French Titrate : "Maiakovski a Montparnasse"
a Bruce Krebs'movie
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The story :
Vladimir Maļakovski is a poet, a playwright and an actor. It was one of the leader of the Cubo-futuristic movement in Russia. At the time of a short passage in Paris, Maiakovski discovers the rumours about him. Tom Thomas Krebs wrote this film starting from the texts of the poet. | |
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Editing :
The Maiakovski'reflexions are expressed by geometrical forms. (in a abstract style) The drinkers of the breweries of Montparnasse are represented by abstract forms, more aggressive... |
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Behind plane a hubbub of bar
Woman 1 (amused) - All roads lead to Rome! you know. Man 1 (reassuring) - But not here in Montparnasse. Man 1 - In all this breweries, one can come there from everywhere, by thousand and one ways, we flows there from the boulevard. |
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Man 2 - Waiter, an American grog!. The waiter - one grog, one ! Woman 2 (confidential) - Here, a few moments ago, Maiakovski came in. The lame one... Did you see him?... |
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Maļakovski (to himself) - In the bar hubbub, the words, the mouths, the faces merge initially. But from all these words, the rumour emerges, the sentences become deformed |
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Man 1 - He's a cop, I tell you. Man 2 - With whom he was? Woman 2 (very proud) - With Nicolas Nicolaievitch . Man 1 (convinced) - He's here to pose bombs... Woman 3 - Where ? Man 1 - In the "bois de Boulogne"... Homme 2 (taunting) - Which one ? Woman 2 - Ah well ! The great duke, of course! |
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Man 2 (merry) - Jokes all that... and painful to hear! He's not called Michka, but Pavel! - Listen, often I tell him: "You see, my dear Pavel!... you would have to..." Woman 2 (stopping him) - his wife also, besides... the princess...hmm... a brown girl there, who is not thirty years old... Woman 1 - No! Maiakovski? He's not married! Woman 2 - But of course yes, he is! With a empress, I tell you! Woman 1 - Which one? This woman who has been shoted ?... |
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Man 2 - The tcheka (the police force from over there) has all confiscated he Nekrassov poet work... and gave the all to Maļakovski! Woman 3 - Do you believe it ? Man 2 - If I believe it ? Woman 2 - And it sells... all worms, all, all, until the least comma! Ha has all swiped ! I tell you ! » |
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Maļakovski (poetize) - Oh Paris! Eternal Capital ! Are they worthy of you, this emigrants'gossip. J'étouffe, Sortons méditer... (he goes to the boulevard) |
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... What to do? To spit on all that! (evasive) aaah! Everyone doesn't have the hollow ears! But all the same, with force, like that, forcing... It could be engraved!.. |
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Maiakovski (he send to the drinkers assembly) - Listen, friends, when you read that Maiakovski is buddy with Churchill... or he married the Lincoln'girl, I ask you humbly to don't believe it... (During this speech, the gossip began again, the voices mix.) All together begin their reflexions again: - He is here to pose bombs... Where ?... The tcheka, the police there, it confiscated all Nekrassov... In the "bois de Boulogne"... That one who was shot ?... The Great duc ! ... The lame one? ...The tcheka... |
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... Don't you see him ? ...Maiakovski saved her with a million dollars! Maiakovski... he is a poet... No, he's a cop, I tell you... Maļakovski (to himself) - Often, I wonder whether if I wouldn't make better pose a final point to my life. |
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All together begin their reflexions again: - That one who has been shoted... Tell me so ?... The great Duc ! sure... for a million dollars!... The tcheka... Maiakovski is a poet... he's here to pose bombs... here to pose bombs... pose bombs... |
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Maļakovski (to himself) - ... I wonder whether... |
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...if a bullet...
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| (shot, the blue triangle carries with him the white circle...) |
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