Quando l'amore è oscenità (1980) Movie Script

Good evening, sir.

Thank you.

Justine!

No, come on!

Come here.

Come here!

This way.

Come on!

This way.

Come here.

No, sir, I'm not cold any more.

Your deceit hurt me,

I still feel it...

But there isn't one reason why

I should give up on you.

Look for it, out of respect

for my dignity as a woman...

You don't have the right to be discouraged

just because I stirred your imagination.

It's become an obsession for you.

but if you really want me to respect you...

- Then give yourself to me.

- Marco! What do you mean?

What are you trying to say?

That you'd be capable of raping me?

That's what you're trying lo say, isn't it?

Don't you realise?

I'm old enough to know what's righl...

and I know exactly what

I want from you.

To look at you, you

seem like a gentleman...

but l'll tear out your desire

with my teeth!

- You'll still be mine!

- Nol

No!

Mireille!

Mireille, stop!

Help!

Please stop!

- What's going on?

- He's a brute, he's following me!

Come on, get in.

He saw us!

We're far away from him.

He's almost out of sight.

Change route.

Go that way.

- Turn!

- You'll crash the car!

Tell me earlier!

- There he goes.

- He's a thug!

He won't get far in that piece of junk.

It's a good thing you found me.

- You know you've got a pretty face.

- What are you doing?

I'm touching you.

Come on, don't be like that.

Come on, don't push me away.

Have you seen an old Fiat with

a baggage rack go past?

Yes, it was heading for the

demolition yard.

Asshole!

I'm a real nice guy.

Are you biting me?

That isn't polite.

So much for small talk!

I must get to you, Mireille!

I behaved like a scumbag.

I want to apologise, to explain!

Come on, behave!

You're a feisty one!

I'm going to have you, bitch!

You can count on it!

No, I don't want to!

I'm still going to have you.

Calm down, you idiot!

I don't want to!

Where are you going?

You did it with him,

now it's my turn!

Look at her!

Look at the bitch!

I don't want to!

Look... Look!

- Let go of me!

- Stay still.

Fuck her!

I don't want to!

She wants you!

Mireille!

Watch out!

Be careful!

Marlon!

Stop!

Marlon!

- What are you doing?

- I got him.

Run!

Marlon!

Why?

Why did all this happen?

I ask you, why should we be subjected

to this mental and physical abuse...

Because l'm sure that if you'd

done it to me...

To answer your quesiion, it was clearly

you who exercised violence against me...

Forcing me to accept the idea

of this round table...

By threatening to reveal dark

secrets to my family...

Which would have tarnished me,

according to you, naturally.

I'm the one who induced her to

force you to attend this meeting...

Lady Diana, Marlon the actor,

and the others present here.

Mireille, they violated

your dignity as a woman...

They invaded your personal

space...

Robbing you of your basic right to

be yourself in any given relationship.

I swear I never even touched her.

Violence isn't only doing something

physically against another individual...

But it's also abusing the good

faith of others to victimise them.

Leaving them with a feeling

of rancour, of distrust.

Look, before I became

a businessman...

I prided myself on being without fault.

Seeing the male with his bare chest.

her sexual cravings came to the surface...

And she uncovered her breasts.

So I intervened.

Cover your breasts and keep them safe

because they're the evidence!

I'm arresting you for inciting

libidinous thoughts in innocent minors...

In addition to which,

I'm arresting you for obscenity!

Do you realise, Mr. Anselmo,

what it means for a woman today...

To have to deal with the consequences of

being accused of lewd acts and obscenity?

They're shameful crimes that

debase a person's values...

And, for a young person...

This can create feelings of shame

that are hard to recover from.

You weren't doing your duty...

In my opinion you were drowning an

instinctive feeling of resentment...

For the desirability of the body of

a woman you only looked upon as flesh.

Who you didn't have the courage

to ask for a bit of love.

And your desire was stimulated by

a form of mental masturbation...

That made you feel like both

master and servant at the same time.

The accusation you're rallying

against him is splendid...

But when Mireille came to you

for guidance...

For the violence she had suffered,

of which I was the cause, involuntarily...

What did you do?

Wifh the excuse of wanting to see

proof of the abuse she had suffered...

I made her get into my bath, naked,

then I got undressed as well.

Hold her the cold water would bring out

the bruises so l could photograph them.

It was too late when she realised

I was a frustrated sadist...

Perhaps even worse than those

thugs who had raped her.

The purity nurtured in a breath,

or a subdued closeness...

But for he, now, it's just

a fading point in the distance...

We tore it from her.

Or the conscience of my crimes, at least.

Yes, this does you justice.

- Can you explain yourself more clearly?

- It was a simple case of jealousy...

The guy I was chasing fell

in love wiih her...

So, to get back at them,

I tried to get them to hate each other.

I paid someone to do it.

But Mireille had seen them.

Herbert!

Then he heard Mireille,

so he hid behind the blonde...

To make it look like they

were arguing on the beach.

Die!

Let go of her!

Please!

Let go of her!

What is a game?

Nothing.

But when our games are projected on

others they end up creating fractures...

Where it's difficult to predict the outcome.

To exact revenge...

Luana used a woman who had been forced

by men to do the most humiliating job...

Against another woman, whose feelings

she hadn't taken into account.

Ii caused Mireille to be

annoyed wiih her boyfriend...

And with good reason, my dear Luana...

Because don't forget that two

youngsters in love...

Live in an ecstasy that takes

them out of this world.

When a bee stings, it's over.

I don't see myself as a bee!

A monkey, perhaps, that's

drowning under a metre of water!

He came to help me but he floundered

and we both ended up swallowing water.

The beach was getting further away.

The fear!

We were going i0 drown!

Then, when I felt his feei

touch me...

I felt the curious desire to ride him!

To laugh!

And I considered her an intruder!

But the contact with his skin

excited me, unexpectedly.

The more I touched I him,

the more I wasn't myself.

His skin drove me into an absurd frenzy.

And Mireille, too.

She was incredibly taken by

that drunken moment.

But l'm not a normal woman...

And it wasn't in me to do

what I did, or to rape anyone!

But you did it, and you were

gambling with my body again...

A body I now hate, because

I don't know who I am any more...

Or what I want?

And my aspirations as a woman?

There's no need to turn it into a crisis...

Just try to understand the

reason why respectable people...

Are such victims of their basic instincts

that their desires become distorted...

Because we are talking about desire...

Into a spontaneous game of affinity.

Perhaps it was the

resentment of our spent youth?

There are many reasons...

Man has encouraged women

to behave seductively...

And this creates a conflict in

men like Mr. Anselmi.

On the one hand, he likes a woman

who's so welcoming, she tempts him...

On the other, he doesn't feel confident

enough to bear the comparison...

So, to hide his weakness,

he makes her less aggressive...

Making him feel like the master,

and he believes it.

In reality, he's the victim of someone

who knows what a woman's role is...

And he conjures up a variety of sensations

in her mind that frustrate her...

And they unleash the worst

violence in him...

When the circumstances favour it.

A woman's role, handed down over

ihe years, is humiliating...

Just as the role of ihe man

as master is humiliating.

In truth, the relationship between the sexes

is part of the marvellous balance of nature.

And it is the law of nature.

So that every individual has the

possibility io choose...

And to have second thoughts.

But man wanted to create his own laws...

And to impose them the punishment

for sex was flagellation...

Which has always been

identified with women.

This is how the victimisation

of women began.

Being usually identified with sex...

They became a sacrificial element

for satanic sects.

Where sado-masochistic perversions were

unleashed in orgiastic black masses.

Each ritual performed in

the shadows of deviant idols.

The sun that nourishes our totem...

Commands you, woman,

to light your femininity...

For you are the fertile earth

of our tribe.

And we can still talk about the systematic

exploitation of a woman's body...

For squalid spectacles which excite

the more perverted sensations.

Some drugs and the naive girls

start feeling excited...

Perhaps also believing in

a professionalism...

That is still only the prostitution

of one's own body.

And, for women, these sensory contortions...

Exploded in 1731, with the arrival of

the Convulsionnaires of Saint-Médard.

A sect still currently operating in

America by the name of BlackWhile.

In the woodlands surrounding

the cemetery in St-Médard...

They prayed to both mother

nature and Satan.

The sacrificial altars were

made out of oak tree trunks...

Underneath which they say the

mandrake root grows.

This mam, already known to Hippocrates...

Who had discovered that iis

roois had aphrodisiac properties.

Mentioned in the bible...

Where it states that Rachel becomes

a mother after drinking its juice.

And studied in the 1600s

by Lorenzo Catelo.

Who specified that the roots

from this plant...

Are nothing more than virile sperm...

Which broughi Larousse Parelian to

conclude that the smoke from this root...

Induced a state of excitement

that bordered on insanity.

What happens today, in the

forests of California...

Happened before in French

woodlands during the 1700's.

Satan!

No, no.

And, with the woman as an object of

possession and sado-masochistic exploitation...

in New York, the Babiniotis Rapius

insists suitable virgins...

Manipulaied by psychedelic lights

and a diet of Oriental drugs...

Urinate in public to purify ihemselves

and be worthy of their grand masier...

Who will put the seed into their body

that should give birth to the new messiah.

Squeeze!

Satan, our master...

Restore the cradle in your bowels

for the new messiah of darkness!

I can already feel the heai

of the black angel.

I have submitted my virginity to

all the rituals, grand master.

We'll sacrifice it for Satan

and for nature.

From whence we came.

For his glory.

I'm ready, grand master.

I drank Satan's blood to be ready.

I, humbly chosen, will celebrate

lhe sacrifice with you, virgin.

Yes, now.

Immediately.

I will kiss your hand ihai

will prove my virginity.

Certainly.

Try to believe.

It hurts.

Are you also pure of thought?

- Yes.

Turn around.

- I drank his blood...

I must obey him.

Satan.

My virginity, my life...

I give everyihing to you because

you're the beautiful angel.

I want the black messiah!

I want the messiah!

No, why from behind?

Your bride,

beautiful Satan...

doesn'! want me to look at you

while I put his seed in you.

Don't you suspeci ihai the woman is

playing up this role of ihe victim?

No, quite the opposite...

Because without Dr. Roberts forcing her

to blackmail us, we wouldn't be here.

She isn't the victim here,

but she has suffered...

At the hands of Marlon, because she

could, she ran away without hesitating.

Marlon should also tell us how

menial suffering...

He put this girl through before

she decided to act?

Probably as much as you when you dared to

defend your crimes of libidinous obscenity.

That is, a woman,

just because she's a woman...

Always provokes a morbid

reaction in individuals like you.

L'd like to talk about that.

Bui now with you...

Not with you, Mireille.

But with them.

Not with him, the great Marlon, but with

that kid who goes to work on a motorbike.

Not with you, or with you...

With you!

Wilh that lady there!

With those honest youths.

With those hard working people.

With everyone!

To make them see that l'm right.

You only need to go out and

ask women who satisfied they are...

And whether they've managed to

find fulfilling relationships.

Excuse me.

We're writing an article

for a newspaper...

We'd like to know if you're satisfied

with your condition as as woman?

Sure, I married the man

I love...

We still love each other like

lhe firsl day we met.

He always comes home happy, smiling!

He kisses me,

asks me how my morning was?

He always brings me a litlle

trinket, everyday.

We talk, he tells me about his day,

asks for my advice...

And then, he never forgets

to compliment me on my cooking!

And how enjoys it!

Because, he says...

"It's seasoned with so much love!"

What is this shit?

It's all Tomasds fault!

"Marry Rosalia", he said...

Don't speak!

You're a dishonest virgin!

You're so beautiful.

Scratch!

Harder!

Fuck me!

You have golden hands!

But I'm going to keep you a virgin

io make sure you don'i cheat on mei

it's incredible to believe, but let's

lislen lo a lady who will excuse us...

If was ask her how she was able to cope

with life after her husband left her...

And whether she encountered any

difficulties because she was a woman.

What could I do?

I closed my eyes to those who

stretched out their hands...

You should have seen them!

They were disgusting!

But I'm honest!

I've never taken my knickers off!

I only go there to take

my little girl to dance school...

Home, school. school. home...

Always on her feet. but she doesn't chat!

Honestly, she's just like her mother.

She doesn't get too familiar for free!

A flower! But you have to give

her space if you want to smell her!

I'm raising her on milk, honey

and lots of love.

She's got long thighs

and eyes to die for!

She's not missing anything

to knock someone out!

And if her cheating

father ever shows up...

Who left her with me,

and disappeared...

I'll throw a big party to make him

wish he had never been born!

My little girl wants to be a feminist

but she's going to struggle...

You have to suck it from a man to get

back all the things grandma gave you!

Yes!

Sure, honey!

You know how my mother is.

She drives me nuts sometimes.

She's very worried about that

debt I mentioned last time.

You paid it?

All that money!

Thank you. you really

can ask me for anything...

But you know l'm a virgin!

Yes, you're making me nervous!

I swear you'll be my first man

if you take care of me.

- You've got so much money!

- You'll be mine?

- Yes, my love.

- You'll be rich!

- I'll be yours!

- You'll have everything you want!

- Kiss me!

- But I warn you, I can't leave my wife.

- I don't care, I love you!

- Put the phone on your breasts...

I want to hear you breathing.

Your fresh skin.

- Yes!

- Listen!

- I hear you.

- I love you.

Rub the phone all over your body.

Make me feel young again.

Excite me and I'll make you rich!

Stroke your neck thinking

of my hand.

I'll give you a pearl necklace.

Bring my voice to your breasts.

My love!

How I feel you!

I want to go on a trip...

On your yacht.

But with mummy,

so she'll be happy as well!

You, me, and mummy!

- Do you respect women?

- Christ, who doesn't?

- Men, usually.

- You're joking!

Look, I picked up the girl I like.

She's there, in that van.

She doesn't miss out on anything.

Given that I'm broke...

I share her with my friend.

She makes us happy...

She mends our socks and lives like

a lady, with two entrances!

Now she's doing it with Gigi.

You're better!

The last one is always the

best one, right?

If anyone disrespects her,

there are two of us to defend her.

We're just careful not have to kids,

so we don't fight about being the father.

Excuse me, we're carrying out

a sociological survey...

We'd like to know what you

think about women's conditions...

And what your relationship is

like with women.

- Are you married?

- Yes, we love each other, we're happy.

- Does your wife work?

- Yes, she's a teacher, we're colleagues.

My hobby is fishing and she's very

understanding about ii.

When I get back she's usually

sleeping like an angel...

We have a mutual understanding.

We never argue or say things

we don't mean...

We live in an idyllic harmony

our marriage is based on.

It's like a dream.

When will it end?

The loneliness, and lhe waiting?

The waiting... The waiting!

Hold you many times,

why don't we have a baby?

Then you'd have company.

I know you, you want me lo have lots

of children so l'll take care of them...

And you'll be free to go

wherever you want!

No!

I love you, you fool.

And I want you!

No!

Not from the front!

What ifl become pregnanl?

I'll still make you happy.

Yes!

You want to hear about the

modern knights, or the past?

You are a vision of tiredness

and submission.

Pigs, fuck off!

What meaning does your life have?

And what meaning do you

give to your relationships...

in your modern condition

as woman and man?

We'd like honest answers,

if you feel like answering.

- I'm in.

- Me too.

- Everything's okay.

- Have you ever hit a woman?

I've got this motorbike

that I use to capture them...

I say capture them, but they're

the ones that capture me...

If you're not careful they'll fuck you

in the ass without butter...

They're all dirty feminists!

I take the pill, I fuck who and when I like

and I try to enjoy it.

I've got some feelings,

but where do I put them?

Poor thing, he's got feelings!

Stick them up your ass!

Listen, you men have

been screwing us for centuries...

Now flip out!

And climb out of the pulpit...

Sprint like Goldrake!

l'll screw whoever's first...

The last one can sit there and watch!

- How can you accept?

- If you want a fuck...

Are you there?

Ready!

Go!

You're mine!

Catch!

It's established that we

don't hurt anyone!

- You're lost in your decay!

- Don't take it out on us...

The old folks left the decay.

I was deflowered by a

lawyer at my workplace...

while I was preparing the

case file to defend a rape victim.

Excuse me, lady.

Yes, you.

We'd like to ask you some questions

about your condiiions as a woman...

You don'! have to reply,

but if you do, you must be honest.

- Of course I'm honest, I'm a whore!

- It's unthinkable!

The only thing coming out of her

mouth will be absurd obscenities!

Are you kidding?

What obscenities?

I'm an honest slut!

Firulina, assure me this gentleman

isn't a gentlemen but a pervert!

I'll tell you the kind of

people I have to work with!

Because they all turn up

in double breasted jackets.

I don't want to swear in front of Firulina.

I ended up a hooker, and that's okay...

But the other night some

brown noser turned up who...

I'm telling you, I was quietly

going about my business.

- Does your pussy work?

- Yes.

Then let's get together!

Don't move.

- You got all your teeth?

- Yellow!

- How much an hour?

- 20,000.

- Shall we go?

- You're going to cost me a fortune!

If I wasn't so reserved

I'd get a discount.

But this is your patch.

Get in!

Get in.

Let's go.

- Are you clean?

- Yes.

Don'! just stand there!

But that's a donkey!

What's got into you?

I screw people, not donkeys!

Cicci is one of the best donkeys in

the tand, you should feel honoured!

Go to hell, you and Cicci!

Yes, I'm whore. and I give

satisfaction...

But l'm not into donkeys.

Got it?

But I'm not a cow, you pumpkin!

I'll show you!

I'll kick your nuts so hard theyll swell!

Whore, woman!

Damn you!

Stay still, l'll brush you!

Stroke him, stroke him!

Every month we honour her

poor husband's death.

It was my fault because he had

a heart while we were doing it.

So this joke is his tomb.

I would make an offering of whisky.

He was always getting drunk.

I am Procopio's tomb...

and he pleasantly rests inside me.

I will nourish your grave with

the popcorn you liked so much!

Take it.

I despise your death!

So I will search your grave...

for what you left when you were alive,

the pleasure thafs broken inside her!

Procopio!

He loved popcorn!

Put it in his grave,

so he may taste it again!

For me!

In honour of Procopio.

Satisfy him!

But the sun also turns against

man, when a man replies like that.

Women don't interest me.

Only children exciie me.

I spy on them even/where,

to capture the moment...

And get my hands on them.

It's a surprising portrait of the truth

that anyone can verify looking around...

Denying it is like denying ihe

existence of the sun.

Man has enslaved women

throughout history...

But this condition has come back to hit

him like a boomerang, castraiting him.

A castration that's saturated in

violence, physically and morally...

But against us!

Mireille's act of blackmail has

highlighted the main problem...

We're all victims of the same violence.

I'd like to identify the causes

that triggered this mechanism...

Not just yours,

but also more general ones.

I don't consider myself either

frustrated or castrated...

- Therefore, I don't see the necessity.

- You're the worst among us!

I'm not ashamed to reveal episodes

from my past that haunt me.

Every last thought, I see them all!

With fury!

They attack me,

and they're always the same!

Why?

I eat an apple while I'm taking a leak,

and my aunt shouts at me.

I enter bathroom wtthout knocking

and my mother feels caught in the act.

And she scolds me.

I lick my hands, dirty with jam...

The sky falls.

I run otf with a girl to go toilet.

It's the end of the world.

An obsessive repression:

"No, no, no, you can't do that. "

"You can't touch that. "

"Don't look at thai, it's dirty!"

She unleashed a monsier in me

that tormented me at night, in the dark.

Perhaps there was a small corner

of my mind that will sllll pure...

that was driven by instinct,

wtthout conscience or malice.

But someone made sure they

took that away from me as well.

Never touch a girl,

or look at them naked...

It's impure!

Never touch their legs or their knickers!

The Devil will make you

think lots of evil thoughts!

You shouldn't even touch yourself!

They're all terrible sins that

will lead you straight lo helll

All of them!

Childhood games became

forbidden games in the dark.

Everylhing was a sin.

And l felt the flames of hell

in everything.

With no one to talk to,

I turned to whiskey and drugs...

and the twisted caresses certain members

of the family would allow themselves.

I felt a rage inside of me

that left me blind to reason.

For every dark area

you can find the light...

Even if it's a psychological darkness.

To fight it, you must live

out your dream...

and let yourself go,

following your instincts.

Here, now, with no regard

for anyone or anything.

Mireille, you were one of my victims,

will you accept the risk?

And the others?

Given that this meeting has been

nothing but a farce...

i don't feel like continuing.

Also because I don't see how

any of this applies to me.

I'm willing to take pan in any test.

If it's necessary,

then I'm not afraid.

It will be a test of the truth!

It can't hurt us as much as

the truth already has.

I'm prepared to do whatever it takes.

Come on, lawyer!

When I've drugged myself in hate,

defend yourselves!

Or support me!

But don't try to restrain me

because all you see is hate!

Hate!

Don't untie me.

Don't untie me!

Out of the way!

What are you doing?

- Clean the donkey!

- Stop!

You're lucky with the ladies.

I'll make you forget about them!

I want to watch you caress her!

Caress her!

Now bite her!

Good, like that!

That's enough!

I can't stand it any more.

You may calm my fever

bul you'll never get rid of it!

l could kill,

bul then I'd still want to kill...

Because the poison they

nurtured in me has deep roots!

It will be years before before I can

breathe freely in this life as a man!

I want to know what meat one must

nurture so as not it damage your face?

No!

Not like that, with him!

Not like that!

I don't want it any more!

I thought I would burn you,

and light you with pleasure.

That's my weak spot!

So you too have a hidden poison that

siirs inside of you, respeciabie Anselmo.

The poison is in me...

but I'm not ashamed.

Turn me upside down!

Take me!

- Wait.

- Take me!

Harder!

- Harder!

- Yes!

Please!

Now... Now!

My love!

Don't let it get to you, Mireille.

Take it as it comes...

Because, in reality, we're all uninhibited...

Either from sex, from colour,

or human presumption.

What about the hate they created

in me against my own body?

What do I do with it?

Throw it against the obscenities

to find love again.

Quando l'amore è oscenità (1980) - full transcript