The Sculpture (2015) - full transcript
The Sculpture is a film set in Italy in the contemporary world. The film deals with love, with trampled art, with prostitution, with transvestism and with the situation of the sculpture in Italy.
The Sculpture
Italy became a nation without
colour and perpetually in mourning
Much blood flows
but my statues are white and
do not have the eyes to watch
Sometimes I look at the world and
I decolorize it with fantasy
I imagine it faded or very desaturated
Sometimes I think of the blood flowing
but I like to imagine it as clear
as the water of a stream
The Sculpture
Did the materials come in?
No...Nothing arrives here
The money is over
What can I do when I finish this?
My dear...
you know that it is not in my style
but I remind you that you
still owe me the rent
You have three months overdue
I'm sorry, I'm in trouble
as soon as I can, I will pay you
ROOM FOR RENT
It’s not that all can sing
not all are gifted or fall
like an apple on the feet of others
This...
this sculptor
Sculptor!?
Artist...
Artist!
Devoted to art, faithful!
The art
But what art!
To the art!
- To the death of art!- To the decline!
Decadence… decadence
To the decadence!
- To the decadence!- To the decline!
"Life" and "survival" are
two complementary concepts
which depends on the value
of every single day
every single moment that we live
or we believe in living
I would die if I were forced
tolive my life behind a desk
In the past I experienced suffering:
time passed and the life was tough
I lived years which had been marked
inside
And these years flew away
and I was crying more often
But one day I stopped surviving
and I decided to love:
love me
love my beauty
loving every moment of my existence
and finally...love my clients
Man are generous creatures
whocan give a lot of things
And the money is one of them
Money is important
because it fills your stomach
and gives you the time
Many people judge me
because they ignore how
nice and thick is my life
beautiful clothes, fine restaurants,
centers well-being, smiles, kindness
but above all, a long time for myself
Time is important
and life is made of minutes
as the stomach is made to be filled
Please
all are looking at us, love
And the soul...
What about my soul?
I love life
I love my customers
and I love you too
My soul
was born to give himself same to the others
and it exactly what I do
I'm giving myself to others
Hello?
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
Come on, I’ll show you something
It is wonderful
It was sold. The customer
was also a very rich man
Now he cannot take it anymore, because
he was arrested for bankruptcy
Doesn't have any money
He even makes a suicide
attempt because of despair
Now, what will you do?
I’ll wait
Have been waiting for months
to sell or collect something
The Dictionary says that "crisis" means
"a stressful or traumatic change
for the individual or an unstable
or dangerous social situation"
The word "crisis" has Greek
roots and means "decision"
Well also I am about to take an
important decision for my life
Europe has a great tradition for artists
And in Italy this art, you see
on the streets,you breathe
There is no Italian who
has not written a poem
or made a painting at
least once in his life.
We are the descendants of those who lived
the Renaissance but we are losing.
I am a sculptor and I feel an artist inside
But I am full of debts and unhappy
Unfortunately, in Europe, we
can no longer live with art
This concept must be clear
to me and to everyone
- Hello!
Hello!
It's me, love
One thousand euros for eight hours
Where and when can I reach you, love?
Can't wait, love
Hi, I’m going out
Hi, have fun. Good evening
Sit down, we have time
No, thanks
Show me
You like to see. I know it
Please, continue!
We live under the same roof, we have
lunch together and we don’t communicate
I know nothing about you
I am a sculptor
How wonderful!
And I thought you were a yoga teacher...
or something like that
I practice yoga but it is not my job
In fact I'd like you to visit
the studio where I work
Willingly!
I’ll show you something
One who has artistic talent thinks
differently from the others
Must have common sense
but his heart and his feelings are
more pure and fruitful of his logic
He believes his eyes more
than rational reflections
His hands
more than those of the other
humans, are not simply appendages
but beings with own soul and
autonomous creative strength
A sculptor thinks primarily with
his gaze and with his hands
Trained eye and expert hand represent
against every form of dullness
Listen Korinne...
if one day I do not return home
You don’t worry:
it would mean that I found the strength
to get rid of the materiality of life
and I'll be a perfect Ascetic
Abandonment and renunciation will
be the only purpose of my life
You don't even know who you are
And even if you think you're an
artist, you're always a person
Without direction!
You're a parasite
You are a bug!
Do you remember your mother going
in and out of the house every night
and you cried
Whined
implored that she returned to you
to give you good night's kiss
"Mommy"
"Mommy"
Whined...
And you whine again
without stopping!
Ah! then you went to the
Academy of Fine Arts
being among that bunch of depressed vapid
eternal adolescents
unable to have a future!
"The life is hard ", you said,
" it is made of sacrifices,
privations,
suffering,
and above all it is short"
...and without knowing it
idiot
you said the truth
I pity you!
Stay in the world of your dreams
Continue to make the weight
for you and for all those
living around you
Ballast!
Whenever I think of your fucking head
that you planted on those slumped shoulders
I have an imperious desire
of swearing!
Don't you like the reality, right?
You must know that reality
is solid and heavy
as those plaques that you define
Sculptures
In your delirium, you begun
to define yourself as a sculptor
but you are a beggar
without a fucking penny!
Artist!
Sculpt!
You are a victim of your art
I want to make love with you
Your art is a curse!
Sculpt!
Without art I can't live
If I don't do the escort I can't live
I would like to do it myself
One thousand euros for eight hours
One thousand euros for eight hours
Why do you come here?
Because is a special place for me and...
I thought it was a good way
to get to know each other
to take you to my world
And what is your world?
I love the silence, here
the quiet
Why did you bring me here?
For the stones ...
because they absorb energy
they live
and then ...
they return over time
What do you think about me?
I like you
but there is a side of you that
scares me
Tell me about you!
There is something about you
that I can't perceive
Is it unclear?
- Grace and Justice -
Korinne
Mosè
Here I am, are you looking at me?
No, I'm feeling you!
Try to look at me inside
You are an escort!
Do the escort!
I love my job
I don't judge you...
even if you get fucked by others
I saw you in my room
I want to make love with you
I would like to be a statue of your
I was hoping that you say this
Hello!
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
Who's talking?
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
There is no money
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
There is no money
Hello
Yes! It’s me, love
One thousand euros for eight hours
Ok, later
You are my creation
You are an my object of art
Always remember to satisfy
the your customer's tastes
They will have an orgasm in a short time
Always use a condom
even when they ask you only a fellatio
You must
know that reality
is solid and heavy
as those plaques
that you call sculptures
Artist!
Our Father who art in Heaven
Hollowed be thy name
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done
On Earth as it is in Heaven
Give us to day our daily bread
And forgive us our debts
As we forgive our debtors
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from Evil
Amen!
To be bisexual
touch a man
a woman:
just a matter of material
Marble, wood and leather
Have you ever touched Michelangelo’s Christ
located in Santa Maria of Minerva in Rome?
It’s a wonderful work of art
immortal
We are unarmed
slimy worms
and we can only watch
Do you know what is divine?
That which remains the same for centuries
Whenever you fell the smell of troubles
run away!
Abandonment and renunciation will
be the only purpose of my life
"Life" and "survival" are
two complementary concepts
which depends on the value
of every single day
every single moment that we live
or we believe in living
The Sculpture
Italy became a nation without
colour and perpetually in mourning
Much blood flows
but my statues are white and
do not have the eyes to watch
Sometimes I look at the world and
I decolorize it with fantasy
I imagine it faded or very desaturated
Sometimes I think of the blood flowing
but I like to imagine it as clear
as the water of a stream
The Sculpture
Did the materials come in?
No...Nothing arrives here
The money is over
What can I do when I finish this?
My dear...
you know that it is not in my style
but I remind you that you
still owe me the rent
You have three months overdue
I'm sorry, I'm in trouble
as soon as I can, I will pay you
ROOM FOR RENT
It’s not that all can sing
not all are gifted or fall
like an apple on the feet of others
This...
this sculptor
Sculptor!?
Artist...
Artist!
Devoted to art, faithful!
The art
But what art!
To the art!
- To the death of art!- To the decline!
Decadence… decadence
To the decadence!
- To the decadence!- To the decline!
"Life" and "survival" are
two complementary concepts
which depends on the value
of every single day
every single moment that we live
or we believe in living
I would die if I were forced
tolive my life behind a desk
In the past I experienced suffering:
time passed and the life was tough
I lived years which had been marked
inside
And these years flew away
and I was crying more often
But one day I stopped surviving
and I decided to love:
love me
love my beauty
loving every moment of my existence
and finally...love my clients
Man are generous creatures
whocan give a lot of things
And the money is one of them
Money is important
because it fills your stomach
and gives you the time
Many people judge me
because they ignore how
nice and thick is my life
beautiful clothes, fine restaurants,
centers well-being, smiles, kindness
but above all, a long time for myself
Time is important
and life is made of minutes
as the stomach is made to be filled
Please
all are looking at us, love
And the soul...
What about my soul?
I love life
I love my customers
and I love you too
My soul
was born to give himself same to the others
and it exactly what I do
I'm giving myself to others
Hello?
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
Come on, I’ll show you something
It is wonderful
It was sold. The customer
was also a very rich man
Now he cannot take it anymore, because
he was arrested for bankruptcy
Doesn't have any money
He even makes a suicide
attempt because of despair
Now, what will you do?
I’ll wait
Have been waiting for months
to sell or collect something
The Dictionary says that "crisis" means
"a stressful or traumatic change
for the individual or an unstable
or dangerous social situation"
The word "crisis" has Greek
roots and means "decision"
Well also I am about to take an
important decision for my life
Europe has a great tradition for artists
And in Italy this art, you see
on the streets,you breathe
There is no Italian who
has not written a poem
or made a painting at
least once in his life.
We are the descendants of those who lived
the Renaissance but we are losing.
I am a sculptor and I feel an artist inside
But I am full of debts and unhappy
Unfortunately, in Europe, we
can no longer live with art
This concept must be clear
to me and to everyone
- Hello!
Hello!
It's me, love
One thousand euros for eight hours
Where and when can I reach you, love?
Can't wait, love
Hi, I’m going out
Hi, have fun. Good evening
Sit down, we have time
No, thanks
Show me
You like to see. I know it
Please, continue!
We live under the same roof, we have
lunch together and we don’t communicate
I know nothing about you
I am a sculptor
How wonderful!
And I thought you were a yoga teacher...
or something like that
I practice yoga but it is not my job
In fact I'd like you to visit
the studio where I work
Willingly!
I’ll show you something
One who has artistic talent thinks
differently from the others
Must have common sense
but his heart and his feelings are
more pure and fruitful of his logic
He believes his eyes more
than rational reflections
His hands
more than those of the other
humans, are not simply appendages
but beings with own soul and
autonomous creative strength
A sculptor thinks primarily with
his gaze and with his hands
Trained eye and expert hand represent
against every form of dullness
Listen Korinne...
if one day I do not return home
You don’t worry:
it would mean that I found the strength
to get rid of the materiality of life
and I'll be a perfect Ascetic
Abandonment and renunciation will
be the only purpose of my life
You don't even know who you are
And even if you think you're an
artist, you're always a person
Without direction!
You're a parasite
You are a bug!
Do you remember your mother going
in and out of the house every night
and you cried
Whined
implored that she returned to you
to give you good night's kiss
"Mommy"
"Mommy"
Whined...
And you whine again
without stopping!
Ah! then you went to the
Academy of Fine Arts
being among that bunch of depressed vapid
eternal adolescents
unable to have a future!
"The life is hard ", you said,
" it is made of sacrifices,
privations,
suffering,
and above all it is short"
...and without knowing it
idiot
you said the truth
I pity you!
Stay in the world of your dreams
Continue to make the weight
for you and for all those
living around you
Ballast!
Whenever I think of your fucking head
that you planted on those slumped shoulders
I have an imperious desire
of swearing!
Don't you like the reality, right?
You must know that reality
is solid and heavy
as those plaques that you define
Sculptures
In your delirium, you begun
to define yourself as a sculptor
but you are a beggar
without a fucking penny!
Artist!
Sculpt!
You are a victim of your art
I want to make love with you
Your art is a curse!
Sculpt!
Without art I can't live
If I don't do the escort I can't live
I would like to do it myself
One thousand euros for eight hours
One thousand euros for eight hours
Why do you come here?
Because is a special place for me and...
I thought it was a good way
to get to know each other
to take you to my world
And what is your world?
I love the silence, here
the quiet
Why did you bring me here?
For the stones ...
because they absorb energy
they live
and then ...
they return over time
What do you think about me?
I like you
but there is a side of you that
scares me
Tell me about you!
There is something about you
that I can't perceive
Is it unclear?
- Grace and Justice -
Korinne
Mosè
Here I am, are you looking at me?
No, I'm feeling you!
Try to look at me inside
You are an escort!
Do the escort!
I love my job
I don't judge you...
even if you get fucked by others
I saw you in my room
I want to make love with you
I would like to be a statue of your
I was hoping that you say this
Hello!
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
Who's talking?
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
There is no money
On your bank account there is no money
On your bank account there is no money
There is no money
Hello
Yes! It’s me, love
One thousand euros for eight hours
Ok, later
You are my creation
You are an my object of art
Always remember to satisfy
the your customer's tastes
They will have an orgasm in a short time
Always use a condom
even when they ask you only a fellatio
You must
know that reality
is solid and heavy
as those plaques
that you call sculptures
Artist!
Our Father who art in Heaven
Hollowed be thy name
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done
On Earth as it is in Heaven
Give us to day our daily bread
And forgive us our debts
As we forgive our debtors
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from Evil
Amen!
To be bisexual
touch a man
a woman:
just a matter of material
Marble, wood and leather
Have you ever touched Michelangelo’s Christ
located in Santa Maria of Minerva in Rome?
It’s a wonderful work of art
immortal
We are unarmed
slimy worms
and we can only watch
Do you know what is divine?
That which remains the same for centuries
Whenever you fell the smell of troubles
run away!
Abandonment and renunciation will
be the only purpose of my life
"Life" and "survival" are
two complementary concepts
which depends on the value
of every single day
every single moment that we live
or we believe in living
The Sculpture