Beginning with two paintings by Bacon.
Concierge: You must be very young, laughing wildly after that.
The man threw away the top hat in the girl's hands and picked her up, and the intimacy began. The two tumbled awkwardly on the floor.
Pick up boyfriend at the train station. If I kiss you, it can be a movie; if I hug you, it can be a movie.
bridge of moving
we don't need names here
we will forget everything we know
All the people, all the things that have been done, and where we have lived
Forget it, forget everything.
Mother (mother-in-law?) came to plan funeral, seek religious forgiveness - not suicide.
Mattress in an empty house, man leaning against the wall and woman sitting on the floor.
Nude hugs.
Let's look at each other.
Don't know anything, this is the most beautiful.
I've been called thousands of names and I don't want a name, it's better to use a roar as a name.
Then there is a large section of filming, recalling the history of life.
My cultural studies came from le Grand Larousse.
My cousin's name is Paul.
There are two trees in the yard, a plane tree and a chestnut tree.
The four-minute confession of the male protagonist
The game of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf is fun:
Such strong arms can help you squeeze your fart out;
Long nails that can scratch your butt;
So many hairs for your lice to hide in;
Very long tongue that can be inserted from behind you
what is this, your source of joy, schlong, cazzo, bitte prick,
The heroine and her cousin compete under the two trees to see who will climax first.
The first orgasm turned out to be running fast because of being late for school.
Then there is the quarrel with the mother
The heroine brushes eyelashes and the hero prepares to shave, talking: I will be 93 this weekend. Studied Cetacean Sexology at the University of Congo.
Subway fights. The two hands of the advertisement correspond to the people.
Father-son conversation.
Doggystyle doggystyle on the floor
Proposal by the water.
Try a wedding dress, don't stop shooting when it rains
eat mice.
Men bathe women.
A man keeps a vigil for his wife. monologue. I may understand the universe, I will never understand you.
...
Too tired to read.
The last fifteen minutes, point questions, the last tango. Conversation at the dance competition venue.
End everything in the room at the end. Turned into entanglement, turned into true love.
The heroine's gun finally came in handy.
I don't know what the story is. There must be a reason.
This image created by Marlon Brando is inexplicably wonderful.
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