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Here in Showland, everyone is part of the fun
which is why our weapon is mockery.
Look here, we've got lots for you today.
We've got Paulete Beirinha, Suzana Estylo de Gata
a number by Marquinhos Odara
and the sensational golden member contest!
You like that, don't you?
And me, with the five-hundred-odd masks
of the most noteworthy nightlife in Recife
that blockbuster night that makes all forms of authority quake.
The Moulin Rouge of the outskirts, the Broadway of the poor
the Studio 54 of the slums
welcome to the Star-spangled Floor!
TATTOO
Please welcome!
Company, daybreak! On your feet!
This company has three minutes to get into formation and ready for inspection!
Dismissed!
Move it, men! Move it.
Go, go, go!
***, Cinho. The fright.
Close the *** curtain, Paulete.
Been to the bathroom have you?
You're rotten.
l had a tremendous bellyache this morning.
What a lack of class.
I'm supposed to have lunch at home today.
Dad wants us to have a family lunch.
Don't go.
Let's go to the beach.
We can spend the whole day there.
That's how I’m feeling today,
all solar!
Give it a rest, Paulete. Come and help me with this.
Yesterday was my best show yet.
It was...
What's that word l always forget?
Which?
You forget them all.
Know-it-all for some things, dumb as a brick for others.
A dumb ***'s a dead ***, Cinho.
Ridiculous...
You mean to say you didn't think so?
You woke me up just to ask me that,
didn't you?
More or less.
You have to be more professional, you know?
Come here.
To be the specialist, think you're the best...
No sunshine, l don't think that.
l don't think I’m the best, l am the best.
I’m El mejor!
The what?
El mejor!
Oh yeah? Tone it down a bit.
- Tone yourself down. - Go, girl. Do it.
El mejor.
So Fininha, are you going or not?
You're on leave until Monday.
l can't, l have to visit my mother.
Private Araújo, Private Araújo.
Every time it comes to hitting the town, he runs and hides.
Afraid of beaver, are you?
Private Gusmão! Play ball, come on.
Sergeant's pet.
Hey!
It's a game!
Let's play.
Crush!
What have you got?
Coconut, strawberry, guava, apple, tutti-frutti.
Give me a red one, will you?
Do you have large?
No, just small today.
So a splash of white too, then.
Want one?
No way.
That stuff's made with sewage water.
What's that lad?
My water's filtered.
l know exactly the water the poor make ice with.
*** ***.
Look at that, ***!
Discovered Brazil, did you?
Be careful, you might hurt my feelings calling me that.
How much is one?
Fifty cents.
Just the one.
What ugly feet, man!
What a piece of work.
Bye! Come back later, okay? l want a sewage one.
Sewage crush, nice and black!
l can't stop thinking about the next show, Paulete.
Indecency and luminosity.
Sin.
The praxis of the improbable and the epiphany of disorder.
Praxis and epiphany, Clecinho?
Praxis is doing rather than thinking.
Screwing rather than wanking.
And epiphany is lending direction to life, body to soul.
Vent to desire.
Got it.
Those two playing beach tennis.
Is that praxis or epiphany?
Don't know.
I’m not close enough to tell
l got all dirty!
Seven, eight, enter!
Turn! In formation! Freeze.
In come the three dames of Pernambucan theater.
That's it.
Strife!
Louder.
Did you see what they did to censorship?
Careful!
Hide!
Here comes Hope.
Brazil, the country of the future!
Pass, pass on, Hope!
Marvelous. Mind your voice.
And Marquinho, when Suzana says future and Hope
you've already come on, played it up
set the scene and whip stitched grace, okay love.
The timing is perfect. Tell me, is it hard?
It’s just l get nervous, Clécio.
Scaredy cat.
Nervous. That's too much weed on the marbles.
- Did you like it? - l did.
l think...
It’s more like theater than just doing a show.
Because,
with every show l keep thinking
whether it's really all that important, that serious
But it's important to us, Paulete.
We have to have two or three things running here
So that at least one will have some effect.
That doesn't mean one is better than the other.
I’m not saying it's better, Clecinho.
l just think theater is more intelligent, more artistic, see?
No, no, there is no such distinction, Paulete.
This here is part of our deal with the future.
We bring the razor's edge today
so that the public will bring the grammar tomorrow, love.
Hey, I’m closing the deal on the manor.
No way, Clecinho!
lf it all goes to plan, we'll move everyone in there. Everyone.
Come here! No-one knows a thing,
so keep this trap shut.
Whipped milk creams,
so hold your tongue...
Don't ask me to keep a secret; my body'll start to itch with need.
Get a grip.
My *** is a rocket!
How's the cake?
Great, mom. Delicious.
l thought you wouldn't be coming. You took so long!
Oh, mom, l couldn't make it.
It’s nuts at the barracks,
there's so much work.
Aunt Zoza, look at these pudgy cheeks, so lovely!
And the baby, Ceminha?
The baby, girl?
l dreamt of him again,
he was dancing out in the yard.
He had this Saci cap on, bright red.
Mercy me, Ceminha!
Saci!
There’ll be no Saci,
that’s all we need!
On top of everything, “the thing” is a wood sprite!
Arlindo, look...
Mom did the embroidery,
isn't it pretty?
Look...
Is it a boy or a girl?
Don't know. Aunt Zozima says it's a boy.
Pretty.
Mom, I’m going to see Jandira, okay?
That one, mercy me!
l don't know how Albanita lets Arlindo...
When are you going to Recife?
Why would l?
You're all l have there, as for the rest...
And don't you always come here? So...
I'd like to go to Recife.
- Would you? - Yes.
So I'll take you, then.
- Will you? - Sure!
- I’ll show you where l live. - Will you?
Bye mom.
- Bless you. - God bless you, son.
Don't be late.
- When will you be back? - l don't know.
- Hurry up, Deusa. - l am hurrying
l have things to do in there. Are you bringing Tuca over today?
Today's your day to stay with him. What time should I bring him?
- Just let me know first, okay? - l did, Clecio.
- A fortnight ago. - Well?
Paulete!
- It’s the tablecloth l gave you! - Yes, it is.
- What do you think? - Marvelous, love.
And you, gorgeous What do you think?
Lovely!
Have you decided what you're going to be when you grow up, Tuca?
Paulete, rest your mouth for a minute, will you?
There's something l have to discuss with Deusa.
So I’ll go rest my mouth then.
You know l don’t like it when you bring Tuca over here, Deusa.
This is no place for a child.
Clecio, there’s no such thing as an appropriate place
only an appropriate upbringing.
- He called me a child! - He did.
- Yes, l did. - Hang on, dad!
That's not funny.
What? Did you hear that?
Take that, oaf.
Didn't you say you were taking him today?
Did l say that?
- Didn't he, Tuca? - Yes, he did.
Tuca?
Tuquinha?
You did.
Did so.
Okay, what can l do?
I’ll take him back tomorrow, then.
And we can have lunch with your grandma.
Hey, mister, no drinking beer, you hear?
Got it, Missus Deusa.
Any trouble, you know what to do: invent.
That's about all l know how to do.
- Alright Arlindinho. Go easy. - Just a little more, go on.
Tomorrow we'll go to the waterfall and you can play some more.
- You're all tipsy! - Are you enjoying the party?
Can you feel it?
What a *** little ***!
This here is ***! Nearly tearing through my trousers.
Hey, ***'s sake.
Every president has the dragon of independence he deserves.
Every Saint George has the warring dragon he deserves!
And every Star-spangled Floor has...
the dragoness it deserves! Good night Floor!
Tonight's party is a tribute to Brazilian Brazil.
Thelminha gorgeous!
She loves to sing in spring, Para, and he comes from Quito.
Para Keet!
Good job there's lots of people from out of town
so they clap without being asked.
Save your palms, because today there'll be a lot to applaud.
Hey, sonny,
Hey, sonny, l said spare your palms, right?
Take your hands off her.
Didn't you hear me?
So, what's your name?
It’s...Glauber.
Glauber Rocha? No?!
We're made. Licensed anarchy and cinema novo?
Glauber Rocha, folks!
No, it's not? So what is it?
Melo. Glauber Melo.
And there l was, getting all carried away. The disappointment.
And this nymphet at your side must be Sonia Braga?
It’s Glauce.
Glauce Rocha? No?! What a night, people! Glauce Rocha!
Wrong again. Who is it?
Glauce Lacerda.
Related to the singer or the elevator?
- The elevator! - The singer!
You are Glauber Rocha; you won't let Glauce get a word in!
l love people who join in.
That's enough small talk. It’s time to stiffen up.
I’d like to call on-stage...
someone who promised to write a poem especially for us.
Please welcome our invention-poet, Professor Joubert Mauritz!
Hot!
From here.
- Hey. What? - From here, here!
What's that, star?!
No, everyone here's an artist, you have to show yourself!
Up on-stage!
Stage! Stage! Stage!
Come on up!
Contradictions in human relations are the leitmotif of change.
It’s difference that nourishes unity.
We unite in difference.
So set aside these painful provincialisms of one-eyed vision.
Semiotic, yes. Lost from view? Never!
We are now buying our clothes
for the catwalk that is yet to arrive.
I’m here to ensure
that each of you gets the poetic farts that l produce.
l scratch the people with my shadow...
and it is for that shadow that l am damned and marked.
Falling,
Falling, multiple and always.
Toward the leap!
Dad, l want to get married!
Oh my daughter, tell me to whom?
l want to marry the soldier.
With the soldier you won't be well wed.
Why is that, dad?
First the soldier sticks his hammer in the cannon
then he sticks it in you too.
Dad, l want to get married!
Oh my daughter, tell me to whom?
l want to marry the transvestite.
With the transvestite, you'll be well wed.
Why is that, dad?
Because the transvestite can serve first as a man
and then afterwards as a woman.
A little butterfly fluttered from the barracks
come to see the *** going on in the brothel!
I’m a butterfly pretty and ***
wander among the males waiting for one to want me.
You brat! Come get some slipper!
l should tell your mothers about this!
- The heat! - What heat?!
- The heat under this hat! - Get you to the North Pole!
Go home and never come back!
Never come back! Never come back!
Hey, my son, l was there acting!
Hey, my son, l was there acting!
l saw soldiers fall in the forest!
l saw soldiers fall in the forest!
Go home and never come back!
Go home and never come back!
Tonight I’m going over to Jandira's
to leave something with her brother.
Come with us to the beach party, everyone's going.
l cant. You should come see the show. There's going to be a show.
I’ll have a word with Paulinho, he can get you in for free.
*** the show. You're always busy.
Didn't l tell you?
At the first mention of beaver, this guy does a runner.
Look at this flying *** Fininha, look.
Look here! Look at that ***!
***.
Evening!
Evening!
- Evening. - Evening.
I’d like a word with Paulinho.
Paulinho. Paulo Batista is the name.
l don't know him.
He works here. l brought a package from his sister.
He said that if l came, l could come in and watch the show.
Do you know any Paulo Batista?
Strange. It must be Paulete.
Paulete.
Dolores, call Paulete!
Come back, coz this pain cuts through me
And life no longer interests me
lf you are going to live with some other man
Come back
I’ll forgive your wanderings, your vices
I’ll go back to the beginning
Carrying you back, once again. Back from the bar
Come back
l can't live without you
l can't choose
Between your smell. And nothing at all
Come back
Tell me our love is not a lie
And that you still need me
Beg forgiveness one more time
Dear God, Jandira is nuts, isn't she, Arlindo?
What are you looking at me all dumb for?
l didn't know...
l thought you were an artist.
Do you see any other artists around here?
l am an artist, sonny.
An actor.
Stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.
Do you have a beer, Paulinho?
Soninha, bring a beer for my brother-in-law.
Back in a sec.
So l searched
On the streets of Aurora l lamented
And l confess l may have thrown
Your photos and records into the sea
So l searched
For your scent On the streets that l walked
On the bodies of the men l loved
Trying to find you
It is l who gives skin to goose bumps.
l pluck the sacred from the profane
and know the letter of the past by heart.
It is l who gives sound to instruments.
And even before
and even before the lament of things cut...
by vested words.
It is l who cuts the dead
and tosses the salad of lascivious nights
of the empty province
and the winged moths.
l bring cold to time
and tear the vague wave from cinema...
that never, but never, will be invented.
l give shamelessness to the body
and tankards to the well-loved.
To the vomit l give stomach, l run the pedestrian down
l tire the shape in the bed
l give content to the hollow, silent.
Ah, this guy has consumed me...
me and all that l wanted.
With his childish eyes...
With his bandit's eyes
Ah, this guy has consumed me
me and all that l wanted
With his childish eyes
With his bandit's eyes
He is in my life because he wants to be.
And me, for whatever may come to pass.
He arrives at night fall...
And disappears before dawn...
He is what he wants...
He is the man...
l am but a woman
A woman.
Bravo!
People, this here is Arlindo.
Be advised straight away that he is my brother-in-law.
l love my sister and l know my troupe
so keep your hand off.
Paulete, my favorite.
Jealousy is the first mode of capitalist possession.
That's where desire gets mixed up with merchandise
- and befuddles the mind - No, Jo-Jo.
You're befuddling me with this philosophy of yours.
I've just played Lady Macbeth.
l know all there is to know. l don't need this kind of talk.
Let's go get everything ready
an early start on anarchy and pleasure.
Clécio.
- Nice to meet you. - A pleasure.
Sit down. Marquinho, shove over.
- Are you drinking? - Yes.
Arlindo, right?
Okay Arlindo, what's your girlfriend's name
- Paulete's sister? - Jandira.
- Jandira. - l heard you.
Did you know that Jandira is the name of a poem by Murilo Mendes?
How'd you like it?
Like what?
The show, the house...
Me?
It’s my first time in a place like this.
l liked your singing.
Doesn't the costume make you hot?
You either think of the heat or the elegance, right?
It’s a real coincidence.
l was sure you'd turn up one day.
My aunt Zozima says that coincidence is proof of God.
So we're made, then.
Tradition, family, all that's missing is property.
Where do you live?
l live at the barracks.
The barracks?
An infiltrator?
A secret agent for the dictatorship?
What are you doing here boy?
Come to spy on us?
To punish us?
Or are you here to arrest us?
Today l want the most beautiful rose
This is the song l told you about.
Do you know it?
And the first star to emerge
You have a special voice.
You don't look like you do, but when you hear it
it's impossible to imagine any other.
They call me Fininha at the barracks.
Fininha?
It’s better than Arlindo.
Not that Arlindo is an ugly name, but Fininha suits you better.
You don't look like a Clécio either.
You look like something else.
Let's dance?
l want the joy Of a returning ship
l want the tenderness Of hands meeting
To decorate the night For my love
I’ve never danced like this with a man before.
I’ve never danced like this with a soldier.
l want all the world's beauty
To decorate the night For my love
You smell sweet.
Sweet?
It’s hot in here.
l served in the army, but I’ve never felt that smell before.
You were in the army?
How old are you?
But how my love Delayed along the way
You don't look it.
Were you really in the army?
My father is a military officer.
He thought that serving in the army would set me straight.
Make a man of me.
Have you ever kissed a man?
Is that your first time?
Sweet
***
Want to go bodysurfing?
Mr. Nado, it's so hot, so hot inside this cabin.
lf l grab hold of yours, you grab hold of mine.
Mr. Nado, it's so hot, so hot inside this cabin
lf you grab hold of mine, I’ll grab hold of yours.
No, Nado, just kidding.
Nado, just up there on the right you'll see a house
with a bunch of young nuts, lots of young nuts
and ***, loads of ***, all shuddering on the mast.
Its *** on masts, Nado! Lots of *** on masts.
Nado just sits there smiling.
Keep smiling Nado, as soon as we get there, big smile
and your *** will be busy in three shakes.
Look, Deusa! Deusa, my woman! Woman of God!
Pull up! Come on, jump in, you marvelous thing.
- Not now, Paulete. - I’m going!
Let's go Tuquete, Tuquete!
- Take care, kid! - Let's go, Nado!
Paulete, darling!
I’ve had my eye on this house for ages.
It’s great here, we can practice
get stuff ready, have some meetings.
Yeah, no more days off?
No, leave the Floor for shows, plays, you know?
The mattress goes in here.
Or the gang will get their hands on it
and I’ll never have a good night's sleep again.
And the boxes of records, in here or in your room?
The records can stay here, they're collective.
But not my bed.
- Can l stay here tonight? - Tuca!
Another day, Tuquinha.
Deuseti! Don't believe anything he says about me, okay?
Paulete is being a pain in the ***.
- Jealous. - What?
Jealous.
Attention, attention!
Stew time is over, let digestion time begin.
Look where it was since the beginning of the party!
Let's go! Line up here.
This *** is so pretty! This *** is so pretty!
Hey, you stay!
I’m going to get you Out of my face
I’m going to get you Out of my face
I’m going to get you Out of my face
Get you out Get you out of my face
Stuck on me Like smudged make-up
After some fun
Baby
I’ll have none Of your blah blah blah
I’m going to get you Out of my face
I’m going to get you Out of my face
Get you out Get you out of my face
It’s a bit brazen, Fininha?
Isn't it?
A right *** show.
l can just hear Paulete!
“Ah, Clecinho, Fininha's where it's at, so go on
Fininha's not so fine now, is he?”
Didn't you say we don't have a contract
that nobody belongs to anybody else?
But with Erico, Fininha?
For ***'s sake, with Erico of all people?
I’m going to bed.
I’m *** tired.
- Get out. - Get out?
You're standing here waiting for me, telling me to go.
What's that smell? The smell?
- What smell? - This.
Beans.
Did you shower? Did you?
You're too sweaty, get out.
- Were you jealous? - Jealous, boy?
- You were jealous as hell. - Grow up.
- Close the door. - What?
Close the door, go on!
Is anyone a mommy here?
Does anyone love his mother here?
We respect out mothers, but we love our country, sir!
To whom do you owe obedience and respect?
To the country, and only the country, sir!
Attention company, on my command!
Company, attention!
Fininha!
Hey, what's wrong?
What is it, man?
l know you like it. Grab it.
Give me your hand, put it here. What is it?
What's wrong? What's wrong, man? Won't you grab it?
Please.
Let's do it, me and you.
l know you're upset, but we need to talk.
Oh ***.
Look, having to take Paulete saying that the money comes in
but no one sees it
That's just Paulete, why do you still let it get to you?
Tuquinha has a problem at school, you hear?
What's going on?
They want to kick him out.
There was a fight in the classroom.
He told the teacher there was no God, only goddesses.
The fight was because he's the son of a
single mother and his father's a ***.
That's what he said they said to him.
*** hell.
How did he react?
He did what we told him to do. He asked: what's the problem?
So then his classmate says...
that the problem is that God created men for women.
Imagine the confusion!
Someone got at my rinse-in cream and I’ll have you all know...
that they'd better hide it well or the *** will hit the fan in here!
Woman of God!
Going somewhere Paulete?
Can't you see everyone is working here?
Opening night is coming up. And you've done nothing...
l am going out Clecinho
because I’m tired of giving, giving and
getting nothing but hard looks and words in return.
So now I’m going to give something else that's far more important.
This is not a drug den, to have this dealer hanging around.
l don't want anyone dealing in here, in fact, nobody does.
That's all we needed, a primadona calling the shots.
Clécio, remember, before you go trying to kick anyone out...
or bring anyone in, we all have the same rights here, got it?
Yeah Paulete, go at it all night long, girl.
l pity you, Paulete!
I’m going to go at it on your face
you and everyone else in here, except Clécio, got it?
Or he'll kick me out too.
Bye!
We're going to talk to psychologist tomorrow
No Deusa, I’m not going.
Go there and talk to those cracks?
There's more...
What now, Deusa?
You remember that bust up with the army
You know who was in the middle of the soldiers? Fininha.
He didn't see me, but l saw him. So did Joubert...
and we though...
l don't want my son hanging out with a repressor, you know?
Aren't we against that ***?
l don't want my son hanging out with a soldier.
Your life is your business, but Tuca's is ours.
What a *** day!
Out!
l saw the film in Rio. Did you?
They put little black balls to cover the girls' ***.
- How's that? - To hide them.
You can't imagine. All l know is that when the girls start running
these little balls go bouncing along with their ***.
So it was a *** hunt. Seemed like it.
*** ridiculous! And the film, was it good?
It was *** brilliant.
It’s gonna take ages to see it over here.
There was one really absurd scene.
The guys, who were a real heavy crew
took this *** sculpture and *** a woman with it.
It was a very, very big ***, Marquinho.
Was there a little ball on it too?
l think it was too big for that.
You're crazy!
But then it had its own balls and looks like a swinging ***!
Swinging ***?
How's that? A swinging ***!
It sucks! Discriminating against sex like that, banning it!
l never saw a *** stabbing anyone or a *** shooting anyone.
But they have to cover it, they have to hide it...
Imagine if they put lots of little balls over our shows too?
There would be balls on the ***, the balls, the ***
So long as Soninha is taking care of the censors...
we are free from the little black balls.
Be careful not to swallow your own poison, ***!
Hi, Marquinho. You're back from Rio already?
Is Clécio there?
Heck, Fininha? Not like that.
Come pay your toll and give us a little kiss.
And mine?
Go on in. He is in his room, very focused.
So Fininha.
Deusa is mad as hell...
so am l.
No one likes walking down the street with the sound...
of a *** truncheon ringing in their ear, right?
Deusa of all people, the best person l know...
and you know that...
and now she doesn't want you near Tuca.
And she's right.
We taught the boy that that stuff...
was wrong, and there's you, *** in the middle of it.
l was following orders. Yeah, l know.
l know. You were following orders, it's your duty...
and all that.
But here, Fininha, everyone's saying you're spying on us.
Hang on, stay still.
You're spying.
Don't you know these people are paranoid about the army?
You know that I’m not spying? l know.
I’m not rat. I’m not spying on anyone.
l know. l. And l alone.
No one here is obliged to think this and not that.
Now, you say you have no part in that...
that your work is internal, with the dentist
and everyone sees you charging people down in the street!
I’m not with the dentist anymore.
The voice comes out horrible, all muffled.
When you try to speak, speak louder, ok?
l said I’m not with the dentist anymore.
The sergeant has me transferred.
Why did he do that, can you tell me?
They said that l was hanging out with you guys.
Louder, l can't hear you.
They said l was hanging out with you guys.
So he got mad and transferred me from the dentist's.
How come?
He was mad?
What's all this about, hey Fininha?
Why was he mad?
l had a thing with him.
Then he got mad when someone told him l was...
that l was...
You know, Clécio.
So you had a fling with this Sargeant, is that it, Fininha?
Is it?
At night l head For the joyous city
Glorified in solid buildings
And l am faced With human belief
Fed on sordid desires
All that is left Is the romantic illusion
Dresses in the bodies Of languid women
And redemption Through metamorphosis
From the iconoclast To the noble sort
Who knows Someday
I’ll end in tedium.
Even living
This tropical joy.
At carnival
All that remains is alcohol.
To drown All the morbid thoughts
I’ve never heard of such a thing.
l don't know.
I’ve been alive so long, but never heard the like.
Born headless?
The poor thing.
Her name is Andreia.
Aunt Zozima said it would be a boy...
but it was born a girl. Andreia.
I’d never seen a child born headless before.
It’s a sign from God.
Aunt Zozima.
Life is spinning like a water drop...
and there you are, trying people's patience!
People think sins go unpunished, but you always pay.
Could it really be that?
The punishment was so severe.
lf it had been a boy, I’d have called him André.
But it's a girl.
There is no such thing as sin.
It’s just made up.
Now things are really hunky-dory!
The father was a communist and the son's an atheist!
There are no communists or atheists here.
Oh my God. l don't know what sin it was l committed
to have to endure this.
Living at someone's leisure and having to put up with this.
Is no one going to help me, no?
Maybe it's just as well l went blind...
so as not to have to see this filth. Gold help me.
They're going to wake her up.
How long are you staying?
Baby funerals are so sad.
I’m going back tomorrow.
Since they dumped the cane sludge in there, we can't swim there.
How are things in Recife?
l want to stay there.
They dumped cane sludge?
l want to stay there.
Here we are We are the Star-spangled Floor
Our Floor is about to shine
But don't be mistaken We are dangerous
Delicious and full of love
Come on over And join this dance
Come see the point Of the lance
Come on over And join this dance
Come see the point Of the lance
“Once again during its opening in our city...
the members of Star-spangled Floor...
exposed the theater-going public...
to their much-feared happenings.”
Ouch!
“Resorting to sensuality...
they did exact some occasional laughter.”
He was economical here.
“But the general feeling was of mortification.” You don't say!
“As for the leadership of the extravagant Clécio Wanderley...”
- Lies, extravagant? - I’m the extravagant one.
People, this man has love me better.
“The group jumped, mocked...
and milked other works for its own ends...”
Free negative advertising, in other words, public guaranteed.
Paulete, l want to talk to you afterwards, ok?
Me?
Sit down
nice and close.
That's right.
Let's make a deal?
What deal?
We, Paulete, are yoke of the same egg...
you know?
Then suddenly you went one way...
and l another...
- And l think it's time we... - You were the one who pulled away.
l think it's time we fixed this watch.
l find you too detached Paulete. Obstinate.
Deusa says you're jealous of Fininha.
For God's sake. That's all l needed to hear.
Jealous, Clécio?
The boy is going out with my sister...
he abandons her, says nothing to her...
holes himself up with you in your room and you say I’m jealous?
For Christ's sake.
Jandira keeps calling, asking me what's going on and l can't say.
Because if l do, I’m the scumbag, I’m the ***.
Easy, easy, don't mix things up.
Fininha is very young, he didn't know...
- how to handle the situation... - At his age
- l was already scraping hell... - It’s different, Paulete.
You were raised in bedlam, the lad is only starting out.
Starting out?
Paulete, l asked you in here to get over this, can we?
I’m worried about you, Paulete.
You're always off the rails.
l go look for you and you're drunk as a skunk.
You nodded off twice during the presentation, Paulete. Twice!
Where's the professional actor who loves theater?
We're going to debut the piece soon.
Let's grow, together. Everyone.
And stay away from that dealer, he's not the man for you, Paulete.
Getting high and going wild is one thing...
but having that guy in here is another.
No one wants him here, no one.
He's trouble, he’s jailbait.
And stop saying that I’m robbing from you guys.
Cut that out, ok?
You see, Clecinho, see?
- l never said that, Clecinho. - You did.
l never said that you were robbing.
What l said, and say, is that we work...
and the money doesn't come, got it?
The business grows but l don't see the money.
Right, right. Maybe if you smoked less dope...
came to the meetings, and asked Érico, Thelminha...
anyone you would know that I’m not hiding money up my ***.
Everybody know where the money is, but whom?
Paulete.
So stop it, ok?
Because it hurts.
Go, posh!
Posh is your mother, you son of a ***.
- Good day, my moon. - Who cares?
Sorry for turning up and drowning out your weak, puny glow...
Nonsense, Sun.
l actually like this reflective service you do me.
You know, the king is only worth a damn when naked.
And l thought all l did was blot out your bad taste.
Hey, Sun, I’ve had enough of your light.
You, whose splendor had no light of its own.
How you tire my beauty and try my patience!
Did you know that once they'd seen you in close-up...
the poets started calling you pock-face instead of satellite?
lf I’m pock-face, my dear, imagine you...
with those disgusting eruptions of yours.
Son of a ***!
Eclipse!
Blame? What blame?
You can throw it in the garbage in the middle of the street.
No, no, no, my good, dear angel.
You think that to conquer the world you don't need to get dirty.
Just grab the meat and stem desire so as to concentrate
on the glories that come of the family and the home.
You think only of tradition and heraldry.
Let your pleasure spill beyond the body, through the soul!
Enough!
l shall draw the equation of joy,
the convoy of desire,
the bus of happiness!
And I’ll not abide the slightest trace
of the doubts l shall burn.
Doubts...
doubts, doubts, doubts.
- Grandma? - Me?
Grandma!
Grandma!
My, what big teeth you have, grandma!
And this tongue, grandma?
And this beard, grandma?
Bottle gourd!
Grandma!
Strife...
have you seen what they did to censorship?
Indeed, Clamor. It pierces my heart!
The only one who didn't notice is Custody!
What?! l did not notice! l do not give vent to what you two
Strife and Clamor, go spreading about.
l know.
Like... Things.
Beware!
Hide!
Here comes Hope!
Brazil, the country of the future!
Some *** are tight
Some *** are wide open
Some *** are greasy
Some *** are real tasty
Some *** are bombs
That go *** when they fart
Some *** step out of line
Some *** are just sublime
Some ***, some *** Some ***, some ***
Some ***, some *** Some ***, some ***
There's *** for everyone There's *** for me
There's *** for you There's *** for free
There's *** for sale Some ***
Some *** wear medals
The colonel has an ***
That brings joy To the barracks
Some *** are needy Some *** are from relatives
Some *** belong to others
And there's our own ***!
Some ***, some *** Some ***, some ***
Thank you!
Some ***, some *** Some ***, some ***
Thank you!
The pope has one
Our illustrious president has one
The workforce has one
God himself may even have one
An omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent ***
Some ***, some ***
Some ***, some ***
It’s the only thing that saves us The only thing that unites us
The only possible utopia Is the utopia of ***
l talked to Jandira.
l told her everything.
Yeah?
Good for you, Fininha.
How did it go at your mother's, with your sister?
Terrible.
Ceminha is worse than ever.
Mom says she couldn't take the baby being born headless.
- Acephalous, not headless. - l can't say that word.
Can l show you something?
And the sergeant?
l was sent back to the dentist's.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
The dentist asked for me.
But there's nothing going on with the sergeant.
l am so easy.
So very easy.
l missed your mouth,
your fingers,
playing with your ear.
l missed that space below your belly-button.
Your smell.
Your armpit's smell.
Yours is still sweet...
your smell,
your armpit,
A sweet smell.
Every time l thought of you l got a ***.
Seriously!
l thought of you wherever l looked.
Men were you
women were you.
Every lad was you, every girl was you.
You were in my coffee cup at breakfast...
floating there...
golden.
Wanna ***?
Yeah.
Give me the banana.
- You're not going to eat it. - Smoked banana.
People... People.
- They've banned the show. - What's that girl?
- What's that woman? - They've banned the show.
- Serious? - But how come, Sonia?
What happened?
Son of a ***!
What happened, Sonia?
l spoke nicely to him, there was no problem.
What do you mean? The guy didn't even come to inspect the Floor.
He didn't come to see the show, the rehearsals, and now this?
- Go *** yourself. - Go *** myself, is that it?
Hold on, stop it, there's no point telling anyone
to go *** themselves, we're all *** anyway
We have to get this sorted.
- We'll have to pull some strings. - To get the show open?
Any strings there were to pull have been pulled already.
- What's this, what mutiny is this? - The daisy's arrived!
We’ve been slogging away while you worked up a sweat of another kind.
What the hell, Paulete? Already?
- Jokes aside, this is serious. - What's happened?
- It’s Sonia's fault, Clécio! - Thelminha!
She's the one who's supposed to take care of the censors?
- Try helping! - Thelminha!
Hang on, hang on.
It’s written, irrevocable and unappealable.
There's no way, no way.
Joubert called, your friend, the delegate called.
There's nothing l can do! The order came from above.
You went too far this time, didn't you?
You didn't even come to see the rehearsals like we had arranged.
- Why didn't you come? - Wait a minute, what's this?
You came here to pressure me?
Are you threatening me?
No-one's threatening anyone, for ***'s sake.
- Hey. - Easy. Look.
All we want is for you to come and see the show
say what you don't want and we'll cut it.
We could try to sort this some other way.
l don't know, we could arrange a day, you come over...
Sorry. The order came from above.
Under no hypothesis will this show go on at the Star-spangled Floor.
Okay, seen as no one bothered to go and see it
I’ve brought some of the designs, part of the script
l don't want to see these doodles, l don't want to read anything.
The only text that matters is this, right here!
Listen to what's written here: Flagrant disrespect
for the values of the nation, the family, decency, to defend
Listen, listen! Learn to listen!
In a nutshell, all performances of this show of yours
are irrevocably and indisputably suspended.
The only thing that matters
is that superior orders have to be followed! Period!
lm just a censor here.
Let's go?
We are here today to decide...
the scar we want to bear!
We are here today to lose our reason!
Set the world on fire, Joubert!
Alongside the carpenter, the transvestite,
the spindly-legged girl who sells flowers
at the entrance to the Star-Spangles Floor!
We are here to bet on the certainty of punishment
over the chance of our actions.
We are here to begin the end
and inaugurate the future!
Use up the safety net of fear
and put all our ***, ***, ***, ***, ***, ***
The ***, the ***, the ***
on the line!
These are our only means
and this is my principle.
It’s this:
Enough!
What is freedom anyway?
Is it what l always do whenever l want?
Or is it what wants me?
And which l do whenever they want.
The show is ending
the moon is announcing the end, and l ask myself:
“And democracy? What the *** is democracy?
Is democracy freedom?
Does democracy have a symbol?”
The ***!
Rushers!
Remember, the rusher eats his meat raw!
And other things too.
- May l finish? - Yes.
Does freedom
have a symbol?
Yes! The symbol of freedom is the ***
as everyone has one!
The symbol...
The symbol of freedom...
is the ***!
Which is democratic, and everyone has one!
Some *** are tight
Some *** are wide-open
Some *** are greasy
Some *** are real tasty
Some *** are bombs
That go *** when they fart
Some *** step out of line
Some *** are just sublime
Some ***, some ***
Some ***, some ***
Sao Paulo, February 23rd, 1979.
Mom, carnival is coming
but there's no carnival here in Sao Paulo.
I’m still looking for a job, but it's not easy.
l really miss everyone
because l still haven't made any friends here.
And back home? How are things there?
Is Aunt Zozima out of hospital yet?
Kiss Ceminha and Aunt Maroca for me.
I’ll write you again, and as soon as l have a job
I’ll send some money home.
Kisses.
With lots of love, missing you, your son, Arlindo.
See
I’m going to tell you Of my passion
For a jack of spades
He lived right here In my hand
See how strong it is
Until one day The wind carried him off
And off
We're late!
Mom sent you a kiss, said she misses you. Give me a kiss.
We're going to be late.
Late, are we? Good morning.
What route are you going to take?
l think I’ll take Santa Isabel and then the Park.
- Yeah? - You look lovely.
Don't l? You too. Smell this.
- Fragrant! - It’s ***.
See!
It’s nice, isn't it? l like it.
Yeah. Are you nervous?
- Don't even mention it. - Dad.
Fininha sent me a postcard...
from some park in Sao Paulo.
He said he was well and that he was looking for work
as a security guard there.
But he hasn't found a job yet, because of the tattoo.
They do a tattoo check, did you know that?
It’s harder for people with tattoos.
- To the master, with love. - The master!
And the new show? The prison and l?
Ready?
Well, Professor Joubert, what exactly is your film?
What are people going to see?
What is “Fiction and Philosophy”?
The important thing is not what people will see
but what they won't see.
Have you decided what you're going to do when you grow up?
- l have grown up, Paulete! - He practiced that at home!
Come here Tuca
Tuquinha...
Clecinho...
this is my little sister, Jandira.
- Hi, a pleasure. - Pleasure.
I’ve heard a lot about you.
Me too. I’ve heard a lot about me too.
He taught me everything when l arrived here.
He taught me what metaphor was.
The 20th Century, as l see it, is over.
The 20th Century, viewers, is over!
Let the future come! But will there be a future?
Will there be a future?
But l asked first. As you are in doubt
l reserve the right to reserve my answer.
- And the movie? - Let's watch the movie?
Let's. Thank you. We can continue afterwards.
- Good luck. - In the future, in the future.
Star-Spangle Floor
MOVIE OF THE CLERICS PRESENTS
FICTION AND PHILOSOPHY
CREATED BY THE DIONYSIAN STAR-SPANGLED FLOOR
AND THE APPOLLONIAN JOUBERT
The door to the future was opened
through continuous experiments.
And when all youths are old
and all pain is contained, we'll be in the future.
We're giving the future the run-around
with whatever “little man” will see and will bring to us.
Bring the scars that walked so far.
Crystal ball scars.
With how many eyes are we going to lose sight of ourselves
after the abolition of sex?
Ask the dizzy old Argonaut.
All that will be left is the symbol, which represents equality.
Paradise!
Paradise!
And the heraldry of poverty will have been...
swept under the stingy ideas of common divisions.
Waving white flag My love
And here, with an eye on the future
begins our non-history
Here we will begin the rock paintings
of a new age.
White flag My love
l can no longer take it
For the longing that invades me l ask for peace.
TATTOO
Tradução: Anthony Doyle