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Do that young artist know him?
Unfortunately yes,
It's not famous ,,, is it?
Modigliani? Only in his mind,
It seems famous,
It is just another rat in the Gauche ban,
And it's also Jewish!
A real bohemian, Very exotic!
- Belgian! - Yes! How did you understand it?
Because, in Paris the artists are as exotic as pigeons,
They come to droves, They sell crusts and sketches
To buy the wine and convince yourself that you are the next Picasso,
How did you say it's called?
Believe me, it's not worth mentioning,
Tell me what he thinks about it,
Be sincere, I insist,
It is certainly ,,,
unique,
Really? And what word would you use?
I do not know,
It seems to have the eyes of a dead fish,
I find them pretty,
No! The pleasure of his company is sufficient,
I insist, I really like it,
Thank you,
I will not forget his generosity,
Goodbye!
Hey, you, small Jew!
Come here!
My wife wants a portrait,
I give you five francs,
Thanks for your offer,
But I fear I have to decline,
Painting his dear wife would be a battle for me
that I am afraid of not being able to win,
I know I would never be able to grasp
The pain, the suffering that its poor eyes emanate,
What suffering is talking about?
Did he say suffering? I don't suffer,
I suffer!
It is a question of principle,
Do you want me to show
them what I mean by suffering?
I do not understand how
this beautiful lady can
live with someone so
hardship, inexplicably, incredibly ,,,
- Vile? - How dares!
Back here, boy!
Do you know who I'm?
Do not kill the artist,
It's armed!
Not to mention the suffering that his wife suffers from
his inability to pollinate his flower with his sausage Moscia,
Madam, the eyes are covered,
This is what he wants,
I have everything under control, He cut his pea,
Those tables are reserved for members,
Bastard! Pig!
I correct it, neither bastard nor pig: Amedeo
Modigliani, Italian artist, Jewish, I speak French,
Stopped!
Now I take it!
Quiet, it's all under control,
I install it!
Modì, remember me!
Don't look, dear,
Beatrice? Open,
I know you are there,
Come on, I feel your smell,
Please, open,
I'm in shit,
The police hunt me out,
Beatrice!
Is there a man in there?
I know there is a man, Open!
No, idiot and I want it to remain such,
- Listen, the situation is serious, - It's always serious,
And it is always a struggle and tonight I have neither time nor the desire,
- I'm in shit to the neck, - Me too,
I have to deliver a article in the morning and I didn't write a word,
They will bang me in prison, You have to hide me,
Plan to do the dramatic,
Look at my hand!
Oh my God, honey, you're injured!
This was what I tried to tell you!
Poor! What happened to you?
I broke through the Dôme showcase,
- You won't mean that wonderful ,,, - Yes!
Destroyed,
Here you are!
What?
Love, you are a genius!
Are they? That is, yes, but why?
How can an artist create in front of so much destruction?
After all, he must depict the world around him! Yours is a declaration:
Destruction is creation,
"The fear of external annihilation,
which manifests itself in the artist as a conscious iconoclastic ",
Or such a thing,
- It wasn't a manifesto, it was an accident, - Yes, but they don't know it,
You have been of great help!
- Wait,,, - What?
Have you heard a single word I said?
I am dying!
I need you, open, please,
- Come on, I'm dying, - Love,,,
You are a spoiled child,
You want what you want when you want it,
You don't need me,
You want me,
Unfortunately what you need is a glass, or rather more than one
And also some point of suture,
And I need to write all this before you forget it,
But I'll find you when I will find you,
- Zbo was looking for you, - Zbo? Really?
Why?
Passed this morning, he blathew of a collector,
- He wants to speak to you immediately, - Which collector?
You know he never listens to him,
Now, please see you in the morning,
How can you call you defenders
of art when the louvre walls are
empty, for fear of German bombs?
You will become my friend ,,,
What the fuck does it do?
Utrillo enrolled,
Everything is fine, my friend,
And what the fuck are you doing?
Look, he is my friend Steve,
You know that Napoleon
it was constituted,
completely, for two months?
Yet he continued to fight,
Two months!
For nine weeks!
Bel brown,
That's what I think too,
"And if you really have to draw, Draw a line in the sand ",
Who is with me?
Leave me!
You will not go to war!
You would listen to him, If you knew what I know,
What do you know, asshole?
Asshole?
I know several things, to tell the truth,
For example, I know that the man who carries on the shoulder
It has a big problem that could become yours at any time,
This man is sick,
Everyone knows that he urinates on him
Every three minutes,
So, I was in you ,,,
It's very true, I swear,
- I have to go to the bathroom, - Shut up!
Nobody going to piss tonight!
I now go to ,,,
Pissed, in agreement?
Right decision,
But you are wrong on one thing: asshole ,,,
We both know what an asshole is,
- Right? - How?
I am not an asshole,
But if insists, We can deepen the topic,
Guys, it's time to go,
- Fuck, asshole ,,, - Fuck!
Your hand losing blood,
- Yes, I lose blood, - Lose blood,
I knew about the catastrophe that
you combined at the Café Le Dôme,
- How did you know? - men in blue uniform,
They came to look for you here,
He means the police,
Vaffanculo, did they say my name?
- Fuck me? - Fuck you!
Of course, they asked for you, What can I do?
I have to leave Paris, I have to hide,
And where will you go?
Everywhere,
Maybe in Livorno,
- I die of hunger, - Me too,
Is there some pasta?
And another bottle, thanks,
Fun!
As soon as you have paid that ,,,
And that of last night and three in the evening before,
Three?
A scarce!
Soutine, I hate having to ask ,,,
I too be ,,,
to red,
To the green,
- Why do you have a fly on your face? - Fly?
Yes,
Which Moscow to talk about?
Yes, I see!
A Moscow!
What is Moscow crazy about my face?
It does not move,
- Why don't Moscow move? - rests,
She died,
What to do with dead Moscow?
Mandla away,
- Now? - No, tomorrow,
Do you want to keep it in the afterlife?
You do, please,
Please, do you,
How disgusting!
Moscow feel better,
I still have a cockroach!
Cockroach!
Rosie?
This is worth something?
It's a masterpiece!
Enough to weld our debt?
Not even remotely!
Come on, Rosie! Dear, Rosie!
I thought I was understanding towards the problems of the artists,
I beg you,
We are thirsty, we have to drink, We are hungry, we have to eat,
Look, I heard you!
I speak Italian ,,,
He is silent and sit,
A man cannot die sober just because his fault is ,,,
have empty pockets,
In a few days, another man will come who will wear those trousers,
And then he will die too,
Please, Rosie,
Thanks, you are a saint,
Let's go,
Thank you,
- You see to return, - Contact!
Escape pee,
He runs away to everyone, Chaïm,
What luck,
Yes, always if it comes out!
I piss and go home,
You come with me from Zbo,
What does this insect do me?
It looks like lobster that I slide my pea,
I guess you have the plate!
No, look,
Modì, you go, I spin the monkey,
Agree,
Where to have taken that pea?
In Montmartre,
HI,
- I can? - Please,
Sorry for the hour,
I am happy that you came, Do you want something to eat?
Hanka came out with friends, But there should be pierrogi,
No, Zbo, I can't stop,
Utrillo and Soutine are below who keep a cockroach at bay,
I just want to know if you sold something,
No, but I have something better,
A collector, Beatrice told me,
I thought you would have been more excited,
Can you lend me some money?
So as to leave the city,
- Two hundred francs should be enough, - Why?
Have you caused another fight?
Fuck, too?
Typical your!
It wasn't even my fault even,
It seems to me ,,,
that this city is on me,
I am on something too,
This time, real money,
Five thousand canvas, this is what pays,
Zbo, I don't need so much money,
So to go home,
And the recognition?
You still need that,
Gnegnat said fashion,
- Once ,,, - Do you mean Maurice Gnegnat?
Just him,
From what I know Gnegnat collects Renoir, Cézanne ,,,
- It wouldn't even pisse on my canvases, - Five years ago, not even on Picasso's canvases,
Now it can buy how many you want! I sent him your sketch,
- Do you know what he said? - What?
He said he was ,,,
interesting,
Interesting? That's all?
I have a good presentiment,
He is going to Nice,
To see me?
No, to see me, I will introduce him to your work,
- It will be here in two days, wait for it, - I can't wait long,
Do you go right now?
- What if you are wrong? - So what?
He has been waiting for one like Gnegnat for ten years,
After all the waste, What will be one more?
- Easy for you, - Why?
- They don't refuse you, - You are injured!
It is the hand with which you draw!
Worsens,
Did you tell Beatrice?
No, he will find out when I will be dead,
Don't say so,
If you die, I will have nothing to sell,
I can leave you some soutine, in the will,
There is a glass splinter,
Wait, I'll be back immediately,
Hey, this shouldn't be here!
You are not over yet,
Which sketch liked to gnegnat?
Beatrice's nude,
He also liked Carco, but he said
that according to him he is not over,
In fact it is not, I'm still working on it,
Carco will come tomorrow,
If you have something new, take it,
Maybe he will write something,
I was right, there was a splinter,
Can you tighten your fist?
Yes,
Well, then you can keep the brush,
It is already something,
Yeah ,,, it's something,
- Gnegnat arrives in two days, then? - The day after tomorrow,
- What do I do until then? - Eat something,
Drink, have sex,
If the thing is wrong, it will remain enough for the train ticket,
Two days, my friend, two days!
And the whole world will know ,,,
Modigliani,
- Give me! - It's my Steve,
Free it!
Let it go!
You don't like you, he loved me,
- Leave it! - My friend,
- It is not, - You don't like you,
He wants to be free!
Kissed me ,,,
on the mouth,
Who?
Zbo,
No!
Yes,
I heard,,,
Every single hair ,,,
of his beard,
How disgusting!
Hey, don't cheat! Leave it!
- I no baro! - You Bari!
Soutine,
my friend,
One tells you one who really experienced
the experience of being locked up in the asylum,
And I speak to one who should certainly be locked up,
- That is you! The cockroach, - Cockroach?
- It's you, - I?
That is, it is me, it
is modì, it's all of us!
I do not,
Free the cockroach,
So we too ,,,
We will be free,
And like your friend, I order it!
Agree,
Now he goes, my friend,
Free,
- That's better, - Prepare,
- No, this is not! - One!
- Not again! - Two!
Three!
Piece of shit!
If you really have to ,,,
You kissed!
You used three fingers on all my ears!
You used three fingers!
- Please, - Three fingers!
Please,
Please!
Asshole,
I don't feel good,
But I have these,
You have money!
Yes!
- Modì, give me a kiss, - Fuck,
I am hungry,
I would give head for a plate of spaghetti,
Give me the pasta!
Come on the money,
Bring a bottle of Sambuca, It is Utrillo's last evening,
- Already! - And a glass for you too,
Certain,
You know ,,,
You should enlist you too,
The police would never find you at the front,
You're right, you are a genius,
They would not find me at the front,
because I would be buried next to you, idiot!
Listen,,,
- Everything OK? - Are you OK?
Everything is fine?
Stop, stop ,,,
Where are we going?
Us,,,
We must tune in with our internal compass,
On that side,
What to be this smell I feel?
Do you feel this smell?
Yes, look in the underwear!
Already done,
Then the teeth,
- You have a horrible breath, - I wouldn't say,
Look!
Do you see?
Wonder!
The red, the yellow ,,,
Beautiful, but so ,,,
solitary,
Don't deserve it,
The butcher does not be sensitive, it models,
I know,
Let's go,
No,
I want,,,
stay with cow,
Come on, let's go,
I stay with this ,,,
Cow alone,
I give her a name,
What is his name?
I call it ,,,
Rembrandt,
We have to talk about soutine,
That boot pound ,,,
who has always made me shit below,
He kept her with a really surprised anger,
There was a real threat in his eyes,
Yet he is the least violent person who knows,
Yes, he was ready to die,
Yes, for us!
I know,
As soon as I saw it, I came to piss,
It was very strange,
Life is strange, my friend,
Nowadays, they would piser you in the face,
swear, at the same time,
Which is only rain,
But there is something more important to consider,
My country is dying,
I paint Paris,
But I don't see Paris anymore,
What is most important?
Use my hand to keep the brush
or to protect
The foundations of my blood?
War is everywhere, open your eyes,
Nothing more urges my brush to speak,
Paris is my purpose of life,
My muse,
It is my city, but he is dying, my friend,
It is becoming rubble and I have to protect it,
I understand you, but trust
me, this world will no longer be there anymore,
Paris is not lost,
I have to go, it's late,
For what? What the fuck do you have to do?
War!
But of course, are you stupid?
Without Paris, they are nothing,
We are nothing,
And I don't do it only for me,
I do it for you,
for all of us,
Do you understand?
- Are you serious? - Yes,
Come on, you will not really go to war!
- Are you crazy? - Yes,
You always say you will do it, But you never do it,
More reason to reveal you,
my dear friend, Something that you already know very well,
I refer,
So what?
Da Vinci did it,
And I am a man of speech,
- Do you understand that the war is? - Yes,
- They can blow your head, - Yes!
I think you have already predicted it,
Don't be a asshole, I paid you a bottle,
You don't be an asshole!
You are the best painter I know,
There is no one like you,
Why do you do it?
You are not a soldier, you are an artist,
Can you greet Soutine on my part?
Certain,
And I recommend, look at your back,
Do you know what I mean?
Keep,
You take,
Sell ​​it, maybe you pay us to drink,
Keep those bastards away from the Louvre,
Of course,
See you, my friend,
Do you really think I won't do it?
No,
Really?
I'll let you know,
Modì, alarm clock!
Hate!
Everything is fine,
Did you take something?
What did you take?
I do not know,
I saw death,
I thought I had an epileptic crisis,
What a fear!
It was horrible,
This is mine,
I thought Rivolessi,
I found it coming here,
He was on the bridge, he appeared from your bag,
I seemed to look at a ghost,
- It's not over, - Obvious!
I'm not blind, I see it,
Really?
It's over,
It is perfect,
I didn't want to,
You know I have always liked these things,
Are you sure you want to start sculpting again?
I thought I had stopped because of the dust,
He will do me well to work outdoors,
When we are in Livorno,
I will start to sculpt again,
Really? And when?
The day after tomorrow,
If it does not go through with the ZBO collector,
Well, I have time to pack,
- I need a coffee, - You know where it is,
- Why? - Why?
You can do it yourself,
Don't you want to prepare coffee?
- No, - Why?
No!
Yes!
Perfect,
Wakes up!
Then talk to me about something, If you want me to get a wake up,
- Type? - I don't know, talk to me about Livorno,
Since apparently I will soon go there,
You will love it, it is a beautiful city,
The sea, the sun,
no war on the landing,
No collectors or merchants,
Splendid!
And what will I do while you will chisel?
Whatever you want,
- You can swim, - I can't swim,
- I teach you, - You don't know how to swim either!
I will learn,
What will I write about? Of fish?
No!
You can write about me,
Modì, my readers want to know about the great
artists of Paris, not a single man in the midst of nothing,
Then they are idiots,
I finished the red,
And who would it be for?
A collector,
Yes, but what's the name of?
Gnegnat,
Gnegnat?
Christ, is it about him who spoke Zbo?
It seems to interest my work,
- And also a lot, - This is ZBO?
Then forget it,
Now you don't trust me more than me?
No, I trust you,
It is Zbo that will send everything to whores,
Sometimes I think you frequent it just
to have someone to blame when you fail,
When do I fail?
- You know what I mean, - When I fail ,,,
Feel, at least Zbo does not bang
me in the face when I'm bleeding,
- Basket? - Yes!
You were fine,
And I was working,
And thanks for the champagne,
I thought you would have understood,
You wouldn't give up the brush if a train came to you, let alone me,
- It's different, - How?
Because I do art, You only write about it,
Cursed bastard!
- Crazy! - Store it!
I joked!
- Fuck you! - No, please,
Calm down,
Stop,
Look,
What do you think?
Modì!
It is sublime,
Certain,
it's you,
What will you do?
I do not know,
I wait for him to tell me what he wants to become,
Time does not wait,
Look!
So sweet,
so simple,
A simple life,
nothing to worry about,
No money, no ego ,,,
No greed or corruption,
Only love,
I don't understand why you can't live like this,
Are you a total bastard, I say good?
This is why you are here, huh?
Sleep,
She smells of shit and dead dog!
I eviction it! He goes away!
And take that stuff away!
The stink would spread a vulture on a shit chariot!
Every day I hear this stink!
Hate!
I take everything away, I promise it,
Please don't evict it again,
Please,
Our best friend has just died,
- No! - Yes,
- The high one? Really? - Yes,
Was,,,
Made for shreds,
Do you think he suffered?
Yes, but only for a moment,
Just for a moment ,,, and then ,,,
But this horrible stinks ,,,
I warn you, both!
But I'm sorry for your friend,
Thank you,
Hate!
Thanks, Modì,
That woman be stupid,
Chaïm ,,,
Is it a cow?
Yes, but to be dead, I believe being only beef,
Certain,,,
Why that cow?
I want to bring her back to life,
I want to bring life back to her,
Modì, what do you think?
It is not over yet,
You have perfectly grasped the meaning,
Come, Modì, sit with me, there is wine,
I really have to go,
I go to the coffee,
Do you have something to sell?
Let me see,
No, nothing,
Do you think zbo
powering my canvases ,,,
To Mr, "Gangnet"?
Of course, why not?
Why don't you ask him yourself tonight at the party?
Which party?
The one at Zbo's house,
You should come,
Good idea,
Remember what I told you on toothpaste and toothbrush?
Porca whore!
Okay, I use this ,,,
toothbrush on my teeth,
Yes!
- I will do it, - close the window!
Close it!
Hate!
Have you heard, Rembrandt?
A party!
Well!
Tell me, I stop here?
Stopped!
Something more cheerful sounds,
No thank you,
No, go!
Friends, I present to you the work of a
genius, one of the most talented artists,
Yes, he said well, It is the work of a true genius,
It's a little melancholy, don't you think?
One paints what he sees,
Then he should look at something less depressing,
It is the portrait of his mother,
I don't know, I find something
very interesting, but I can't say what,
I give you ten francs,
It would be a good price, In normal circumstances,
but I cannot give away an original Modigliani for so little,
Should I know who it is?
No, but I guarantee them that one day he will know,
It will be remembered as a great artist,
- You mean it is ,,, - Yes, last week,
It's a sad story, but
his mother told me
that this is his last work,
He breaks his heart separating it, But he has two
children to feed, so I convinced him that Modì would approve,
It looks like a nobleman,
Yes, it was,
Twenty -five francs could they go?
Well ,,,
Fifty,
She is really very generous,
Get a hot meal,
God bless her and bless France,
- Did you draw them? - Yes,
They are identical to those of my nephew,
He is four years old,
Do you like it?
What do you like exactly?
How does it make you feel?
It doesn't matter, you don't have to know it,
- What is your name? - Lucky,
Lucky?
Okay, Lucky,
It's yours, take,
I have no money,
Me niether,
Thank you,
See you tomorrow and be punctual!
Good morning,
- I'd like a room for tomorrow night, - A particular room?
I was wondering if it was possible to have the room ,,,
N, 16, check immediately,
A signature, please,
They are twenty francs,
"Obviously it's not over, I'm not blind!"
We didn't have to meet so early,
At the forefront,
Truly avant -garde,
His brushstroke owns ,,,
a rough sensuality, impossible to imitate,
A little presumptuous?
Monsieur Carco, You have an extraordinary taste,
Only Modì could produce
such a unique and esoteric trait,
Esoteric trait!
I agree, this guy
discovered something,
Something he would like to write about?
I would say that it will be seen, true, my shrewd friend?
Do you know that "art" is the ending of the word "harness"?
Shut up!
Interesting,
He doesn't like authority, True, Mr, Modigliani?
I read it in the
eyes, in his work,
Bravo!
Zbo, what do you know about this gnegnat?
- The collector? - No, the farmer,
Of course, the collector!
Very rich, but also a
man of great importance,
People listen to him,
What does he do here?
Hi, Hanka, nice to see you ,,, It is always a pleasure,
- Stink, - Already,
- It's dirty, - Yes,
- I am sorry, - I can't believe it's in our house,
In our apartment! Leo?
It has already been so much that he has to look at his portrait outside your studio every day,
I want it out of here,
Curse!
Magda!
Ladies and gentlemen ,,,
Friends artists, drunks
and citizens of the night,
Among us there is a prophet
and this is his prophecy:
the time of creation has ended,
By now there is only destruction,
Therefore I present to you my last
work, entitled "The vision of Modì",
Turn it off!
- Where are you going? - I go back immediately,
- Don't touch anything, - All right,
Turn it off!
Modì, Modì ,,,
Turn it off!
- What did I do wrong? - It was my words, of my article,
Exact, Wasn't that you wanted?
You torn them out of my mouth and make yours,
Wait, before you say that I am
a genius and now reproach me?
It's not right,
You said it yourself this afternoon: I
don't make art, I just write about it,
I only said it to get angry, You know what I think of you!
You are a poet, I love your job,
Vali as much as a thousand scandalistic journalists and ten thousand artists,
Yet I write about them,
Why do I have the feeling that I will not be what they will remember?
Do you really think that writing is different from painting?
- It's not the same, - Instead yes,
We both find ourselves in front of an empty page,
We commit ourselves with each brushstroke, Each letter,
The only difference is that I do not move to burn everything in the name of art,
I understand, you want to move!
Come on, find a match and petrol and give me fire,
I will move and then explode,
Who will care about anything and
anyone when death will be shown his wings?
Know the rules,
- Moreover! - It is very strong,
Inside there is an osshish ounce and a fucking mushrooms,
There is a curious beauty in the air,
A strange energy, do you feel it?
I miss the beautiful old days,
Which?
I remember the first time I saw you,
I immediately understood I found a diamond in a sea sea,
Yes, how not!
The first time, I was drunk soaked on a wheelbarrow,
I sang Rossini and discouraged,
- You thought I was a pig, - I never said it,
You wrote it and you published it!
- Did you read it? - Certain,
But this does not count,
I meant the first time I saw you with the beard made,
Where was I?
On the terrace, near the Bateau,
Smiles, come to me and you say to me:
It would be an immense honor for my hands
if it allowed them to draw it ",
- Did I say so? - Yes!
What an idiot!
It is then that I understood that you were the prince of Montparnasse,
Already!
And ten years later,
The prince was unmasked
in the jester,
Already,,,
I have not yet sold how to a picture should be,
It's not your fault,
But of Zbo,
You cannot rely on the fool to treat with calibers like Gnegnat,
Please don't start again,
- I don't want to fight for Zbo, - But you are the artist!
All right,,,
Why do we always end up fighting?
Always,
Well ,,,
I know I am a very complicated man,
AND,,,
You look very complicated, Actually you are simple,
Me, simple?
No,,,
No, not so simple!
Don't get me wrong!
I'm saying you're simple
in a complicated way,
All bullshit,
I'm so hot!
Wait!
It's incredible!
All! Everything dances,
The stars, the sky,
Would you take my shoes away?
I feel that my feet want to be free, naked,
Love, remove my shoes, I feel very strange,
- A moment! - remove my shoes,
How did you succeed?
I do not know,
I think I have the pins on the reverse,
Come, I take you,
Take me!
Hate!
- Everything OK? - Yes,
Drunk!
Always! On!
Here it is ,,,
The great imperative,
Drunk and remain such,
Ah ,,, says Baudelaire:
"Of wine,
of virtue,
of poetry ,,,
to your liked,
But get drunk,
And if sometimes you wake up and ask yourself that it is now,
the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock
they will answer you:
It's time to get drunk! "
It's up to you,
I am already drunk,
No, shock, read a text,
- Do you know? - Yes,
Bravo!
- This is Dante, not Baudelaire, - I know!
But it's right
And you're right too, my love,
If Gnegnat wants to see my art,
then he will also see the artist,
Yes!
Bull?
Bull!
Yes!
Bull!
Yes!
Bull!
Beatrice?
Bea?
Lord, get away, the building is not sure,
What is there?
It's me who is looking for, right?
You arrest me,
But what does he say?
I am sorry,
- I'm sorry I broke the showcase, - Which showcase?
What is his name?
Amedeo Modigliani,
It's all right, René, it's my friend,
Modì!
Modì, good!
He is a visionary!
It's modern, good!
What courage!
Modì, that you are cursed!
When did you disappear, where did you go?
I was about to ask you the same question,
It was horrible,
I don't want to see those horrible dreams anymore,
Everything is fine,
Nobody hunts you,
"I cultivated my hysteria
With pleasure and terror,
Now I have left ,,,
Only suffering,
I received
A singular warning:
I heard the wind of the wing of madness
go to me ",
Baudelaire,
My friend,
I meet my destiny,
What the fuck do you do?
I hypnoty chicken,
Bravo!
Good luck, my friend,
Look, Modì ,,,
Look, my tooth,
I see!
Now it's better, huh?
And how!
Good evening, my friend,
Modì? What are you doing here?
I come with you,
It is not a good idea,
Why not? Look at me!
Elegant, clean ,,,
also sober ,,, almost,
I'm happy for you,
It's fantastic, but it doesn't work like this,
- I was not sincere with you, - Before you forget me ,,,
I promised Soutine that you would have shown to Gnegnat ,,,
also some of his works,
- Where is you? - Who?
Hanka? He is out with friends,
No, no, no!
Beatrice, the nude,
The canvas I brought you,
- Where? - He will probably have Carco,
Probably?
He wanted to write us a piece, do you remember?
- We both wanted it to write ,,, - No, I wanted to sell it!
There are many atri your naked,
- There are several, - It's not the same!
That was the key, I told you,
I know we've not always got along,
But I love you like a brother,
I would sell my shoes for you,
I don't need you to sell your shoes, But that you sell my paintings!
It was my last chance,
Where the fuck is the picture?
Where the fuck is my fucking picture?
I look at my study,
He was right,
Beatrice was right,
And that's okay,
Modì?
The door has stuck,
Let me go out, please,
Let me go out!
Modì, let me go out, please!
Let me go out!
I am claustrophobic,
Let me go out!
Excuse me,
Faccio!
- How? - disappear!
I have to see Mr, Gnegnat, Is it still here?
Not for those like you,
I know that this place is not for me,
But I'm not here to create problems, I swear,
Air!
Dirt!
Grassone!
Mr, Gnegnat!
- Come in, - Thank you,
Do you feel good?
Yes,
Well,
Now I will make a supposition and say
that she is not Leopold Zborowski,
Exact,
Do you intend to tell me who it is?
I feel a bit at a disadvantage,
But yes, of course!
My name is Amedeo Modigliani, Nice to meet her,
My pleasure!
So, will Zborowski join us tonight?
No,
No?
No,
Not at all?
No,
- No? - No,
Is dead?
Died? No!
- He is not dead, - It's better that way,
He is only indisposed, but he will get back,
She told me she liked her very much my sketch, the nude,
Do you want to joke?
He has the idea of ​​how many sketches I
see, how many paintings, how many naked?
How many things and how many people?
How many boobs, vagine, asses?
I'm everywhere,
I understand, I imagine, but
my conversation told me, in
which she said it was interesting,
He said,
He never sent it to me or at
least I have never received it,
I heard it was interesting,
And I was told that she has a sudden ,,,
distinctive,
Did any of my works show you?
No,
I am sorry,,,
We talked about it, it's the
only thing you remember,
It does not matter, Can I show her someone?
Want to order something?
No thank you,
Something to drink, maybe?
Of wine,
Certain,
Only the wine,
Which wine likes, tonight?
Oh, mom!
Do you want to see the wine list? I send you the sommelier?
- Wine! - Right away,
- We said ,,, - What did you do in your hand?
A small dispute with a showcase,
I don't believe it! Was it her?
Yes!
Holy Christ, I was on the train and
I read the news in the newspaper,
He broke through the showcase, is that so?
Yes, it was me,
Then it is famous, almost,
Yes,
What I can do exactly for her, Mr, Modigliani?
If you don't mind, I would like to
show her some of my paintings,
That is a very ugly man,
He is my friend Soutine, a great artist,
Did you portray Chaïm Soutine?
- He has a lot of talent, - Yes a lot,
He has an incredible talent!
Who knows, it could introduce us,
Do you want those present soutine?
Yes!
She wants those present soutine,
I would be very grateful to her,
It's fantastic, fabulous!
Do you want advice?
Soutine works are granted as many works,
He does it now,
because in a few
years, he will make his good life,
A brand new penthouse, to eat
caviar with a beautiful fatty woman,
And mine?
His thing?
How much will my works apply?
In my opinion,,,
about what they are worth now,
That is to say?
About sixty francs,
Sixty francs?
I wouldn't even sell them my worst picture for sixty francs,
No, I meant for all three,
If I have to be honest and
they are, they have no life,
I'm sorry, but they need life,
They died,
Death?
I believe there is more life in my works than in my body,
There is no market for these depressing canvases,
Who would be to wake up in front of these ,,,
dead eyes?
So, we were saying ,,,
Sixty francs, right? O am I wrong?
Five thousand,
My job is good, everyone says it,
Then sell them to them,
I see that it is disappointed,
But he absolutely must not be discouraged,
She has talent,
In a few years,
Maybe he will be able to create something value,
My friend, she asked me!
She asked, did you want me to mention them?
Would it have preferred?
I don't chin, it is not from me,
I just told her my opinion,
Even if my opinion is worth a lot,
At that time,,,
What else does he have?
He must have the other in his wizard bag,
What is there?
Please don't touch my bag,
- Don't break it! - Leave my sculpture,
- Can I at least take a look? - Yes, but it's not ,,,
- She came, show me, - It is not for sale,
Calm,
I give them five thousand francs for this,
immediately, in cash,
She is not a painter, Mr, Modigliani,
She is a sculptor,
I want to take it home tonight,
That is not on sale,
Of course it is on sale,
Everything is on sale,
No, you are wrong,
For example, they are not on sale,
Bullshit!
Above all she is on sale,
She lives on hardship,
He placed his paintings here with
the intention of selling them to me,
The way I reacted to his paintings did not like it ,,,
Because she is desperate,
Breathable despair from all pores,
Please don't make fun of it,
It's inconvenient, vulgar, I don't like it,
I don't take it around at all,
That sculpture is not on sale,
Ten thousand francs,
Mr, Gnegnat, she doesn't understand,
Twenty thousand francs,
In his pockets, now,
It would be settled for life,
This sculpture
He will never belong to them,
Because it doesn't have enough money
And he will never have any,
I am sorry
having to give it this news
and give it a nice lesson,
She defines herself an artist,
Because that's what he always did:
He has always called himself an artist,
What does it mean?
Who does it matter to?
Perhaps it is difficult to understand for a young man like her,
but knowing how to paint on a canvas
It does not make her an artist,
It doesn't make her even a fucking painter,
Suffer from his art
It is not the measure of his talent
nor of its value,
The sacrifice
does not ensure fame,
Every day the dice are launched,
One day he will understand it,
whether it wants it or not,
Coming here tonight,
I was expecting a boyfriend, rich,
Feed with gold cutlery,
But I was wrong, I met a man
that to try something, He must judge anything,
She knows nothing about my life,
And it seems to me that he knows even less than hers,
The money has not changed it in anything,
He only revealed his nature,
It cannot be hidden
what's behind the eyes, Mr, Gnegnat,
I see it, I know it,
Establishes a price, pays it
And a pat on the shoulder is given,
And he says: "Seen?
I knew exactly how much it was worth, "
Already,,,
Look sufficiently
And think: "I have more than you and you ,,,"
Of all those who look,
But I'm much richer than her,
She just existed,
I instead lived,
Power, it has it in the wallet,
But the taste, Mr, Gnegnat ,,,
He has it in his ass,
Who the fuck do you think you are?
How did it go?
It went well,
- I didn't expect to find you here, - Did you sell something?
Certain! I sold things,
Did you stay with Hashish?
Is that all you have to say? "I want Hashish",
Tell me, how did it go?
I told you, I sold some canvases,
How many?
Three,
It's fantastic! As far as?
Exactly what I am worth,
What are they? It will not be all here!
Didn't you say five thousand canvas?
Treasure,,,
I know you expected more, but these are still
enough for the room and a little champagne,
Nothing prevents us from having fun, let's go!
Let's take back the night and make it ours,
I have enough,
I am tired of all these judgments, not to be meat or fish,
to be perhaps, I'm not a perhaps, It's the only thing I know,
You are always so dramatic!
Gnegnat did not catch your value,
So what? Do you want to give up?
I refuse to be examined, disseminated,
judged by those wealthy assholes,
Fuck their money, They don't understand anything,
Who go to the hell!
We know well that those people don't know how much your works are worth,
Come on!
As much as we still have to run after those who don't take?
- As long as it is necessary, - Then it's a problem,
You have no idea what you feel, You can't understand it,
Collectors, merchants, one
refusal after another, after the other,
Wait, I don't know what a refusal is?
Christ, I wake up every morning with a tight in my chest, thinking
that I have failed and that I will never be able to achieve my goal,
Do you think he has never thought that I will never have happened?
- What if it were like this? - What alternatives do I have?
Life, true life, fuck!
Do you remember at least what do you try to hear the tightening in the chest?
Love, I know you think I am going to meet life,
But that's not the case,
You are just running away from death,
If you want to escape, I can't stop you,
I will not write all my life for anyone in particular,
while you cansi sculptures that no one will ever see
And paint canvases that you will then destroy,
I will not be looking at you,
We're done,
No, it's not over, not for me and not even for you,
When that cough worsens and you will no longer be able to keep the brush,
let alone hammer and chisel,
That will be the point of no return,
Look around,
See how much beauty you created,
If you stop doing what you love,
Do you know how much you will break my heart?
You don't know anything about me,
You are obsessed with success,
I beat it!
I fuck them about these people, I
don't care about these cock sculptures!
Stopped!
- I slam the paintings, of everything! - Stop!
Fuck you!
I can't take it anymore,
- Who cares! - I can't live like this,
Go, go, go,
Slutty slut!
Go!
But what do you do?
What the fuck are you doing?
- Weren't you gone to war? - Which war?
Well ,,,
You know, those people are so serious,
They tried to lock me up, Those bastards,
They insisted that I have
to return to the sanatorium,
What an absurdity! And so I left,
Here I am!
Modì, come here,
- I missed you, - How happy I am to see you,
- Do you have to drink? - No,
- I want to be alone, - Alone?
Yes,
And you, modì ,,,
We drink ,,,
Damn Faccio!
Fuck!
That is not the normal Modì,
Trust me,
I heard everything,
I saw Beatrice go away, no good,
It is terrible for my nerves,
I just got back from the war!
No good,
I want to go there,
But nobody can help him,
I can't heal his pain, until he is ready,
I've never seen him so lost,
Lost, yes,
If lost, we can find it,
I love him,
We have to give him time,
A lot of time,
- Yes, - Yes,
You are right,
Let's go now,
Why do you want me sad?
Who are you?
You,
Who are you, modì?
What do you feel?
Now feel better?
You be a small and stupid man,
You ,,, fuck ,,,
Create and destroy,
How to make Great War!
You want to spit on your tomb,
Foul,
But I will not spit
on the Tomb of Modì,
We need him to live,
We need him to be ,,,
live,
Yes,
Chaïm!
Bravo,
There is nothing more to judge,
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