THE ART OF SWEEPlNG MATTERS UNDER THE RUG
0:23:10 (revolucija ugušena pri rođenju)
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Did you sleep well? - Like a log and you?
Well, l woke up at 5 o'clock and couldn't get back to sleep again.
- Why not? - l got all worked up.
- Should l feel guilty? - No.
For once you're not to blame, dear.
l lay fuming about that wretched Sunday dinner.
We always have Sunday dinner with your parents or mine.
- lt's absurd. - lt's for their sake.
- l'm going to cancel dinner. - Cancel it?
- What will your mother say? - Whatever she damned well likes.
l want to spend Sunday with you and the kids.
- Well, if you can swing that...! - l certainly can!
l'm fed up...
- ls it the curse? - You always say that!
Even if my period's due on Monday, that may not be why l'm edgy.
- What's wrong? - Has it ever struck you
that our life is mapped out and every last second is accounted for?
- But we have our vacations. - They're even more scheduled.
- Aren't you going to wake the girls? - They're sleeping in today.
Karin has the day off from school and Eva has a sore throat.
She needs to come along on Sunday to spare us from nagging!
- You were going to cancel dinner. - l'd rather you did it.
Oh no, l'm not making excuses to your mother!
Aren't you going to call your mother? She's an early bird.
- Didn't we agree you would call? - No, dear.
l'll hold your hand in moral support.
All right, l'll do it...
- My, my heart's pounding! - The first sign of the great revolt.
No answer? What a relief!
Hello. Miss Alm? ls my mother in?
May l have a word with her?
How is your knee, by the way?
Oh, it's not any better?
lt's worse? That's too bad... What does the doctor say?
He's not sympathetic, you say? lt's a sign of the times.
Hello, Mother. How are you?
Now isn't that nice. Has Dad left yet?
Right, he was going to the country.
So you let him go off on his own like that?
Oh, Erik is with him. That's good.
l'm sorry, but there's something l have to tell you...
Exactly, how did you guess?
What reasons do we have?
l simply want to spend Sunday with Johan and the girls.
No, we're not going anywhere.
We just don't want to come over for dinner.
l don't think for a moment that dad was looking forward to Sunday.
lt should be a pleasure and not a duty, right?
Yes, l see. l see.
You hadn't told me that bit of news.
Bored stiff, to be quite honest.
No, forget all about it, Mother.
We'll be there.
Yes, we'll manage. lt's fine.
We're looking forward to it.
Bye for now, Mother dear.
The revolution was smothered at birth.
Aunt Elsa is coming
and she was so looking forward to seeing us.
- She has a present for you. - And Mrs Danielsson is cooking.
- And your dad longed to see us. - Damnation!
l admire your courage all the same. We'll say no another time.
Don't be upset.
- Will you be home for dinner? - No, meet me at the theatre.
Don't you like coming home any more?
My, aren't we in a fine mood today?
l'd love to stay in bed for a week,
so we could just hold each other.
- And we'd both have a good cry. - That's not the life we chose.
lf only l could be sure we chose it and not our mothers.
You're suffering from a maternal persecution complex.
- Did you want a life like this? - No.
What if we started cheating on each other?
What would you do then?
Kill you, of course.
- Sometimes l wish... - What?
Nothing...
- Wait a second, l'll come with you. - Why not take your own car?
We can go home together after the play.
- What about the girls? - l'll ask Miss Andersson to cook.
She makes fabulous pancakes. l'll go wake the girls.
- But l'm in a hurry. - lt'll only take a minute.
While l remember it, please pay your parking tickets.
- There's a whole pile here. - Yes, sir.
l'll see you tonight at the theatre.
0:31:23 (flert)
Hello? Yes, speaking.
Hello, Mother. The line is bad, l didn't recognise your voice.
l'm fine, how are you?
You're worried. Now, why is that?
Marianne's mother called
and she's worried as well, you say.
Good Lord...
No, Marianne and l are doing fine.
We're healthy and cheerful
and ecstatically happy.
Nothing's wrong, l swear!
Don't worry, Mother dear.
Your intuition? lt's led you astray.
Marianne and l are happier than ever.
Tell Marianne's mother
that you should do something more constructive than gossip.
l'm pressed for time, Mother dear.
Yes, l'll see you soon.
We'll pop in on Friday, just like we said. Say hello to dad.
Hell and damnation!
Am l disturbing you?
l just had to see what you're up to. A lot of rumours are floating around.
What is all this mysterious stuff?
- Shouldn't you be in Lund? - That's right.
However the students are demonstrating.
The lectures were cancelled.
- What's this going to be? - Take a look.
- What am l supposed to do? - Hold this pen.
When l put the lights out you'll see a bright dot on the wall.
Try and touch it with the pen.
lf you miss, draw a line to it.
The TV camera will register your efforts.
- But it's dark. - There's infra light.
l'll watch on the monitor outside.
l'll put the lights out now.
Off you go.
Get to it.
- Are you pulling my leg? - No, please continue.
But... lt keeps moving.
lt's not a trick, it's quite still.
l've had enough of this. Turn the lights on.
Well, aren't you cross?
- That was unpleasant... - Yes, it makes people nervous.
Look how you've wandered, getting more and more irritated.
- What does that prove? - That remains to be seen.
- l'd like a cigarette. - Sure. Have a seat.
l gave up smoking six days ago. lt's awful.
- Having withdrawal symptoms? - Stefan is away...
My friends avoid me,
but l'll try and stick it out.
Go on, have one.
That spy Bromeus left some here.
Oh, that's heaven!
- Lord, what bliss! - Well?
Right...
l spent the day reading your poems yesterday. Very carefully.
- They baffled me. - Were they so strange?
That's not it.
Well, l might be wrong...
- Has Marianne read them? - No, she's not interested in poetry.
- She ought to be interested in you. - She is, but not in that way.
Really?
You and l are old friends.
We've never been sexually involved.
You can provide an objective opinion before l try the publishers.
- l shouldn't bother. - Are they that bad?
lt's not that they're bad...
..if only that was the case.
You mean they're mediocre?
They're insipid, neat, and puerile?
That l'm indulging in spiritual masturbation?
Several of us in our set believed you were destined for greatness.
We admired you.
You left us all behind.
We even envied you.
- Does that affect my poetry? - No.
- You read it while craving nicotine. - That's true...
l intend to show them around.
Naturally...
l'll wait until some publishers tell me they're bad.
- You feel offended. - You bet l do!
l'm sorry.
Well, l know someone who likes them...
- Who would that be? - Curious, are you?
My dear little Johan...
Pay no attention to what l said.
lt was just my craving talking.
Well, l must go.
l'll leave the poems at your door. Give my love to Marianne.
l'll stick to you through thick and thin.
Bye!
0:38:52 (napokon slobodna)
l'll see you around 12:30, then. Bye.
l'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
During this first encounter, we customarily establish the problem.
l want a divorce.
- How long have you been married? - More than 20 years.
- Do you have a profession? - No, l'm a housewife.
Why do you want a divorce?
lt's a loveless marriage.
- ls that your reason? - Yes.
- Has it always been like this? - Yes, for the full 20 years.
But now you want to break away.
Yes.
My husband is a responsible man. He's kind and conscientious.
He's been an excellent father. We've never quarrelled.
We have a nice apartment and a house in the country.
We're both fond of music.
We belong to a chamber music society.
- lt all sounds ideal. - Yes, doesn't it?
But there's no love between us, there never has been.
Forgive me for asking, but have you met someone?
No, l haven't.
What about your husband?
Not as far as l know.
Won't it be lonely for you?
l guess so...
But that's better
than living in a loveless marriage.
Have you informed your husband of this?
Naturally.
15 years ago, l told him
l didn't want to live with him.
He asked me to wait
until the children had grown up.
Now that they've left home,
l can get my divorce.
And what does he say?
He keeps asking me what is wrong with our marriage.
l tell him l can't go on
in a relationship that lacks love.
Then he asks what this love is supposed to consist of.
But l can't describe
something that doesn't exist.
Have you been on good terms with your children?
l've never loved my children.
l know that now...
l used to think l did. People do.
But l know now
that l never loved them.
l've been a good mother to them all the same.
l've done all l could, even though
l've never felt anything for them.
l know just what you're thinking:
''''''She's been overindulged and has no sense of humour.''
She has all she could ever want,
but still she moans about love.
There are other qualities:
''friendship, loyalty, security...''''''
Something like that, yes.
Let me tell you something.
l have a mental image of myself,
which doesn't correspond to reality.
Forgive a personal question...
lsn't it so that love...
What were you going to ask?
l'm not sure. Forgive me.
l have the capacity to love.
But it's all been... bottled up.
The life l've led has stifled my potential.
The time has come to change that.
The first step is divorce.
My husband and l
block each other in some deadly way.
That sounds frightening.
lt is frightening.
Something peculiar is happening.
My senses, sight, hearing, touch
are starting to fail me.
This table, for instance,
l can see it and touch it...
But the sensation
is diminished and dry.
Do you understand?
l think l do.
lt's the same with everything -
music, scents, faces and voices.
Everything seems...
puny, grey and undignified.
0:44:58 (nije sve u seksu)
Now for a drink and some food.
Sitting through lbsen on an empty stomach is deadly.
Remember when we joined the May Day procession?
You were the more fervent believer.
You told me l neglected our home.
That was the winter, we all came down with the Asian flu.
- We believed in the future then. - lt's nice to believe in something.
And we had the pleasure of annoying our parents.
- You were a hothead. - So was your dad.
A pretty hothead. You were very attractive as a socialist.
Aren't l now? Very attractive?
But married people lose interest in each other.
We haven't.
We're just too busy. When evening comes around, we're exhausted.
That wasn't a reproach, l promise.
- We like each other. - Not in that way.
- Oh yes, we do. - Our life is full of evasions.
l can't help not enjoying it as much as l used to.
There's a natural explanation. You shouldn't reproach me.
- Don't get upset. - We have a fine sex life.
We're not as passionate nowadays, but it could be worse.
Sex isn't everything.
lf you're not satisfied you'd better find a mistress
who is more exciting sexually.
- l assure you, l do my best! - Right...
You've got that look again.
Tell me what you're brooding about.
- You'll only get angry. - No, l'm listening.
Why make sex so complicated?
lt's pretty elementary stuff.
lt's become such a sore spot.
lt's all your mother's fault.
- You're so superficial. - You're a sourpuss!
You put all the blame on me.
- You said you do your best. - l do!
That's preposterous!
Are you calling me a liar?
Then what are you talking about?
Let's drop this and go to bed.
lt's just like you to get me so worked up
and then yawn and say it's bedtime.
You suffer from ferocious ambition.
lt's something we often joke about,
but can't our poor sex life be spared?
Why won't you leave me alone?
First you attack me for not trying
and later for making the effort.
Now look what l've done!
Yes, indeed, you have.
Couldn't you be kind instead?
There, there... Don't be upset. l'm sorry.
lt's possible to talk too much about these matters, you know.
l know you shouldn't keep secrets,
but in this case the rule is wrong.
There are some things you shouldn't pry into.
We hurt each other to no end
and the barbs still remain when we go to bed.
lt's like lying on a bed of nails.
- What are you laughing at? - The bed of nails.
- lt's all very well to laugh. - Let's go to bed.
You've been unbelievably tactless.
l apologise.
Don't l give you enough affection?
Affection takes time.
- Then you don't get enough. - We don't, or give enough either.
That's why l wanted us to go away this summer.
Affection shouldn't be kept for vacations.
You're nice, even if you are a moron.
Lucky l'm married to you.
You're mediocre, but you have your moments of greatness.
At our age, thousands of brain cells burn out every day.
- Never to be replaced... - You must lose a million!
You're awfully sweet anyway, even if you do scold and fuss.
l'm nearly asleep already.
- l'll just go check on the children. - l'm nearly asleep, so don't worry.
Aren't you going to set the alarm?
You may make love to me now if you like.
Thanks for the offer, but l'm too tired.
Post je objavljen 31.01.2016. u 23:58 sati.