The Image

توجه : در اين فيلم صحنه ها جنسي بصورت کامل نشان داده ميشود

تماشاي اين فيلم براي سن و تفکر زير 21 سال در خارج از ايران ، و زير 23 در داخل ايران اثرات مخربي ميتواند داشته باشد

موضوع اين فيلم در رابطه با علاقه به بردگي جنسي بصورت آگاهانه است چنانچه با آن آشنايي لازم را نداريد از تماشاي آن خودداري فرماييد اين مسائل با شکنجه هاي اجباري و تجاوز تفاوت دارد

ترجمه و زيرنويس Blue Paradise Team Project OD

THE IMAGE

Adapted from the novel Jean de Berg (Catherine Robbe-Grillet)

I. An Evening at the X...'s

When I saw Claire again for the first time next summer...

it was at a party given by, oh let's say, the X's near the Place de la Concorde.

The entire summer had been lovely, but that evening was particularly beautiful.

I was late as usual.

Normally, I detest Literary Cocktail parties...

- Jean - Hello! - As anyone who attends them regularly should.

If he has any self-respect at all.

I had just come out of a long siege with a short story.

A short story that in enormous resistance to be completed.

And I will be totally honest ....

I would confess that I was genuinely pleased to be once more among the living.

- How are you? - And you? - Fine. Good.

Excuse me.

What strucked me most about seeing Claire again was that she hadn't changed at all.

I felt as if I had just left her the night before.

Although in reality I hadn't seen her for at least two or three years.

Maybe more.

- Are you alone? - Could be

I said hello to other people but I meticulously avoided getting involved...

in the peculiar kind of pointless argument which is so typical at that kind of party.

I remembered that I noticed something then in which I wouldn't have mind of getting involved...

and it was dressed all in white.

As I think back, she had made more of an impression on me than...

the usual pretty girl one sees at parties.

The young girl in the white dress and Claire were friends obviously.

But beyond that, I sense the strange link between them.

A kind of electricity. Although I had never heard it said that Claire was particularly interested in girls.

Still, there was a conspiracy between them that one could feel quite clearly.

Hi!

What are you doing hiding out there?

Oh thinking of clever things to say to your delightful guests.

That shouldn't be too difficult for you.

- What about the young girl in the white dress? - I know nothing about it.

She came with Claire. I suppose she's a friend of hers.

Funny thing is I haven't been able to get two words out of her all night.

I remembered clearly the look Claire had given her.

It was the look of one viewing of rerun of a successful film one had directed oneself...

whose plot couldn't possibly have any surprises.

- Lovely to have had you. - Later as I was getting ready to leave ...

- All right. I might call you later... - Jean ...

- Yes - If you like perhaps ...

we can have a drink somewhere and forget about this dreadful party.

- Nice - You can get to know Anne.

- Anne? - Anne! You'll see.

She's very nice.

- Who is she anyway? - Oh, just a young model!

- And? - Well, she belongs to me.

Three menus, please.

She's pretty, isn't she?

- Yes, very - She is very pretty.

You can touch her if you like. And she has a beautiful mouth.

Lovely soft lips.

Lovely soft lips.

And very deep. Let's have a look at them.

Stay like that! Someday I'll show you some photographs I took her.

II. The Roses in the Bagatelle Gardens

Claire had arranged to meet me the following day.

I know enough by now not to ask whether we'll be alone...

or with her young friend.

We were supposed to spend the afternoon together in the Bagatelle Gardens.

The most beautiful rose garden in the world.

She had insisted that she wanted to show it to me herself.

Claire was an stunning woman and probably even more interesting than her friend.

But unlike her friend, she had never aroused me at all.

At first this had bothered me,

but then I told myself that it was her impeccable manners...

and the precise way in which she did everything that made it...

impossible to think about her as a potential conquest.

I probably needed to feel that at least some little thing was vulnerable...

in order to arouse a desire in me to win her.

Claire was waiting for us in the car.

Anne's manners reminded me of a well-behaved young school girl.

I had time to ask the girl several casual questions.

but all I could get out of her was "Yes, sir" "No, sir" ...

... or "I don't know, sir," as though she were a child.

RESERVED PARKING FOR BAGATELLE PARK VISITORS

Instead of letting us wander from flower to flower...

Claire made us look at the varieties that she admired most.

Knowing exactly where each one was.

After the grand tour we wandered off to a more deserted part of the garden.

Keep off the grass

Go over to it!

Go on, hurry up!

Now, go ahead.

Watch this.

She has pretty hands. - Yes

She likes doing that, you know? It's excited.

I can prove it to you if you like.

At the slightest provocation she gets all wet. Isn't that right, little one?

All right. That's enough!

Pick the flower and bring it over here!

Well, what are you waiting for?

- It's not allowed. - Nothing that I like is allowed, Anne.

- You know that. - There are too many thorns.

You simply have to get scratched.

Very good. And it wasn't too difficult, was it?

Of course you will be punished for having hesitated just a second too long.

- What are you planning to do? - I don't know, but she'll be punished in front of you.

- Somebody's coming! - All right. Bring the flower.

- Excuse me, what time is it, please? - 10:30.

We continued our walk.

Anne, in the middle, held the rose against her breast.

So no one will detect her crime.

We soon came to a sort of growth or thicket more or less...

closed off from the rest of the gardens and completely deserted.

Since there weren't any flowers, we reasoned that here we could find some privacy.

This will be all right.

No, you'll have to stand.

She has to think about where to hide what she'd stolen. The rose must be hidden.

- All she has to do is throw it over there. - But it would be a shame to lose such a beautiful flower.

Yes .. No. .. I don't know.

It's very simple, you'll have to hide it somewhere on your person.

Come over here! Lift your skirt!

Lift your skirt!

You'll have to lift it higher than that. Hurry up!

Higher. Higher.

Well, what do you think of it?

The design of the top of the stocking is... particularly charming touch.

What we will do is slip the stem up between the garter belt...

and the skin about there close to the crotch.

The thorn should be strong enough to hold the flower in place.

Only when she's standing still.

See how nice I am.

I'm taking off all the little thorns...

so as not to hurt you.

Oh, but I forgot she's supposed to be punished, isn't she?

Spread your legs apart and then don't move. I'm going to hurt you.

Come close to me.

Please. Please don't. I beg you.

Please! No!

Now hold still.

No, please!

Please, no, no!

There. That's pretty, isn't it?

A great success.

Oh perhaps rather overburdened with symbols in... I would say the Surrealist tradition.

You may lower your dress.

III. Too Much Water and Its Consequences

Can you still feel the petals between your thighs?

Does it feel nice? Oh can't you answer?

Yes, it feels nice. I have...

- I need to stop a minute. - No, you can't go now.

You didn't have to drink so much water in the first place.

I didn't know yet what Claire was leading us up to.

At last we came to an area that seemed more wild and natural...

where very large trees had blanketed the sparse unkempt grass with fallen leaves.

- This is the perfect place, don't you think so? - Depends on what you want to use it for.

For the girl, of course. She was looking for a bathroom.

No, I don't need to go.

Why? Did you lie to us? I thought you were going to give us a little moment...

No, I was mistaken.

Don't try to fool with us. You know it won't get you anywhere, Anne.

Anne!

You'll do it now!

Bend down lower!

Now then, is our little girl going to do peepee?

Be sure your legs are spread far enough apart.

That's fine.

Now lean forward a little.

You are very nice like that, you know?

Well, are you going to piss or not, you little bitch?

IV. False Starts

More than a week went by without my seeing Claire or Anne again.

On the eighth day, quite by chance, I was driving on the Quai Malaquai,

and I ran into little Anne at the bookstalls.

She was alone and that pleased me.

She pretended not to recognize me, which hardly suprised me I must say.

I thought of that last image I had of our afternoon in the Bagatelle Gardens.

The girl was now speaking to the salesman.

No, we haven't got anymore.

Look, I know you have what I want and I'm going to stand here until I get it.

- I don't have that type of book. - All right, then...

I was struck by the positive tone she used in dealing with the bookseller.

She wanted a rare book sold only under the counter...

which she asked for with confidence.

Obviously sure that this was the place to find it.

- How much? - 100 (Francs)

Thank you.

- Hi, remember Me? - Yes, I remember you.

Hey, wait a minute.

Look. No offense. Actually I didn't mean anything in particular.

- What do you want? - Nothing.

Just to talk to you a little.

I don't feel like talking. I have to bring this back right away.

- Claire? - I bring things back to whomever I please.

- It's none of your business. - But I have...

Have a nice day!

This encounter left me highly dissatisfied.

I spent the following days unproductively.

The weather was good and I spent most of my time trying to focus my attention on an article...

which will be due the following month.

But my thoughts always returned to Claire ... eh ... and Anne.

I hadn't imagined that I personally would have any power over this girl.