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NOW MY CHARMS ARE ALL O'ERTHROWN
AND WHAT STRENGTH I HAVE'S MINE OWN,
WHICH IS MOST FAINT.
The Tempest, W. Shakespeare.
Giacomo?
Casanova?
You went out?
What's going on? Why have you stopped?
We wanted to know what you thought of the prologue. Didn't we, Leo?
- We wanted to link... - All right, we can talk later.
Now, let's get on. Come on.
Go!
Leo?
You've edited the first half, haven't you? Let's see it.
Unfortunately, what's not there cannot be seen.
What does that mean?
Gianni
we're friends, we've known each other a lifetime,
but now I'm speaking to the editor of all my films!
The start contains the whole story.
Let's see if I've understood the scale of this tragedy.
Of your film,
for which I've mortgaged my only home,
for which I'm breaking my back
to try to get it to the Venice Film Festival
of your film,
you've only edited the prologue?
No, Alberto, not exactly. We have the whole film in our heads.
Leo, we've made ten films together.
Things have gone pretty well,
we've become friends even.
Now you have a really beautiful home,
a driver who takes you around in a really beautiful car.
People call you maestro...
Are you listening to me?
Come on! I'm going home.
What's happened to him?
I don't know.
Ever since he came back from the set he's like a different person.
He finds endless excuses to not come to work.
He's always nervous, distracted. I've never seen him like this.
It's like he didn't want to finish the film.
Look at me, Gianni, if I don't get this film to Venice,
I'm ruined. No, really, eh!
At this point there's only one solution.
Welcome home, Leo!
Gianni, you know him like the back of your hand, you know what he'd like.
Ask him every now and then for some advice,
show him something if he wants,
but, please, Gianni, save this film!
Gianni, you have to do it. Do it!
Girls who laugh are beautiful.
You're not too bad either! Dressed like that, in the mud,
with a book in your hand.
- And then with that face. - Why? What kind of face do I have?
A face that's seen lots of faces.
I heard someone's wanting to make a film round here.
And you?
- Are you the director? - Yes, I'm scouting for locations.
- A film about farming? - No!
About the passage of time.
Is it hard to be an actor?
Read a bit of this!
Read it, read it. Try!
"The Return of Casanova".
- How should I read it? - Any way you like. Simply.
"You don't know Venice either?"
"Casanova asked marcolina and thought:".
"The city where I was young..."
"Oh! If I'd met you then..."
"And he had another idea, almost more absurd than his previous one:."
"What if I took you away with me now?"
- Have you finished editing? - Yes.
The film's finished. Though I'd never stop changing it.
But the producer tells me, "Lorenzo, stop now! Stop!"
Your first film met with critical enthusiasm,
and some even spoke of a masterpiece.
- Are you worried about the second? - I tried to make a free film.
Well, as free as possible...
No, I'm not worried.
- What did the film cost? - Sorry, I don't know.
Your film along with Leo Bernardi's on Casanova,
could represent Italy at the Venice Film Festival this year.
It would be a great honour for me to be in Venice with Leo Bernardi.
I consider him a maestro.
Yes! Via muratori 22,
hurry, please, I've really hurt myself.
Get out of here, you!
Dr Saccocci to Geriatrics.
Ankle, eh?
Ah! Excuse me, what are you doing?
- Does it hurt if I do that? - Of course, it hurts, a little.
There's no tibiotarsal distortion, eh!
As far as I'm concerned, you can go home.
- Do you have a crutch? - No. Sorry, who the fuck are you?
Pleased to meet you.
Luigi Picchi. I'm a lawyer.
But since I turned 56 and I lost my wife
a heart attack.
I'm afraid to sleep alone.
I've been spending the nights here for a couple of years,
$0, in the unfortunate event, let's say...
I feel I'd have an advantage.
You know
sometimes seconds can make the difference.
Remember that.
But you're fine, eh!
- You can go home, I'd say. - Thank you.
Mr Bernardi to room 5.
Get yourself a crutch and put some ice on it.
Fine.
Leo Bernardi to room 5, thank you.
I recognised you, by the way.
What marvel are you preparing for us, Maestro!
THE RETURN OF CASANOVA
At the age of almost 60, Casanova,
for some time no longer pushed to wander the world
by the youthful pleasure of adventure,
but by the restlessness of advancing old age
was seized by such an intense nostalgia
for the city of his birth, Venice,
that he began to circle around it,
like a bird coming down to die from the heights of freedom
in ever tighter spirals...
In that air that was too clear for the thoughts that tormented him,
everything seemed senseless and repugnant to him.
Casanova knew well
that once upon a time a single word would have been enough
to have that young peasant woman for his pleasure.
But now...
Be careful, sir!
Your coach almost hit me!
I expect an apology, sir.
Giacomo!
Is that you? Olivo?
Clearly you were hiding in the brambles
of this poor brain of mine.
But let me look at you.
You're a different person since I saw you at your wedding.
But as you can see, I've changed as well.
Now I'm just a dusty man.
Come, I have fresh water in the carriage.
Without giving Casanova a chance to refuse,
Olivo invited him to spend a few days at his villa,
instead of the humble inn where he was staying.
How's it going?
I don't know... Basically...
I saw an interview with a young director
what's his name...? Lorenzo Marino.
He says he made a "free" film. What the fuck does that mean?
It seems he's also going to Venice.
And it's only his second film! But the critics love him.
What?
- I mean, doesn't that bother you? - Who?
This Marino, so full of energy...
Well, young people... they run!
Fuck off!
Silvia!
Excuse me...
- Do you know her? - No.
Gianni, I'm in deep shit.
- I'm gonna take a taxi and go, eh? - I'll wait with you.
- No! You're tired, you go home too. - Leo, listen, tomorrow morning
- come to the edit suite for an hour. - Yeah.
- Then I can continue on my own. - OK, see you tomorrow.
It's obscene, obscene!
He's made one film, and the critics are screaming about miracles.
"The future of Italian cinema!"
It's insane.
- I interviewed him. - Yes, I saw it.
And he seemed pretty interesting to me. And nice as well.
- May 1? - Yeah, sure!
It's not that you're envious?
It's not envy, love, it's indecency!
It's this shit
of flattering the infantile screeching of talent.
It's the end of any merit, of hierarchy, of duration in time.
I'm convinced he'll come up with something great.
And you hope he comes up with it especially for you, eh?
I think you should go back to A&E and your new friend.
He's afraid of dying and you, when you finish a film, get depressed.
Don't tell me I'm depressed when you know fine I'm depressed.
It irritates me.
And then, if I really have to hear it, I want a psychiatrist to tell me.
And not a random blogger who thinks she can talk about cinema,
but instead is gagging to get the talented young director into bed!
You've broken my balls, Leo.
Find a carer, because it's time.
Well done, well done!
Fuck!
Casanova already regretted having accepted the invitation.
What, then, did he have to look for in Olivo's house?
Why didn't you learn to drive?
I like to be driven.
He would see Amalia again, Olivo's wife,
but it had been a long time.
- What did you do with girls? - What did... what do I do!
Pull over! I'll walk.
Where's the rest of your luggage, Giacomo?
This is all I own, my dear Olivo.
Times have changed.
Amalia! Come here! I've brought you a guest.
And what a guest!
You see? What a surprise, Amalia!
Good!
I'd stay a little less on Casanova's close-up.
Yes, but we have to go on!
Did you like the meeting with Olivo?
It's exactly how I wanted it.
Exactly how I wanted it.
- Is Alberto hassling you? - Yes, and he's right.
I know.
We have at least a month to finish editing the film
and Venice is already breaking his balls to see it.
That's not the problem, the problem is that I'm not well.
In fact, I feel terrible!
But why?
Tell me what the fuck is wrong.
No.
At least you can think only about the film.
Decide, director,
you have to decide.
And so here you are again, Casanova.
You've no idea how much I've longed for this day!
It's just coincidence that I'm here, Amalia.
Call it what you like.
What matters is that you're here!
I was happy for the first time in your arms,
and I want to be again with you,
for the last time as well!
It's too hot here!
The last?
My friend Olivo may have certain objections in this regard.
My love for Olivo is duty.
Sometimes even pleasure.
But it's certainly not happiness.
It never was.
Yes, Maestro, they're supplements,
but you mustn't overdo it even with supplements.
- What about some real medicine? - Mr Bernardi,
you know very well you need a prescription.
Take a look at me, I have the prescription written on my face!
Be careful, Maestro, though!
Sorry, my boyfriend's here.
Give me a kiss! Quick.
Thanks, director! He wouldn't leave me in peace!
So I told him you were my boyfriend!
What are you thinking about?
Your mouth.
So I'll see you again?
Who's that girl?
marcolina, Olivo's niece.
Do you like her?
She's beautiful, yes!
And as cold as a water ice!
I want to kiss your lips tonight, Casanova.
If you were seeing me now, for the first time,
would you like me the way you did then?
Look at me, Amalia!
The wrinkles, the bags under my eyes, the creases on my neck.
And here, here in the corner, I'm missing a tooth,
and these hands, Amalia! Look at them!
The swollen, blue veins.
These are the hands of an old man, Amalia.
I'll come with you,
only after I've possessed her
marcolina.
- What do you want, Giacomo? - To possess that girl.
She will make me young again.
I, instead, would love you my whole life.
- Who is it? - Gianni, it's me.
- What's wrong? - Nothing, I wanted to tell you
that I saw the edit... It's great.
It's three in the morning! Let's talk about it tomorrow!
Sorry, Gianni, sorry...
I've something important to tell you, you're the only friend I have left.
- Is it a matter of life or death? - Yes.
- But if you want I can wait, eh! - Thanks.
My son's sleeping through there.
You know, after my divorce...
What, you regret leaving her now?
She left me, but... can't we talk about this tomorrow?
Sorry, Gianni.
Gianni, do you love me?
Yes, I love you. But go to bed!
And try not to dream too much.
Yes, hello, this is Bernardi.
I need a car early tomorrow morning. Thanks.
OK, go.
A drop of gel, OK.
Get the ropes, she's ready.
Come on, you can see the nose.
Pull.
Pull down!
There he is!
Love!
You were good.
Wow!
It's a real struggle!
You'll be tired?
No. They were ready.
Have you finally decided?
- So what have you come for? - Nothing, I wanted to see you.
Have you really decided?
This isn't about deciding,
it's about desiring.
Silvia, I don't know.
Come here!
And don't come here to tell me "I don't know".
Because I can't do a fucking thing with your "I don't knows".
Hi, Gianni.
Didn't have a matter of life or death to tell me about?
In fact, I've come to resolve the matter.
Where are you?
- I can hear cows. - Cows, yes.
Cows, cows.
Gianni, if you only knew how many things I have to tell you,
let's meet this afternoon, eh?
With a clear head. Bye, bye.
With words,
but I'm happy to be here with you...
In honour of his dear friend,
the good Olivo had organised a dinner,
inviting some of his neighbours
who came to his mansion with pleasure.
There was the Marquis Celsi,
a man in his 60s who,
even if his fortune was beginning to crumble,
was still fairly rich,
who couldn't hide an arrogant face beneath his heavy makeup
and one that certainly didn't inspire any sympathy.
The Marquise his wife, younger than him and Neapolitan,
of humble origins and easy ways,
was largely responsible
for the dwindling of her husband's patrimony.
And Abbot Rossi, whose acidity
was also due
his not having been able to progress in his career.
I hope, dear friends,
that our humble repast does not disappoint your refined palates.
And... here's the beautiful marcolina.
Come, dear, sit next to my friend Casanova.
Casanova noticed that in her gaze
shone not even a hint of the light
that had greeted him so often
in the gaze of women, in times past.
For a few days now,
I've noticed a certain tension in the air.
Two of my friends departed in the night with their regiments
- in the direction of Milan. - Well...
Since the Spaniards adopted this arrogant attitude,
you have to be on guard... I know something about this, eh!
- Will there be war? - It can't be ruled out.
But who will we side with?
The Spanish or the French?
To Lieutenant Lorenzi it should be indifferent.
He will still succeed in proving his courage.
Then, you are more informed than me, Signor Casanova.
Indeed, you are more informed even than my colonel.
I've just been granted unlimited leave.
I fear I must accept your hospitality a little longer, Marchesa.
Are you joking?
We were... I mean, my wife was so convinced
of your departure that,
10 "fill the void" of your absence
she had already invited another of her dearest friends to the castle.
Very famous for his warbling.
The singer Baldi.
Oh, what luck! Baldi and I are good friends.
- We'll certainly get along. - It would suit both of you.
Good. The time has come, gentlemen,
to express my gratitude to my friend, the Knight of Seingalt,
for honouring my home with his presence!
And where is he?
Where is he, my dear Olivo, this Knight of Seingalt?
Forgive the lieutenant, sir.
Many still know you, sir, by your old and famous name
of Casanova.
I didn't know the king of France had conferred
this noble title on Signor Casanova.
I was able to spare the king the trouble.
The alphabet is a common good.
I chose a number of letters and made myself
the "Knight of Seingalt".
I hope the name I have given myself meets with your approval, Lieutenant.
Come, my friends, let's have another drink.
And tomorrow we'll go to see the convent!
Uncle, you know I don't like convents.
The vow is nothing but compulsion!
Like marriage.
But it's a beautiful place! Isn't it, Abbot?
Beautiful!
Good, eh?
What do you say?
Look, look...
Until recently if I typed Leo, I would come out straight away.
Now instead the names come out of a lot of people I don't know.
- But if I type Lorenzo Marino... - Again?
Do we wanna stop with this?
He already has one foot in Venice,
and you're talking to me about tragedies.
You're on my intercom at three in the morning,
you're hanging out with cattle. What is wrong to you?
Do you think I'm a mess because I envy him, or envy him because I'm a mess?
Look here, look!
What are you doing?
Casanova noticed that in her gaze
shone not even a little of the light that had...
So, I climbed on to the wardrobe in my room
and threw myself off,
flapping my arms like wings...
- Are you filming me? - Yes.
You know that annoys me. Put it down.
Anyway, this is the scar
I got hitting the headboard of the bed.
And now turn it off.
Will you turn it off? Come on.
Turn it off!
- No. - Turn it off.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Cool your jets, all right?
If you made a shit film, take it out on yourself.
Look at you...
You're all the same.
Rich, hysterical and whiny.
Ah, there, done.
- The toilet's fixed as well. - Thanks.
Other problems?
Well... the robot vacuum cleaner does pretty much as it likes!
That must be a problem with the central system.
Have you changed your habits recently?
- No, why? - Eh! "Why?"...
- Antidepressants. - How dare you?
- You have to be very careful. - That's my business, goodbye.
Yes, it might be your business,
but it could also be the business of the house.
Meaning what?
I'm going to reveal a business secret to you,
it's a delicate thing.
A client of ours in Chicago,
when his wife left him, his house flooded
because the taps were all opened at the same time.
The company is still studying it, but it seems the sensors are sensitive
to the owner's mood.
If I were you, I'd be careful.
"Now that my appearance has changed,"
"I look for myself and I can't find me."
"I'm not the same man as yesterday nor today, I am..."
"I was."
Look at those little eyes.
With the pleasure of tormenting himself,
Casanova let the corners of his mouth dangle
even more limply...
The skin slackens
as if enduring a role in bad taste at the theatre.
He showed his tongue...
His white tongue
he croaked in a voice that was intentionally hoarse...
Rather than Casanova
you should've been called Casa-old!
a series of stupid insults against himself.
All right...
I see you're all sorted.
Eh, sometimes I stay the night as well.
Do you miss your wife?
No. We didn't even talk anymore.
- But I have a son. I look after him. - Eh, right!
And you do well to.
He's good with me.
I look after him
and he looks after me.
We help each other!
We talk about our problems.
We tell each other things.
My father
at 76 spread a malaise around him,
of the soul, of the body, that gradually
alienated all the people who loved him.
I didn't go to see him anymore either.
Then one day
he told me,
"I'm turning myself in, I'm going to jail."
He changed the lock on the door
and didn't open it to anyone anymore.
And then one spring day
he opened the windows,
he got on to a chair to see what was going on outside...
What was going on outside?
I never knew.
I found him dead on the pavement.
- You never told me. - In fact.
Secrets and loneliness
kill you.
So, if you want,
I'm here.
I met her on set.
I expected this. It's marcolina, isn't it?
No.
Her name's Silvia, she's a farmer.
But it's not like the other times, eh!
Silvia! What is it?
I'm fine...
It's so beautiful...
Did you have fun on set yesterday?
I don't know.
- Will you pass me the gun? - The gun?
The compressor gun.
This?
It's just that I don't like sitting about doing nothing.
If you don't do anything, you won't understand anything.
- But one thing struck me. - What?
How long it takes to shoot a single scene.
A whole day... it's crazy!
But at least a film lasts forever!
Forever... a film lasts as long as there's someone who wants to see it.
And do you love it forever?
I don't know.
I love it when I'm making it.
Then I feel a kind of affection and I have to make the next one right away.
I, instead, would love you my whole life.
And so, dear marcolina,
you don't like convents.
Yet they're quiet, isolated places,
far from prying eyes.
They're places of obedience
like the courts.
I must confess to you, sir,
that I have no particular affection for the princes of the earth
nor for the institutions of the state as such.
And I'm convinced,
be it in the little things or the big,
that the world is somewhat troubled by selfishness and ambition.
Sir! They're waiting for you.
A shame!
Right now that we were finally alone.
I wish you good luck with the cards and sleep well.
Have you talked to her?
I don't need to talk to her, Casanova, I told you:
marcolina will never belong to a man.
- And Lieutenant Lorenzi? - What does he have to do with it?
- He's her lover, I know! - You're wrong!
Lieutenant Lorenzi asked for her hand and she rejected him.
Even though he's young... and handsome...
Perhaps more handsome than you ever were, Casanova.
Who is it?
Silvia, can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Wait for me to come down. Stay there, I'll come down!
This intercom never works!
I'm pregnant.
Are you joking?
It's mine?
No, it's mine.
But I made it with you.
Furthermore, in 'The Maid of Orleans',
your dear Voltaire displays all his contempt
for religion and patriotic sentiment.
This cannot be denied.
I don't agree with you at all, sir.
I think instead that that poem
is the evidence of his scientific and literary genius
and his tireless and passionate search for the truth.
Doubt, mockery
and even a lack of faith,
if accompanied by a great deal of knowledge, honesty and courage
may be more pleasing to God
than the modesty of a pious man.
Behind which modesty,
cowardice and hypocrisy are often concealed!
We will never be able to grasp the infinite and eternity.
And what are we left with, if not living by the fate assigned to us,
or even against it?
Humility and rebellion both come from God.
True, sir?
Sir! This way.
She isn't a woman, Casanova thought.
She will be a scholar, a philosopher,
she will even be a prodigy, but she isn't a woman.
It's a unique place, isn't it, my friend?
Yes.
marcolina, where are you?
Where are you all?
Casanova?
Who are you?
He couldn't figure out if she were a lover from his past
or a woman he'd never met
who broke her vow of eternal silence.
He only knew one thing:
His name for the first time today,
had reached his heart
with the full sound of love.
They're only excuses, Leo.
But I want it and I'm having it.
A son at 637
Silvia! Do you realise that when he's 7 years old I'll be 70?
So I'll be changing your nappies!
Silvia, please...
But it would mean completely changing my life.
Can you understand me?
Perfectly.
You don't want a child with me
and I won't waste my time with you.
But now let me dance, director.
Dance?
What do you mean, dance?
I have a lot of life ahead of me,
and all the time to fall in love again.
Welcome, Maestro.
We're honoured to have you here. Come, I'll take you to the elevator.
Your dressing room's on the 2nd floor. They're expecting you.
After makeup you'll be taken to the studio.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
Maestro! I can't believe it! I'm Lorenzo Marino.
The idea of being in competition with you in Venice... It's crazy!
You know my father showed me your first films,
and I've seen them all since then. Every one of them!
We could say I "grew up" with your films!
I get the feeling you watched them the wrong way.
Make an effort!
You have to convince them that you're making a great film
and that you have it in your hand.
Alberto, I have nothing in my hands.
"Mesdames et messieurs! Nothing from here, nothing from here!"
Excuse me, how do you talk about a film?
I was just going to ask you to talk about yours.
'The Return of Casanova'.
Yes, but a film cannot talked about...
Could you talk about a night of love?
A film is personal, for those who make it, for those who see it...
But a suggestion, at least, an idea...
What's your film about?
I don't know what to say.
This time while filming I met someone...
Who day after day become increasingly precious.
Do you know what Hitchcock once said?
"For you what I have made is only a film, for me it's my whole life!"
I've always thought that. Always.
For me, life is only bearable when I'm filming.
But... this person made me have some doubts.
After all, what we lack is only a little courage.
But I don't want to avoid your question, eh? So...
Casanova wonders if he still has the strength
to continue to play his character.
And...
I wonder if I still have the time to grab some leftover of life.
I don't know what this film's about.
Alberto, don't make that face, eh!
When one film's dead, you make another.
This is the last time I'm making a film with you.
Get the fuck out of here. Both of you.
Out! Go!
OK...
I'm almost home.
What are you gonna do?
Find an autobank, get a taxi.
- See you, eh! - Bye.
WITHDRAWALS AND PAYMENTS
I'm stuck inside!
Welcome home, Leo!
I'm going to piss.
Welcome home, Leo!
Leo! What the fuck's going on?
The house is rebelling against melancholy.
It can happen, you know?
It happened in Chicago. The technician told me.
Welcome home, Leo!
What the fuck...?
Welcome home, Leo!
- Good evening! - Good evening, I'd like a double.
For the Maestro on his own.
How long will he be staying?
Tonight to start with, then we'll see.
Leo? Do you have some ID?
Look, in the meantime, take my ID.
If you want to check on the internet
search for Leo Bernardi.
All right, give me a moment.
Nothing.
Look better: This gentleman here is the Maestro Leo Bernardi!
Search!
Ah... There he is!
Excuse me?
Maestro of what?
Is this you?
I don't know what to do anymore, Gianni.
The truth is, I feel I'm drifting.
So tell the truth!
If you feel you're drifting, we'll make a drifting film.
Here. This is to help you sleep.
Four, five drops, eh! Don't attach yourself to the bottle.
Thanks.
Please, come out
at least two drops! Little! But come out.
Let's go, come on.
I'm tired, this game's boring me.
I'll take my leave, gentlemen.
Good night to you all.
My compliments, sir, you were better informed than me.
My regiment is actually leaving, the day after tomorrow, before sundown.
- And you're only telling us now? - But it's not that important.
Not so much for me. But for my wife!
Don't you think?
And a little bit for me as well,
since yesterday I lost 400 ducats to you
that I would like to win back.
Here they are, Marquis. Let's play them all at once.
So you won't have to run for long after your money.
Thank you, gentlemen! This will be my last game for a long time
- in this hospitable home. - Sit down, Lieutenant.
The night is still young.
And my wife is a patient woman.
If you like, my coachman can go home and warn her
that you'll be late!
I have to go to Mantua to join my regiment.
To Mantua...
To Mantua!
Regiment...
And I don't have a ducat left!
I have the money, Lorenzi.
That's two thousand ducats.
And I can lend you more if necessary.
Sit down, Lieutenant, let's play.
Gentlemen! Maybe we should go to prepare for the night.
We wish you all sweet dreams.
A thousand ducats.
We'll stop here.
Maybe it's best for me and the dear abbot too...
Please, forgive me, gentlemen,
for my shameless luck.
Well, Marquis,
as you can see I can't continue, I have nothing left.
And I don't intend to take any more loans.
Now you must excuse me, gentlemen...
I'm going to get the money.
I'm really curious as to how you'll do that.
There isn't a single person in town
willing to lend you one ducat, let alone two thousand!
Besides, you're about to leave for the war,
you might not even come back.
You'll get your money back, Marquis
- on my honour. - Your honour?
For me your honour isn't worth half a ducat,
never mind two thousand.
You will give me satisfaction for this, Marquis.
As soon as you've paid your debts.
However, we have to allow Lieutenant Lorenzi
to go to get the money.
Well, that's right, Marquis!
I agree. But I demand a pledge.
Whatever Lieutenant Lorenzi might have done,
you, Marquis, are the worst of rogues.
At our age, we mustn't let anyone beat us.
My pledge.
Are you satisfied, Marquis?
Very satisfied.
Also because I know these stones very well.
I gave them to my wife myself,
and now you've come home!
Magnificent!
I'll be waiting for you at noon tomorrow with my money.
Good night, gentlemen.
Where are we going, sir?
I have a proposal to make, Lorenzi!
I have no intention of accepting your charity.
I'm not offering you money, but rather an exchange!
Here are the two thousand ducats that you need.
You spoke of an exchange.
I'm listening.
You will simply tell me yes or no.
Even if my proposal should provoke your astonishment,
disapproval or indignation.
I want to enjoy a whole night
with marcolina.
And to do that I want marcolina to think that I'm you, Lorenzi.
You will now go and propose to her one last night of love without words,
in such a way that she won't wonder about my silence.
You'll tell her to leave the window open
and to be ready, naked with her eyes blindfolded,
to make it more exciting.
I'll be gone before the sun comes up.
She won't be able to recognise me in any way.
If you accept this exchange,
these are yours.
It was a deal like any other, Lorenzi, now we're equal.
Hello, I'm the manager of the hotel.
And?
I'm sorry to disturb you, Maestro,
but we have a serious problem.
Word got out that you're staying here with us
and we have a number of reporters in the lobby asking for you.
Well... so what?
We've taken the utmost care with your privacy.
But at this point we have to do the same
for our other guests.
I believe that a greeting would be enough,
a couple of words... to send them away.
A couple of words?
Of course!
Give me time to get tidied up.
Thank you very much...
Back!
- Why did you take refuge here? - Bastards!
Easy, easy.
Maestro! Is this film ready?
Will there be an all-Italian challenge at Venice?
What... what...?
Back!
Why another film about Casanova?
- Out! - Maestro, have you met Marino?
Out!
Tell me I'm a genius.
"Bernardi attacks the press."
"Casanova throws down the gauntlet." Eh!
"Venice explodes."
"Marino replies to Bernardi: See you at the Festival!"
What is it? You not got anything to say to your director?
You're right, it's all bullshit, the important thing is the film.
I've finished it.
What do you mean, you've finished it?
And you didn't tell me anything?
Well, you could've told me, couldn't you?
It's my film!
But you...
You really are an egotist!
You're a capricious child.
You're a narcissist.
You listen only to yourself.
You've never listened to a word anyone else had to say.
I've been in here for days working for you!
And you play the fool with the press!
The truth is, you don't want the finish the film,
because real life is waiting for you out there.
So now you sit in that chair and do your homework!
And you watch it from start to finish.
Otherwise, don't come back here!
Fuck you...
Stop!
He read a single word in her eyes.
Not bastard, coward or thief...
But the most terrible of all:
Old!
I was waiting for you.
Lieutenant Lorenzi
don't you think this idea has come to you a little late?
One of us won't leave this place alive, sir...
As you wish.
But I would like to point out that unfortunately I'd be forced
to appear in a wholly inadequate outfit.
Follow me.
I don't intend to give you any advantage.
Casanova thought that perhaps he was living
the last moments of his life.
After all, what else did he still have to do in the world?
How thin the trees are up there...
Why are the birds not singing in the branches?
I'm ready.
What if I throw my sword away?
If I hug him?
En garde, sir.
Why that angry look, marcolina?
Look at us.
Are we not both worthy of your love?
Youth and old age are only a lie!
He is young,
but I'm Casanova!
Lucky you.
I watched it, eh!
I think we'll have to go back to Venice...
Gianni, thank you.
That's why I liked you when you said that the cinema
is like the passion of love.
Because it's true! That's how it is!
Our story too, if you think about it, no?
The story of a director with his actor... there,
it has everything of the love story. Absolutely everything, eh!
- Don't get me wrong now... - No! I'm with you, I'm with you.
- I see you misunderstood me. - No! I haven't misunderstood you.
So tell me what I said.
That you have a feeling for me that's like love, but you're not homosexual.
- You see, you misunderstood. - So, you're in love with me
- and you're homosexual! - But no! You're misunderstanding.
You keep misunderstanding, Leo.
Even though
it's true that I was jealous of you.
And that I envied you, a lot.
Do you know when?
Yes.
When?
When Silvia came to the set.
She brought oranges
she peeled them with her fingers
and fed me like a child.
Exactly.
I now
am no longer Casanova,
in a month I'll be Uncle Vanya, then
a Mafia boss in a TV series...
Instead there,
I saw how you looked at each other. There was
real life in that gaze. Do you understand?
Not cinema, real life.
And I envied you.
Casanova finally returned home.
But his first and much desired dream at home
was dark and dreamless.
The new world...
The magic lantern...
Come in and see the new world.
He's good, though, eh?
Yes.
Very.
He's still a dickhead, because he's 30.
Let's have a toast, shall we?
To Lorenzo Marino's Golden Lion,
and to youth.
- I'm going, I'm shattered. - Bye.
Thanks.
When one film's dead, you make another!
What are you doing here?
I wanted to see the film.
But I couldn't get a ticket.
So I went for a swim.
TO CORRADO COHEN, THE LAST OF THE LIBERTINES
THE RETURN OF CASANOVA