil sharpener.

and a typewriter, also electric

to help you.

I had to learn how use it.

I’m desperate, Enrico!

And I’m going to jump into the river.

Where’s the river?

I’ll take you there, darling!

How caring!

Pablo emigrated to the US and enrolled in Custer’s 7º Cavalry

but during a fight with the Indians

he lost his right eye.

He had to make do with humble jobs,

busker, waiter and shoe shine.

What a cheek, eh?

Who is he?

Galeazzo, just back from Venezuela.

Young upcomer of theatre and cinema

...of the ‘50.

They don’t make families like mine anymore.

Who do I see there? Pardon!

Countess, watch out!

- What? - Your bathing suit is showing.

Instead of getting meaningful

you drag shallow ideas.

Why?

You write shallow caricatures.

You are a cultural bourgeois!

Yeah, I want to do caricatures and satire

not petty meaningful stories.

Because you are not able.

Neither Molière liked them! - Don’t curse!

Truth is...

you narrow-minded critics don’t love cinema.

Ah, I don’t love cinema?

You don’t love cinema! Please!

Satire is collusion with the powers that be!

If you want to learn about irony go read Ni...

- Nichiti... Nichiti... Nitchizze... - He means Nietzsche.

Nitchizze... Don’t laugh.

Birth of Tragedy. Nitchizze!

The master of comedy...

Of irony!

Right... the master of Humour!

Why do I waste my time talking to you.

That’s why they never work. They just argue all the time.

You read Wittgenstein. Language's prison is smashed with comedy.

- Watch Totò. - What’s Totò have to do with Wittgenstein?

The comedy of manners

develops social conscience.

Nice social conscience!

So it’s your fault?

Let’s thank Enrico for the shitty country we are.

- Buffoon! - Buffoon!

Look at yourself. How could you make something serious out of...

a puppet...

a caricature like you?

Enrico, Tizzo stop it.

- Prick! - Stop it!

- Amedeo, do something. - Enough now!

Shame on you. You are friends.

- I’m... not... his friend. - Stalinist!

You too despise fake revolutionaries...

but you don’t speak up!

You are worse than him!

You know I love you.

Enrico is leaving.

And tonight Enrico is working all night.

- So tomorrow Enrico is a wreck. - I would be anyway.

- I said I’m working! - Come on, Enrico!

Nicici... Nicicitizze... Niticici... Ticicizze...

Enrico! Emanuela! Don’t leave!

Darling, it’s 4 o’clock.

Stupid, what are you doing?

You were supposed to bring me the coffee at 6.

I did. You were sleeping.

I pretended.

Did you work?

Of course!

Is it funny?

Thanks God!

Can you tell the seller to stop...?

Signora Costanza?

I need a favour!

Can you move? There’s writer who’s trying to write.

What’s he writing?

A loose and sloppy story,

often falling in abused stereotypes

chock-a-block of second rate gags that can’t hide

an inherent lack of imagination

and neither improve this bland cinema season.

Score by Armando Trovajoli. Can you move over, please?

I respect art. I’ll move at once.

- Bravo! - My pleasure!

Happy?

Who are you talking to?

Someone.

And now I’ll sort you out too.

Who are you sorting out?

Why?

Read what I wrote.

“A mysterious murderer terrorizes the city.

A detective disguises himself as a woman to catch him.

But they fall desperately in love. The End”

It’s not funny.

It’s vulgar...

not populist enough.

The two things shouldn’t be confused.

Doesn’t have anything to do with the new taboos.

- Can I say something? - What?

Yu are pretty, you know?

Get dressed! We are going to a nice restaurant.

Just you and me, eh?

It’s 8.30 in the morning, but thanks anyway.

That’ll cool your ideas.

I’ll leave it there half an hour.

You don’t know if I’m in, OK?

You keep doing fuck all, eh?

Don’t study, don’t work...

Daddy is paying.

But daddy is fed up!

Dad... I’ve been working in a bank two years now.