Don Juan (2022) - full transcript

Thank you for waiting.

Julie won't be long.

We'll listen to a tune

she loves while we wait.

Some already know it,

but those who don't know her

will get to know her a little

through music.

It's a good way to know someone,

I think.

Laurent!

What's going on, Julie?

Where are you?

What'll it be?

Music.

What?

Serve me some music.

One love always counts

more than the others.

I'm glad I never knew it.

I'm free.

At your age?

Yes. So what?

We need to know what we love.

Yes, and I know.

The buffet is open.

What's going on?

Is someone there?

Excuse me!

You're in a happy mood

That's a dangerous attitude

In this world so full of hate

Are you trying to tempt fate?

You tend to smile

Do you realize?

You tend to smile.

What's that in your eyes?

You're in a happy mood

A dangerous attitude

I've been watching you

Do you do it to annoy me too?

How dare you?

Shit, how dare you?

You have no right.

To be happy in my sight

Your joy isn't rational

Your joy makes me feel abnormal

Most people are sad.

Your joy drives me mad

You're in a happy mood

A dangerous attitude

You look happy to be alive

It makes my envy thrive

I was going to celebrate my wedding here.

I've kept the room.

Who are you?

Can you help me?

To do what?

To forget.

Forget what?

Love.

Farewell

Haven't we met?

Come on.

What?

Come.

Who's this sicko?

The colour of your eyes

changes near the sea.

It becomes lighter, right?

And, in the sun

what colour are they?

Seen them?

Now get lost.

I've seen them, yes.

So I'll keep mine closed.

Promise.

Imagine...

Just imagine, you

and me in an embrace.

A tight embrace.

What a dickhead.

Keep the change.

The gentleman.

What?

I can't offer you a drink?

Not even that?

A simple drink?

You're in a happy mood

It's a dangerous attitude

You act like I'm not in your class

If you won't even accept one glass

What?

I can't offer you a drink?

Not even that?

A simple drink?

Most people are so sad

If I insist, is that bad?

Can't I offer you some bubbles?

In the vain hope of forgetting my troubles

What?

I can't offer you a drink?

Not even that?

A simple drink?

Not even

Two or three little glasses?

Not even

Four or five little glasses?

Not even

Six or seven little glasses?

The woman I love left me.

Without a word.

It's hell,

I see her everywhere.

Try to forget.

But has Julie...

No, nothing.

Are you here as a friend or as a manager?

More than a manager,

less than a friend.

Good to see you again.

It'll be fine.

Laurent...

I wanted you to know that Naël told me.

It must still be painful.

Thank you for being here with us.

Come and meet Marina.

Hello.

I'm glad to work with you.

It'll go well, you'll see.

I hope so.

Why is it open?

No idea, I'm not the director.

I think she likes nature.

Nature?

You defend yourself

so poorly for a courtier

who must be accustomed to such things.

I pity you in your confusion.

Madam, I have not the talent to deceive.

I may not feel the same passion for you...

Laurent, thanks.

Marina, try it again.

Your Elvire is a helpless little thing.

You don't suffer, you whimper.

We feel Don Juan is right to mistreat you.

Upstanding.

Proud.

Go on.

You defend yourself

so poorly for a courtier

who must be accustomed to such things.

I pity you in your confusion...

Try it again, less stiff.

You defend yourself

so poorly for a courtier

who must be accustomed to such things.

I pity you...

Don't do it as if she

were begging Don Juan.

She's lecturing him.

Do it as if she were in control of things.

You defend yourself

so poorly for a courtier

who must be accustomed to such things.

I pity you in your confusion.

Let her work it out.

What's the problem?

To marry you, I violated

the sanctity of a convent.

Heaven is resentful of such acts.

Repentance seized me,

with fear of celestial wrath.

I believed...

I believed our marriage was but adultery.

You found it...

Thanks, I'm fond of it.

It was a gift.

A gift?

From someone you're fond of?

You could say that.

Thank you for...

Just how fond of him are you?

I love him.

And?

May I have my scarf?

You're negligent.

How can love live with negligence?

Try to focus.

Do you have a problem?

I'll give it back

in return for a night.

I need love,

you need your scarf.

We could help each other.

Without any negligence.

What a maniac!

Sganarelle!

Heaven.

We care not about such matters.

Madam...

Enough, I'll hear no more.

I feel I've heard too much.

It's cowardice

when such knowledge

can only make me despair.

But know that your crime

will not go unpunished.

I know what Don Juan does is bad.

He makes women unhappy, yes.

But when I play a character

I don't judge or defend him.

I just try to bring him to life.

You seek excuses for him.

How can I explain?

Maybe your teacher can help.

Why doesn't she intervene?

You introduce yourself

to a guest doing a reading,

you understand?

I was asked to do a

reading to show how I work,

Not to analyse a text.

I'm no teacher.

I'll ask you a question.

Do you like evil characters?

Yes.

If Don Juan was "nicer" to women,

what then?

He'd be less interesting?

Yes, exactly.

So what makes him interesting?

The fact that we're wrong

in putting Don Juan on one side

and women on the other.

As if we had to side

with him or with them.

We mustn't view things separately.

Don Juan alone isn't interesting,

no more than the women.

What do they expect when he seduces them?

Fleeting physical satisfaction?

What does he expect in seducing them?

Fleeting physical satisfaction?

So we need a common

answer to the two questions.

his relations with each woman are.

Any ideas?

Come on.

No, but I have a question for the actor.

In the play, Don Juan keeps dumping women.

But no woman ever dumps him?

Pick up your things.

You seem destabilized by their questions.

Every question is legitimate.

Why doesn't a woman ever dump Don Juan?

That's tough.

Could you answer it?

Because they love him.

A woman who leaves a

man no longer loves him?

That's no major discovery.

You're not very talkative.

So you're playing Don Juan?

That's odd.

It's a great role I never played.

I'm focusing very hard.

Your act at the bar...

Was that you focusing?

Not an act.

I happen to have lost someone

and I thought...

Never mind.

Give me a minute.

Wait over there.

Thank you.

You must help me.

You've seen how rehearsals are going?

It's a tough role, that's all.

You realize I need your help?

That's not a good idea.

Please.

Please.

Go to your room

and trust yourself.

So prove you want to help me.

Don't let me down, please.

You mix things up.

Focus on the work.

Why do you step closer?

That's enough.

You won't give me anything.

And you lecture me with your cliches

about work and focusing.

I know it's your debut

and it's a tough role, but with work...

I don't want your

"experienced actor" lessons.

You have to focus.

- Again?

- Yes, be serious.

Your partner carries a burden for you.

Your seriousness

and focus crush everything.

I can't act if you're so rigid.

I've nothing to lean on,

nothing to drive me, no opening.

That's the problem.

Not me, you.

You're blocking me!

Don't you recognize me?

We met the other day.

It's for you.

Thank you.

You're thinking of a woman.

Yes.

What?

Her father was a bar pianist.

Papa on the keys

Playing like a breeze

She found it pretty, see

Papa 's melody

She loved that air

Played with flair

By Papa on the keys

She loved listening to him.

What else did she love?

Living.

What is living?

Give me an example.

Walking at night.

All alone?

With me.

And?

She often said I was too serious.

Were you happy together?

Yes.

For the first time.

Meaning?

I'd never known that.

Really?

Have you had many women in your life?

Yes.

Before her, I couldn't choose.

It's odd.

Love...

Are you making fun?

No, I'm not making fun

Without love we're nothing

Truly nothing

You do acting.

Right?

How did you know?

It was quite a sight.

Your act the other night

That scarf so light.

Like you were acting

As if this life here below

Were all one big show

Egocentric.

Playful and indecent

Such are the characteristics.

For acting

Very observant.

it's true. People interest me.

I like to watch them.

Are you Don Juan in the play?

Yes.

How do you work?

I don't know your profession,

so I'm interested.

How do I work?

By focusing.

That's not very original.

Lots of "workers" focus.

Never mind.

Being too curious

leads to dissatisfaction.

I'll go to see the play.

To see you work.

Maybe that'll answer my question.

Goodbye.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Piss off!

You heard, son of a bitch.

Right?

Right?

I'll show you then.

Asshole!

Julie!

I can't do it.

Help me.

I'm no makeup artist.

Please.

Marina has left.

Her replacement's here.

They're waiting.

Why are you so uneasy?

Let's go!

...Laurent! Finally...

What's that makeup?

Let me see.

What happened?

It's nothing. An accident.

It's complicated.

I understand.

All right.

Elvire is presentable at least.

And ready to act.

Ready to act?

Will you be good enough, Don Juan,

to recognize me?

May I at least hope you

will deign to look this way?

Will you be good enough, Don Juan,

to recognize me?

May I at least hope you

will deign to look this way?

Few people could take on

the part at the drop of a hat.

Julie already played

Elvire a few years ago.

She's already getting into the role,

right away. It's surprising.

You should go through the lines with her.

Come

Can we get started?

What's going on?

Nothing.

We're working, that's all.

Laurent, what are you imagining

You don't just fire an actor.

Julie...

What's going on?

I know I was a little harsh earlier.

But remember what I said?

In an emergency,

work comes first.

I had to find a new Elvire fast.

Picking Marina was risky.

I knew it from the start,

but thought it was a risk worth taking.

A young and inexperienced Elvire,

with her sorrow

and premature comprehension...

Someone who knows nothing but

who suddenly understands it all.

Just through suffering...

Gotta go.

Why did

Why did

Why did you

Why did you abandon me?

Why?

Why?

Do I even know?

Why are you cursing me?

Why does what happens come to be?

Why do I no longer believe

In what made me live

and breathe?

Why does life desert its track

Because of the slightest crack?

Why with joy in the air

Must men go looking elsewhere?

Why sing of love

When it gives you the shove?

Why keep saying it's so great

When it's the rule of fate?

Why? Why? Why?

Why keep saying it's so great

When it's the rule of fate?

Why with joy in the air

Must men go looking elsewhere?

Why sing of love when

it gives you the shove?

Don't ask me why

I know no more

Than you do

Ah! Monsieur Dimanche, come in.

I'm delighted to see you

and angry that my servants

did not admit you right away.

I left orders not to be disturbed.

They were not meant for you.

You may...

Come on,

let us feel Don Juan's joy

in playing a dirty trick.

I don't want...

Ah! Monsieur Dimanche,

come in.

I'm delighted to see you

and angry that my servants

did not admit you right away.

I left orders not to be disturbed!

They were not meant for you.

No. What's going on?

Monsieur Dimanche,

come in.

I'm delighted to see you

and angry that my servants

did not admit you right away.

I left orders not to be disturbed.

They were not meant for you.

But you may..

My presence embarrasses you

and you would gladly forgo my visit.

To tell the truth,

we strangely disturb each other

and if you are weary of me,

I am as weary of your behaviour.

Are you going to ask?

Ask what?

Yes, I didn't come.

You dumped me in front of everyone.

And?

You didn't have the

decency to do it in private.

You needed an audience.

And I looked ridiculous.

In my grey tuxedo.

Not grey, black.

It wasn't a big audience.

It was a grey day.

You stopped near a statue.

The wind messed up your

hair when you called me.

Yes, I was there.

I parked, I ran, I was late,

but I was there.

I came towards the town hall.

You were at the window.

Yes.

I remember.

I looked along the street for you.

I was worried.

I looked for you.

You looked at a woman.

For a long moment.

A passer-by.

No, I was looking for you.

It was that look you give all women.

It was just a look at a passerby.

It was nothing.

Nothing at all.

You mythicize things.

You always want to believe

amazing things happen to you,

but we're ordinary.

Both of us.

Ordinary.

You mythicize what happens.

That's how trouble arises

and, after...

After, it's too late.

I have something to say about Laurent.

We're not close,

but we appreciate each other.

I'm sorry, but I overheard what he said.

What you saw on the wedding day...

On his wedding day...

That morning,

with him at the window.

All that about a look.

I was there.

I saw it too.

He was acting.

Acting?

Don't you ever do that?

It's a special moment,

you have to isolate yourself

and if someone passes you,

you put yourself in their skin.

Whose skin?

That other person's.

A stranger's.

You imagine you're the person

you're looking at.

So you perform without lines,

without a partner.

It's here.

In your mind.

He does it all the time.

He can't stop himself.

He acts all alone.

Try it yourself now.

Enter his mind.

Put yourself in his place.

Get inside him, bit by bit.

When he looks at a woman,

he imagines being with her.

See the difference?

I know him better.

Maybe not, Julie.

Maybe not.

Love you.

Well?

Spying on me?

You have the key?

An actress can obtain anything.

You want to act?

Come on.

To marry you,

I violated the sanctity of a convent.

Heaven is resentful of such acts.

Repentance seized me,

with fear of celestial wrath.

I believed our marriage

was but adultery in disguise,

drawing disgrace on us,

and that, finally

I should try to forget you

and let you return to your first chains.

Would you, Madam,

oppose such simple thoughts

and bear heaven's burden...

Wretch!

Now I know you for who you really are.

But, to my misfortune,

I have learned too late

when such knowledge

can only make me despair.

But know that your crime

will not go unpunished

and that the heaven you mock

will avenge me for your perfidy.

Sganarelle! Heaven!

We've got it.

We've finally got it.

There's something in your

performance that's more...

- Open?

- Yes, exactly.

Come and celebrate.

I don't want to go.

I want you for myself.

I realized something tonight.

What?

How can I say it?

You act better than me.

Don't be absurd.

It's true.

I realized tonight as we acted.

That's why I stopped a second.

Remember?

I couldn't go on.

It was like a revelation.

What are you looking at?

Often lovers stay focused on each other

Often a lover looks only at the other

But on the contrary

My eyes are open and see

The world around

and much more

That before I never saw

I was struck blind

But now suddenly

With you back at my side I find

That can see

I see colours and tones

I see every detail

In the heart's deepest zones

I see through the walls of a jail

Now you love me again

I see it all

Now you love me again

I see it all

I see that you're better than me

I see that you act better than me

I see it when we're on stage

It's so obvious, it's an outrage

So I sing

It's the only thing I do better than you

So I sing

I sing for you

My father was a pianist.

You knew that.

And fickle.

That, you didn't know.

What?

A person like you

is married to a humble peasant?

No.

No, no.

That profanes such beauty.

Profanes such beauty.

You weren't born to live in a village!

Heaven, through its schemes

no doubt led me here on purpose to prevent

this wedding.

We don't work on Sunday.

I think I want a child.

You never said that before.

It's a bit late.

Think.

Think for once before speaking.

We can always try.

I love the smell of you.

What are you doing here?

I was driving by with my woman

and saw you.

So I followed you.

Has she come back?

Yes.

Really?

I came back to see my daughter.

Your daughter?

I lost her.

Because of you.

You abandoned her.

I left her.

What's the difference?

Love may not last a lifetime.

Couples part every day.

It's not tragic.

It's ordinary.

It's not my fault.

Can you swear to that?

Yes.

Why is she buried here?

She loved the sea.

But why here exactly?

As you feel you've done no wrong

we'll meet again soon, as friends.

We'll celebrate love.

I can't wait.

We'll talk about all this.

We'll get to the bottom of it.

To my daughter, Delphine,

died January 28,2015

What should a father say

To young girls who are going away?

I wanted her to trust

Trust in life

What should a father say

To young girls who are going away?

I wanted her to trust

Trust in life

But not trust in him

Her smile was so sweet

As if it were a treat

For life

But why him?

He, the actor so slick

Forever egocentric

Why did he have to be

The one she fell for so quick?

Often a lover looks only at the other

Her smile was so sweet

But my words were too discreet

My little dear

Too late now

Never again will she be near

I'm expecting someone.

You like music, don't you?

Like your father.

Did you know my father?

I know a lot.

Everything interests me.

You're an actress, aren't you?

I saw you in Don Juan.

I liked you very much.

Thank you.

But I didn't like your partner.

He doesn't have your liberty.

He acts petty, dry, sour...

I love acting with him.

Really? Why?

Do you truly love him?

Yes.

Wonderful...

And does he love you?

Yes.

That's so beautiful.

Bravo.

Will he always love you?

My daughter wasn't that lucky.

She wasn't that lucky?

Sorry, the melody distracted me.

I meant she wasn't lucky

enough to be loved for long.

What did you think I meant?

I thought you might tell me something.

A secret, or some tragedy.

I wouldn't dare.

A tragedy...

No, she just thought the

man she loved could change.

But she was wrong.

She was too trusting,

you mean?

Yes, but she was my daughter.

I'd have liked to pass on trust in life.

It was for her trust that I loved

and raised her.

It was important for me.

Do you think people can change?

That's a very general topic.

It goes beyond me.

I have to go, I'm expected.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

I wish you a lot of happiness.

And a lot of trust.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Will we make it this time?

I think so.

Ask me whatever you want.

I'll just be a minute.

Julie...

Come back quick.

I'm so clumsy.

Leave it. Sit down.

Everything ok?

Fine. I was daydreaming.

About what?

I don't know.

I'd like to know.

I don't remember.

I admire my simplicity

and my soft-heartedness

in doubting a betrayal

confirmed by so much evidence.

I was generous, I confess,

or foolish, rather,

in wanting to deceive myself

and in seeking to contradict my eyes

and judgement.

Each day,

my sound suspicions spoke to me,

yet I spurned what rendered

you criminal to my eyes.

Speak, Don Juan, I beg you

and let us see how you justify yourself.

Heaven!

What do I feel?

An invisible fire burns me.

I cannot go on.

My body is an inferno!

You're so pale...

Hold me tight.

Julie, will you come to my wedding?

Yes.

When did you decide?

It was sudden.

Naël was in a hurry.

Why aren't you in bed yet?

I'm not sleepy.

I like that tune.

My father used to play it.

Better, of course.

I thought he became a bar pianist

to meet new women every night.

He gave me a taste for music.

And a distaste for seducers.

Why tell me all that?

I've had too much to drink.

So I tell my life story.

Actors are so self-centred

and indecent.

My little girl, do not cry

He'd sing that to me.

Sometimes, I had to go with him

and I'd fall asleep under the piano

When we got home, I couldn't sleep.

So he'd sing the same song.

I don't know if it's a nice memory.

I don't think so.

He sang this...

Always.

My little girl, don't cry

My little girl, never fear

Listen to your dad

My little girl never fear

The black truck with headlights

That passes on all nights

Rumbling beneath our window

As vue watch it go

Never fear those slippery tracks

Where even adults fall on their backs

You will fall my dear.

And get up without a tear

Your dad has fallen too

Falling is nothing new.

Listen to your dad

My little girl don't be sad

The one speaking is your dad

But he isn't feeling mad

The one speaking

Is your dad

He's your dad

Who loves you

Never fear the black truck with headlights

That passes on all nights

Rumbling beneath our window

As we watch it go

Never fear those slippery tracks

Where even adults fall on their backs

I'm late.

What's on your mind?

Nothing.

You like to watch.

Thanks to you, I told you.

You show me the world.

If you say so.

You make me see it differently.

If you say so.

Like my outfit?

Does it ring a bell?

I think Naël is jittery.

Well, he's getting married.

It's wonderful.

What do you think?

I'm glad you made me come.

What an idiot!

I forgot my speech.

I really wanted to give one.

I'll go to the hotel

and be right back.

A speech?

You hate speeches.

That's weird.

- You'll hurry back?

- Right away.

See you later.

I wish you a lot of happiness.

Thank you.

Bravo.

Thank you.

I'd like my wedding to Julie

this autumn to be as good.

With the sea close by.

But Julie prefers the city.

We haven't decided yet.

What do you say?

City or sea?

I don't know.

Tonight it's my wedding.

I like flowers.

Marry me.

Let us be twelve months

Twenty-four hours out of twenty-three...

Who's this fellow?

Laurent invited me.

Welcome then.

Violet.

An unconventional colour.

- Do you like it?

- Violets...

My daughter's favourite flower.

Your daughter...

Oh, if only you knew...

There's so much love here.

It's overwhelming.

Even the moon above your head is...

You can't imagine...

I'll invite you too.

I don't know...

It's me.

I didn't have the courage earlier.

How can I explain

I wish I could have played music for you.

It would have been clearer,

more evocative than ridiculous,

trite words.

I'm ridiculous, I know,

and you're waiting for me.

It's over.

You, me, acting together.

It's over.

Now I know you for who you really are.

But to my misfortune,

I've learned too late

when such knowledge

can only make me despair.

It's because of the scarf!

A teacher doesn't wear such a scarf.

It confused the students.

You were a redhead.

You seem younger.

I don't understand.

Always laughing like an idiot.

At the hotel.

The lights went out.

You hit me!

It left scars on my face.

You were listening to music.

It's you.

Asshole!

Thank you.

You don't treat women that way.

What women?

All of them.

You're late.

That's true. Sorry.

You should say one

last word to the audience,

Don Juan.

This old gentleman

is the father of a woman I loved.

He addresses me as "Don Juan".

I perceive the irony.

But it doesn't affect me.

I'm just an actor.

In life, I don't act.

This old gentleman

makes allusions to the theatre,

wedding of two people I like a lot.

And I'm not alone.

Lots of women came back

to celebrate this wedding with

Tonight

I will dance with them.

And, above all,

with one woman who will be back soon too.

I'm sure of it.

She had prepared a speech

and I'm making one instead.

It's strange.

So let him look at us

and break glasses if he likes!

Julie will be back.

I'm just an actor.

Cheers!

Just an actor.

There...

I've finished.

I'll wait for Julie.

I feel a bit...

Did you like the play?

The actress above all.

Why?

She can play anything.

What does that mean?

She can play all women.

What does that mean exactly?

She's not a one-role actress.

Are there really one-role actors?

Yes.

Really?

How do you know?

Is it your profession?

Not anymore.

Were you an actor before?

We'll leave you.

I BELIEVE

IN YOU NO LONGER