분야
hwpThis is my bath water.
There it is,
going down the drain.
My soap.
My passport,
with no occupation on it...
but Im a film editor.
Thats my Nagra .
Actually, its not mine.
Im borrowing it from work.
Im borrowing this film, too,
because Im shooting everything.
This is the little fern
that Marlene and I bought...
when we first moved in together.
Wow, its grown.
Its just been a few months.
I bought these shoes for her.
They do not fit her
and she still wears them.
This is my strong French coffee.
And this is...really stupid.
Or is it? I dont know.
Start again.
Paris, September st, .
Time is : .
These are pieces of me.
Me in pieces.
Im trying to find
whats real, whats honest.
The total opposite of the film
Im editing...
which is a sci-fi picture
about a secret agent...
Codename: Dragonfly.
Bonjour.
Wake up. Wake up.
Rise and shine, Dragonfly.
It is time for you to wake up.
It is a beautiful day today.
You have many secret missions
to accomplish today.
Its so early.
It is : in the afternoon,
Dragonfly.
Cant I sleep?
I never get to sleep.
Would you like to hear
your horoscope?
Its good today.
Mystery will be revealed
when the moon makes its orbit.
I love a mystery.
Fly
Dragonfly
Seek you out from undercover
Could you be my lover?
Together we can fly
Together we can fly
Fly
The waters freezing.
We are making cinema together!
We are making revolution!
Did I ever tell you that I was
the one who discovered her?
Youre wonderful. Oh, yes.
Like that. Yes.
Very good.
This is Marlene sleeping.
Shes mad at me today.
I asked her if she passed
her driving test.
Dont you think I would tell you
if I had passed?
Leave me alone!
Yesterday she was happy.
Everything is important.
Its all in the details,
they say.
This is the beginning
of a new cinema.
Its so delicious.
Its personal,
but not pretentious.
-It was beautiful.
-Definitive.
Its such an emotion
to see a film like that.
-Daring. Mature.
-Why are you in Paris?
-Which vitamin do you prefer?
-Let him speak.
Gentlemen, we can find out
more about a man by his dreams.
I guess Ive always been
a bit of a daydreamer.
Always interested in film.
A lot my thoughts...
my little notions
of things and feelings...
are like little scenes
in my head.
I guess I want to show people
what I think about.
What I think is touching
or sad or funny...
Oops. I didnt realize
you were filming.
It sounded like
you were talking to yourself.
Just because you film every
possible thing in your life...
doesnt mean youll understand
yourself any better.
Ill tell you everything
you need to know.
Go ahead. Turn it on.
Go ahead. Tell me.
Youre a warm person...
but closed off emotionally.
Youre self-absorbed
and live in a fantasy world.
-Come on.
-Let me talk. Its true.
Youve come to Paris
to find your life...
but it is in front of you,
and you wont admit it.
You film all the details
of things around you...
as if that would
bring some understanding.
I just want to capture
whats real and honest.
And what if its boring?
Did you ever think about that?
It may not be interesting
for others to watch.
Youre mad at me now,
arent you?
Come on.
Let me fix your hair.
Im just thinking about work.
Weve been cutting the ending
for two weeks now.
The director has no idea
howto end the picture.
And he wont admit it.
Kiss me.
What are you thinking about?
She stands there,
looking at him.
She leans closer and says...
I love you.
And we have the ending.
It all comes together.
This shot is not finished yet.
They emerge from the tunnels...
and the sun rises...
and we see
shes joined the revolution.
And so...
it ends with
a simple declaration of love.
It ends with a beginning.
Yes, a circle. Circle.
Sort of circle.
Its great.
Is that the original ending?
You dont have an ending!
We make an action movie
with no action!
It doesnt make any sense!
I havent shot the end yet.
My vision is to subvert
the audience expectations.
I want the end,
not with a bang...
but with a whimper.
No picture of mine
ever ended with a whimper!
We need a bang!
The picture is not watchable!
If youre thinking of changing
one frame of my revolution...
-Youre off the picture!
-What?
Each moment I spend with you,
Im losing money.
Fabrizio,
shut down this production.
What are you saying?
Youre off the picture!
Fabrizio, I dont
want to see him ever again!
Go! Go away!
-Youre afraid of this film!
-Youre not director!
-You fascist! You go away!
-Andre!
Its the young actress!
Shes gone to his head!
Finalmente. Eh?
Bullshit!
I have seen this happen
many times before.
A director falls
for the leading lady...
and his judgment
goes to the toilet.
Fabrizio, fire everybody
involved with this mess.
I have made pictures,
and this is the worst.
See if you can bring in...
Felix DeMarco.
The young director.
Call him, now.
One, two, three, four.
Break on me! One, two, three!
Break out.
Somethings not right here.
Felix DeMarco.
Now, if Im being
totally honest...
which is
the point of this film...
just hearing his name
fills me with envy.
And I dont even know why
I care so m
