Don Juan (2022) Movie Script
Thank you for waiting.
Julie won't be long.
We'll listen to a tune
she loves while we wait.
Some already know it,
but those who don't know her
will get to know her a little
through music.
It's a good way to know someone,
I think.
Laurent!
What's going on, Julie?
Where are you?
What'll it be?
Music.
What?
Serve me some music.
One love always counts
more than the others.
I'm glad I never knew it.
I'm free.
At your age?
Yes. So what?
We need to know what we love.
Yes, and I know.
The buffet is open.
What's going on?
Is someone there?
Excuse me!
You're in a happy mood
That's a dangerous attitude
In this world so full of hate
Are you trying to tempt fate?
You tend to smile
Do you realize?
You tend to smile.
What's that in your eyes?
You're in a happy mood
A dangerous attitude
I've been watching you
Do you do it to annoy me too?
How dare you?
Shit, how dare you?
You have no right.
To be happy in my sight
Your joy isn't rational
Your joy makes me feel abnormal
Most people are sad.
Your joy drives me mad
You're in a happy mood
A dangerous attitude
You look happy to be alive
It makes my envy thrive
I was going to celebrate my wedding here.
I've kept the room.
Who are you?
Can you help me?
To do what?
To forget.
Forget what?
Love.
Farewell
Haven't we met?
Come on.
What?
Come.
Who's this sicko?
The colour of your eyes
changes near the sea.
It becomes lighter, right?
And, in the sun
what colour are they?
Seen them?
Now get lost.
I've seen them, yes.
So I'll keep mine closed.
Promise.
Imagine...
Just imagine, you
and me in an embrace.
A tight embrace.
What a dickhead.
Keep the change.
The gentleman.
What?
I can't offer you a drink?
Not even that?
A simple drink?
You're in a happy mood
It's a dangerous attitude
You act like I'm not in your class
If you won't even accept one glass
What?
I can't offer you a drink?
Not even that?
A simple drink?
Most people are so sad
If I insist, is that bad?
Can't I offer you some bubbles?
In the vain hope of forgetting my troubles
What?
I can't offer you a drink?
Not even that?
A simple drink?
Not even
Two or three little glasses?
Not even
Four or five little glasses?
Not even
Six or seven little glasses?
The woman I love left me.
Without a word.
It's hell,
I see her everywhere.
Try to forget.
But has Julie...
No, nothing.
Are you here as a friend or as a manager?
More than a manager,
less than a friend.
Good to see you again.
It'll be fine.
Laurent...
I wanted you to know that Nal told me.
It must still be painful.
Thank you for being here with us.
Come and meet Marina.
Hello.
I'm glad to work with you.
It'll go well, you'll see.
I hope so.
Why is it open?
No idea, I'm not the director.
I think she likes nature.
Nature?
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you in your confusion.
Madam, I have not the talent to deceive.
I may not feel the same passion for you...
Laurent, thanks.
Marina, try it again.
Your Elvire is a helpless little thing.
You don't suffer, you whimper.
We feel Don Juan is right to mistreat you.
Upstanding.
Proud.
Go on.
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you in your confusion...
Try it again, less stiff.
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you...
Don't do it as if she
were begging Don Juan.
She's lecturing him.
Do it as if she were in control of things.
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you in your confusion.
Let her work it out.
What's the problem?
To marry you, I violated
the sanctity of a convent.
Heaven is resentful of such acts.
Repentance seized me,
with fear of celestial wrath.
I believed...
I believed our marriage was but adultery.
You found it...
Thanks, I'm fond of it.
It was a gift.
A gift?
From someone you're fond of?
You could say that.
Thank you for...
Just how fond of him are you?
I love him.
And?
May I have my scarf?
You're negligent.
How can love live with negligence?
Try to focus.
Do you have a problem?
I'll give it back
in return for a night.
I need love,
you need your scarf.
We could help each other.
Without any negligence.
What a maniac!
Sganarelle!
Heaven.
We care not about such matters.
Madam...
Enough, I'll hear no more.
I feel I've heard too much.
It's cowardice
when such knowledge
can only make me despair.
But know that your crime
will not go unpunished.
I know what Don Juan does is bad.
He makes women unhappy, yes.
But when I play a character
I don't judge or defend him.
I just try to bring him to life.
You seek excuses for him.
How can I explain?
Maybe your teacher can help.
Why doesn't she intervene?
You introduce yourself
to a guest doing a reading,
you understand?
I was asked to do a
reading to show how I work,
Not to analyse a text.
I'm no teacher.
I'll ask you a question.
Do you like evil characters?
Yes.
If Don Juan was "nicer" to women,
what then?
He'd be less interesting?
Yes, exactly.
So what makes him interesting?
The fact that we're wrong
in putting Don Juan on one side
and women on the other.
As if we had to side
with him or with them.
We mustn't view things separately.
Don Juan alone isn't interesting,
no more than the women.
What do they expect when he seduces them?
Fleeting physical satisfaction?
What does he expect in seducing them?
Fleeting physical satisfaction?
So we need a common
answer to the two questions.
his relations with each woman are.
Any ideas?
Come on.
No, but I have a question for the actor.
In the play, Don Juan keeps dumping women.
But no woman ever dumps him?
Pick up your things.
You seem destabilized by their questions.
Every question is legitimate.
Why doesn't a woman ever dump Don Juan?
That's tough.
Could you answer it?
Because they love him.
A woman who leaves a
man no longer loves him?
That's no major discovery.
You're not very talkative.
So you're playing Don Juan?
That's odd.
It's a great role I never played.
I'm focusing very hard.
Your act at the bar...
Was that you focusing?
Not an act.
I happen to have lost someone
and I thought...
Never mind.
Give me a minute.
Wait over there.
Thank you.
You must help me.
You've seen how rehearsals are going?
It's a tough role, that's all.
You realize I need your help?
That's not a good idea.
Please.
Please.
Go to your room
and trust yourself.
So prove you want to help me.
Don't let me down, please.
You mix things up.
Focus on the work.
Why do you step closer?
That's enough.
You won't give me anything.
And you lecture me with your cliches
about work and focusing.
I know it's your debut
and it's a tough role, but with work...
I don't want your
"experienced actor" lessons.
You have to focus.
- Again?
- Yes, be serious.
Your partner carries a burden for you.
Your seriousness
and focus crush everything.
I can't act if you're so rigid.
I've nothing to lean on,
nothing to drive me, no opening.
That's the problem.
Not me, you.
You're blocking me!
Don't you recognize me?
We met the other day.
It's for you.
Thank you.
You're thinking of a woman.
Yes.
What?
Her father was a bar pianist.
Papa on the keys
Playing like a breeze
She found it pretty, see
Papa 's melody
She loved that air
Played with flair
By Papa on the keys
She loved listening to him.
What else did she love?
Living.
What is living?
Give me an example.
Walking at night.
All alone?
With me.
And?
She often said I was too serious.
Were you happy together?
Yes.
For the first time.
Meaning?
I'd never known that.
Really?
Have you had many women in your life?
Yes.
Before her, I couldn't choose.
It's odd.
Love...
Are you making fun?
No, I'm not making fun
Without love we're nothing
Truly nothing
You do acting.
Right?
How did you know?
It was quite a sight.
Your act the other night
That scarf so light.
Like you were acting
As if this life here below
Were all one big show
Egocentric.
Playful and indecent
Such are the characteristics.
For acting
Very observant.
it's true. People interest me.
I like to watch them.
Are you Don Juan in the play?
Yes.
How do you work?
I don't know your profession,
so I'm interested.
How do I work?
By focusing.
That's not very original.
Lots of "workers" focus.
Never mind.
Being too curious
leads to dissatisfaction.
I'll go to see the play.
To see you work.
Maybe that'll answer my question.
Goodbye.
What do you want?
What do you want?
Piss off!
You heard, son of a bitch.
Right?
Right?
I'll show you then.
Asshole!
Julie!
I can't do it.
Help me.
I'm no makeup artist.
Please.
Marina has left.
Her replacement's here.
They're waiting.
Why are you so uneasy?
Let's go!
...Laurent! Finally...
What's that makeup?
Let me see.
What happened?
It's nothing. An accident.
It's complicated.
I understand.
All right.
Elvire is presentable at least.
And ready to act.
Ready to act?
Will you be good enough, Don Juan,
to recognize me?
May I at least hope you
will deign to look this way?
Will you be good enough, Don Juan,
to recognize me?
May I at least hope you
will deign to look this way?
Few people could take on
the part at the drop of a hat.
Julie already played
Elvire a few years ago.
She's already getting into the role,
right away. It's surprising.
You should go through the lines with her.
Come
Can we get started?
What's going on?
Nothing.
We're working, that's all.
Laurent, what are you imagining
You don't just fire an actor.
Julie...
What's going on?
I know I was a little harsh earlier.
But remember what I said?
In an emergency,
work comes first.
I had to find a new Elvire fast.
Picking Marina was risky.
I knew it from the start,
but thought it was a risk worth taking.
A young and inexperienced Elvire,
with her sorrow
and premature comprehension...
Someone who knows nothing but
who suddenly understands it all.
Just through suffering...
Gotta go.
Why did
Why did
Why did you
Why did you abandon me?
Why?
Why?
Do I even know?
Why are you cursing me?
Why does what happens come to be?
Why do I no longer believe
In what made me live
and breathe?
Why does life desert its track
Because of the slightest crack?
Why with joy in the air
Must men go looking elsewhere?
Why sing of love
When it gives you the shove?
Why keep saying it's so great
When it's the rule of fate?
Why? Why? Why?
Why keep saying it's so great
When it's the rule of fate?
Why with joy in the air
Must men go looking elsewhere?
Why sing of love when
it gives you the shove?
Don't ask me why
I know no more
Than you do
Ah! Monsieur Dimanche, come in.
I'm delighted to see you
and angry that my servants
did not admit you right away.
I left orders not to be disturbed.
They were not meant for you.
You may...
Come on,
let us feel Don Juan's joy
in playing a dirty trick.
I don't want...
Ah! Monsieur Dimanche,
come in.
I'm delighted to see you
and angry that my servants
did not admit you right away.
I left orders not to be disturbed!
They were not meant for you.
No. What's going on?
Monsieur Dimanche,
come in.
I'm delighted to see you
and angry that my servants
did not admit you right away.
I left orders not to be disturbed.
They were not meant for you.
But you may..
My presence embarrasses you
and you would gladly forgo my visit.
To tell the truth,
we strangely disturb each other
and if you are weary of me,
I am as weary of your behaviour.
Are you going to ask?
Ask what?
Yes, I didn't come.
You dumped me in front of everyone.
And?
You didn't have the
decency to do it in private.
You needed an audience.
And I looked ridiculous.
In my grey tuxedo.
Not grey, black.
It wasn't a big audience.
It was a grey day.
You stopped near a statue.
The wind messed up your
hair when you called me.
Yes, I was there.
I parked, I ran, I was late,
but I was there.
I came towards the town hall.
You were at the window.
Yes.
I remember.
I looked along the street for you.
I was worried.
I looked for you.
You looked at a woman.
For a long moment.
A passer-by.
No, I was looking for you.
It was that look you give all women.
It was just a look at a passerby.
It was nothing.
Nothing at all.
You mythicize things.
You always want to believe
amazing things happen to you,
but we're ordinary.
Both of us.
Ordinary.
You mythicize what happens.
That's how trouble arises
and, after...
After, it's too late.
I have something to say about Laurent.
We're not close,
but we appreciate each other.
I'm sorry, but I overheard what he said.
What you saw on the wedding day...
On his wedding day...
That morning,
with him at the window.
All that about a look.
I was there.
I saw it too.
He was acting.
Acting?
Don't you ever do that?
It's a special moment,
you have to isolate yourself
and if someone passes you,
you put yourself in their skin.
Whose skin?
That other person's.
A stranger's.
You imagine you're the person
you're looking at.
So you perform without lines,
without a partner.
It's here.
In your mind.
He does it all the time.
He can't stop himself.
He acts all alone.
Try it yourself now.
Enter his mind.
Put yourself in his place.
Get inside him, bit by bit.
When he looks at a woman,
he imagines being with her.
See the difference?
I know him better.
Maybe not, Julie.
Maybe not.
Love you.
Well?
Spying on me?
You have the key?
An actress can obtain anything.
You want to act?
Come on.
To marry you,
I violated the sanctity of a convent.
Heaven is resentful of such acts.
Repentance seized me,
with fear of celestial wrath.
I believed our marriage
was but adultery in disguise,
drawing disgrace on us,
and that, finally
I should try to forget you
and let you return to your first chains.
Would you, Madam,
oppose such simple thoughts
and bear heaven's burden...
Wretch!
Now I know you for who you really are.
But, to my misfortune,
I have learned too late
when such knowledge
can only make me despair.
But know that your crime
will not go unpunished
and that the heaven you mock
will avenge me for your perfidy.
Sganarelle! Heaven!
We've got it.
We've finally got it.
There's something in your
performance that's more...
- Open?
- Yes, exactly.
Come and celebrate.
I don't want to go.
I want you for myself.
I realized something tonight.
What?
How can I say it?
You act better than me.
Don't be absurd.
It's true.
I realized tonight as we acted.
That's why I stopped a second.
Remember?
I couldn't go on.
It was like a revelation.
What are you looking at?
Often lovers stay focused on each other
Often a lover looks only at the other
But on the contrary
My eyes are open and see
The world around
and much more
That before I never saw
I was struck blind
But now suddenly
With you back at my side I find
That can see
I see colours and tones
I see every detail
In the heart's deepest zones
I see through the walls of a jail
Now you love me again
I see it all
Now you love me again
I see it all
I see that you're better than me
I see that you act better than me
I see it when we're on stage
It's so obvious, it's an outrage
So I sing
It's the only thing I do better than you
So I sing
I sing for you
My father was a pianist.
You knew that.
And fickle.
That, you didn't know.
What?
A person like you
is married to a humble peasant?
No.
No, no.
That profanes such beauty.
Profanes such beauty.
You weren't born to live in a village!
Heaven, through its schemes
no doubt led me here on purpose to prevent
this wedding.
We don't work on Sunday.
I think I want a child.
You never said that before.
It's a bit late.
Think.
Think for once before speaking.
We can always try.
I love the smell of you.
What are you doing here?
I was driving by with my woman
and saw you.
So I followed you.
Has she come back?
Yes.
Really?
I came back to see my daughter.
Your daughter?
I lost her.
Because of you.
You abandoned her.
I left her.
What's the difference?
Love may not last a lifetime.
Couples part every day.
It's not tragic.
It's ordinary.
It's not my fault.
Can you swear to that?
Yes.
Why is she buried here?
She loved the sea.
But why here exactly?
As you feel you've done no wrong
we'll meet again soon, as friends.
We'll celebrate love.
I can't wait.
We'll talk about all this.
We'll get to the bottom of it.
To my daughter, Delphine,
died January 28,2015
What should a father say
To young girls who are going away?
I wanted her to trust
Trust in life
What should a father say
To young girls who are going away?
I wanted her to trust
Trust in life
But not trust in him
Her smile was so sweet
As if it were a treat
For life
But why him?
He, the actor so slick
Forever egocentric
Why did he have to be
The one she fell for so quick?
Often a lover looks only at the other
Her smile was so sweet
But my words were too discreet
My little dear
Too late now
Never again will she be near
I'm expecting someone.
You like music, don't you?
Like your father.
Did you know my father?
I know a lot.
Everything interests me.
You're an actress, aren't you?
I saw you in Don Juan.
I liked you very much.
Thank you.
But I didn't like your partner.
He doesn't have your liberty.
He acts petty, dry, sour...
I love acting with him.
Really? Why?
Do you truly love him?
Yes.
Wonderful...
And does he love you?
Yes.
That's so beautiful.
Bravo.
Will he always love you?
My daughter wasn't that lucky.
She wasn't that lucky?
Sorry, the melody distracted me.
I meant she wasn't lucky
enough to be loved for long.
What did you think I meant?
I thought you might tell me something.
A secret, or some tragedy.
I wouldn't dare.
A tragedy...
No, she just thought the
man she loved could change.
But she was wrong.
She was too trusting,
you mean?
Yes, but she was my daughter.
I'd have liked to pass on trust in life.
It was for her trust that I loved
and raised her.
It was important for me.
Do you think people can change?
That's a very general topic.
It goes beyond me.
I have to go, I'm expected.
I'm sorry about your daughter.
I wish you a lot of happiness.
And a lot of trust.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Will we make it this time?
I think so.
Ask me whatever you want.
I'll just be a minute.
Julie...
Come back quick.
I'm so clumsy.
Leave it. Sit down.
Everything ok?
Fine. I was daydreaming.
About what?
I don't know.
I'd like to know.
I don't remember.
I admire my simplicity
and my soft-heartedness
in doubting a betrayal
confirmed by so much evidence.
I was generous, I confess,
or foolish, rather,
in wanting to deceive myself
and in seeking to contradict my eyes
and judgement.
Each day,
my sound suspicions spoke to me,
yet I spurned what rendered
you criminal to my eyes.
Speak, Don Juan, I beg you
and let us see how you justify yourself.
Heaven!
What do I feel?
An invisible fire burns me.
I cannot go on.
My body is an inferno!
You're so pale...
Hold me tight.
Julie, will you come to my wedding?
Yes.
When did you decide?
It was sudden.
Nal was in a hurry.
Why aren't you in bed yet?
I'm not sleepy.
I like that tune.
My father used to play it.
Better, of course.
I thought he became a bar pianist
to meet new women every night.
He gave me a taste for music.
And a distaste for seducers.
Why tell me all that?
I've had too much to drink.
So I tell my life story.
Actors are so self-centred
and indecent.
My little girl, do not cry
He'd sing that to me.
Sometimes, I had to go with him
and I'd fall asleep under the piano
When we got home, I couldn't sleep.
So he'd sing the same song.
I don't know if it's a nice memory.
I don't think so.
He sang this...
Always.
My little girl, don't cry
My little girl, never fear
Listen to your dad
My little girl never fear
The black truck with headlights
That passes on all nights
Rumbling beneath our window
As vue watch it go
Never fear those slippery tracks
Where even adults fall on their backs
You will fall my dear.
And get up without a tear
Your dad has fallen too
Falling is nothing new.
Listen to your dad
My little girl don't be sad
The one speaking is your dad
But he isn't feeling mad
The one speaking
Is your dad
He's your dad
Who loves you
Never fear the black truck with headlights
That passes on all nights
Rumbling beneath our window
As we watch it go
Never fear those slippery tracks
Where even adults fall on their backs
I'm late.
What's on your mind?
Nothing.
You like to watch.
Thanks to you, I told you.
You show me the world.
If you say so.
You make me see it differently.
If you say so.
Like my outfit?
Does it ring a bell?
I think Nal is jittery.
Well, he's getting married.
It's wonderful.
What do you think?
I'm glad you made me come.
What an idiot!
I forgot my speech.
I really wanted to give one.
I'll go to the hotel
and be right back.
A speech?
You hate speeches.
That's weird.
- You'll hurry back?
- Right away.
See you later.
I wish you a lot of happiness.
Thank you.
Bravo.
Thank you.
I'd like my wedding to Julie
this autumn to be as good.
With the sea close by.
But Julie prefers the city.
We haven't decided yet.
What do you say?
City or sea?
I don't know.
Tonight it's my wedding.
I like flowers.
Marry me.
Let us be twelve months
Twenty-four hours out of twenty-three...
Who's this fellow?
Laurent invited me.
Welcome then.
Violet.
An unconventional colour.
- Do you like it?
- Violets...
My daughter's favourite flower.
Your daughter...
Oh, if only you knew...
There's so much love here.
It's overwhelming.
Even the moon above your head is...
You can't imagine...
I'll invite you too.
I don't know...
It's me.
I didn't have the courage earlier.
How can I explain
I wish I could have played music for you.
It would have been clearer,
more evocative than ridiculous,
trite words.
I'm ridiculous, I know,
and you're waiting for me.
It's over.
You, me, acting together.
It's over.
Now I know you for who you really are.
But to my misfortune,
I've learned too late
when such knowledge
can only make me despair.
It's because of the scarf!
A teacher doesn't wear such a scarf.
It confused the students.
You were a redhead.
You seem younger.
I don't understand.
Always laughing like an idiot.
At the hotel.
The lights went out.
You hit me!
It left scars on my face.
You were listening to music.
It's you.
Asshole!
Thank you.
You don't treat women that way.
What women?
All of them.
You're late.
That's true. Sorry.
You should say one
last word to the audience,
Don Juan.
This old gentleman
is the father of a woman I loved.
He addresses me as "Don Juan".
I perceive the irony.
But it doesn't affect me.
I'm just an actor.
In life, I don't act.
This old gentleman
makes allusions to the theatre,
wedding of two people I like a lot.
And I'm not alone.
Lots of women came back
to celebrate this wedding with
Tonight
I will dance with them.
And, above all,
with one woman who will be back soon too.
I'm sure of it.
She had prepared a speech
and I'm making one instead.
It's strange.
So let him look at us
and break glasses if he likes!
Julie will be back.
I'm just an actor.
Cheers!
Just an actor.
There...
I've finished.
I'll wait for Julie.
I feel a bit...
Did you like the play?
The actress above all.
Why?
She can play anything.
What does that mean?
She can play all women.
What does that mean exactly?
She's not a one-role actress.
Are there really one-role actors?
Yes.
Really?
How do you know?
Is it your profession?
Not anymore.
Were you an actor before?
We'll leave you.
I BELIEVE
IN YOU NO LONGER
Julie won't be long.
We'll listen to a tune
she loves while we wait.
Some already know it,
but those who don't know her
will get to know her a little
through music.
It's a good way to know someone,
I think.
Laurent!
What's going on, Julie?
Where are you?
What'll it be?
Music.
What?
Serve me some music.
One love always counts
more than the others.
I'm glad I never knew it.
I'm free.
At your age?
Yes. So what?
We need to know what we love.
Yes, and I know.
The buffet is open.
What's going on?
Is someone there?
Excuse me!
You're in a happy mood
That's a dangerous attitude
In this world so full of hate
Are you trying to tempt fate?
You tend to smile
Do you realize?
You tend to smile.
What's that in your eyes?
You're in a happy mood
A dangerous attitude
I've been watching you
Do you do it to annoy me too?
How dare you?
Shit, how dare you?
You have no right.
To be happy in my sight
Your joy isn't rational
Your joy makes me feel abnormal
Most people are sad.
Your joy drives me mad
You're in a happy mood
A dangerous attitude
You look happy to be alive
It makes my envy thrive
I was going to celebrate my wedding here.
I've kept the room.
Who are you?
Can you help me?
To do what?
To forget.
Forget what?
Love.
Farewell
Haven't we met?
Come on.
What?
Come.
Who's this sicko?
The colour of your eyes
changes near the sea.
It becomes lighter, right?
And, in the sun
what colour are they?
Seen them?
Now get lost.
I've seen them, yes.
So I'll keep mine closed.
Promise.
Imagine...
Just imagine, you
and me in an embrace.
A tight embrace.
What a dickhead.
Keep the change.
The gentleman.
What?
I can't offer you a drink?
Not even that?
A simple drink?
You're in a happy mood
It's a dangerous attitude
You act like I'm not in your class
If you won't even accept one glass
What?
I can't offer you a drink?
Not even that?
A simple drink?
Most people are so sad
If I insist, is that bad?
Can't I offer you some bubbles?
In the vain hope of forgetting my troubles
What?
I can't offer you a drink?
Not even that?
A simple drink?
Not even
Two or three little glasses?
Not even
Four or five little glasses?
Not even
Six or seven little glasses?
The woman I love left me.
Without a word.
It's hell,
I see her everywhere.
Try to forget.
But has Julie...
No, nothing.
Are you here as a friend or as a manager?
More than a manager,
less than a friend.
Good to see you again.
It'll be fine.
Laurent...
I wanted you to know that Nal told me.
It must still be painful.
Thank you for being here with us.
Come and meet Marina.
Hello.
I'm glad to work with you.
It'll go well, you'll see.
I hope so.
Why is it open?
No idea, I'm not the director.
I think she likes nature.
Nature?
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you in your confusion.
Madam, I have not the talent to deceive.
I may not feel the same passion for you...
Laurent, thanks.
Marina, try it again.
Your Elvire is a helpless little thing.
You don't suffer, you whimper.
We feel Don Juan is right to mistreat you.
Upstanding.
Proud.
Go on.
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you in your confusion...
Try it again, less stiff.
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you...
Don't do it as if she
were begging Don Juan.
She's lecturing him.
Do it as if she were in control of things.
You defend yourself
so poorly for a courtier
who must be accustomed to such things.
I pity you in your confusion.
Let her work it out.
What's the problem?
To marry you, I violated
the sanctity of a convent.
Heaven is resentful of such acts.
Repentance seized me,
with fear of celestial wrath.
I believed...
I believed our marriage was but adultery.
You found it...
Thanks, I'm fond of it.
It was a gift.
A gift?
From someone you're fond of?
You could say that.
Thank you for...
Just how fond of him are you?
I love him.
And?
May I have my scarf?
You're negligent.
How can love live with negligence?
Try to focus.
Do you have a problem?
I'll give it back
in return for a night.
I need love,
you need your scarf.
We could help each other.
Without any negligence.
What a maniac!
Sganarelle!
Heaven.
We care not about such matters.
Madam...
Enough, I'll hear no more.
I feel I've heard too much.
It's cowardice
when such knowledge
can only make me despair.
But know that your crime
will not go unpunished.
I know what Don Juan does is bad.
He makes women unhappy, yes.
But when I play a character
I don't judge or defend him.
I just try to bring him to life.
You seek excuses for him.
How can I explain?
Maybe your teacher can help.
Why doesn't she intervene?
You introduce yourself
to a guest doing a reading,
you understand?
I was asked to do a
reading to show how I work,
Not to analyse a text.
I'm no teacher.
I'll ask you a question.
Do you like evil characters?
Yes.
If Don Juan was "nicer" to women,
what then?
He'd be less interesting?
Yes, exactly.
So what makes him interesting?
The fact that we're wrong
in putting Don Juan on one side
and women on the other.
As if we had to side
with him or with them.
We mustn't view things separately.
Don Juan alone isn't interesting,
no more than the women.
What do they expect when he seduces them?
Fleeting physical satisfaction?
What does he expect in seducing them?
Fleeting physical satisfaction?
So we need a common
answer to the two questions.
his relations with each woman are.
Any ideas?
Come on.
No, but I have a question for the actor.
In the play, Don Juan keeps dumping women.
But no woman ever dumps him?
Pick up your things.
You seem destabilized by their questions.
Every question is legitimate.
Why doesn't a woman ever dump Don Juan?
That's tough.
Could you answer it?
Because they love him.
A woman who leaves a
man no longer loves him?
That's no major discovery.
You're not very talkative.
So you're playing Don Juan?
That's odd.
It's a great role I never played.
I'm focusing very hard.
Your act at the bar...
Was that you focusing?
Not an act.
I happen to have lost someone
and I thought...
Never mind.
Give me a minute.
Wait over there.
Thank you.
You must help me.
You've seen how rehearsals are going?
It's a tough role, that's all.
You realize I need your help?
That's not a good idea.
Please.
Please.
Go to your room
and trust yourself.
So prove you want to help me.
Don't let me down, please.
You mix things up.
Focus on the work.
Why do you step closer?
That's enough.
You won't give me anything.
And you lecture me with your cliches
about work and focusing.
I know it's your debut
and it's a tough role, but with work...
I don't want your
"experienced actor" lessons.
You have to focus.
- Again?
- Yes, be serious.
Your partner carries a burden for you.
Your seriousness
and focus crush everything.
I can't act if you're so rigid.
I've nothing to lean on,
nothing to drive me, no opening.
That's the problem.
Not me, you.
You're blocking me!
Don't you recognize me?
We met the other day.
It's for you.
Thank you.
You're thinking of a woman.
Yes.
What?
Her father was a bar pianist.
Papa on the keys
Playing like a breeze
She found it pretty, see
Papa 's melody
She loved that air
Played with flair
By Papa on the keys
She loved listening to him.
What else did she love?
Living.
What is living?
Give me an example.
Walking at night.
All alone?
With me.
And?
She often said I was too serious.
Were you happy together?
Yes.
For the first time.
Meaning?
I'd never known that.
Really?
Have you had many women in your life?
Yes.
Before her, I couldn't choose.
It's odd.
Love...
Are you making fun?
No, I'm not making fun
Without love we're nothing
Truly nothing
You do acting.
Right?
How did you know?
It was quite a sight.
Your act the other night
That scarf so light.
Like you were acting
As if this life here below
Were all one big show
Egocentric.
Playful and indecent
Such are the characteristics.
For acting
Very observant.
it's true. People interest me.
I like to watch them.
Are you Don Juan in the play?
Yes.
How do you work?
I don't know your profession,
so I'm interested.
How do I work?
By focusing.
That's not very original.
Lots of "workers" focus.
Never mind.
Being too curious
leads to dissatisfaction.
I'll go to see the play.
To see you work.
Maybe that'll answer my question.
Goodbye.
What do you want?
What do you want?
Piss off!
You heard, son of a bitch.
Right?
Right?
I'll show you then.
Asshole!
Julie!
I can't do it.
Help me.
I'm no makeup artist.
Please.
Marina has left.
Her replacement's here.
They're waiting.
Why are you so uneasy?
Let's go!
...Laurent! Finally...
What's that makeup?
Let me see.
What happened?
It's nothing. An accident.
It's complicated.
I understand.
All right.
Elvire is presentable at least.
And ready to act.
Ready to act?
Will you be good enough, Don Juan,
to recognize me?
May I at least hope you
will deign to look this way?
Will you be good enough, Don Juan,
to recognize me?
May I at least hope you
will deign to look this way?
Few people could take on
the part at the drop of a hat.
Julie already played
Elvire a few years ago.
She's already getting into the role,
right away. It's surprising.
You should go through the lines with her.
Come
Can we get started?
What's going on?
Nothing.
We're working, that's all.
Laurent, what are you imagining
You don't just fire an actor.
Julie...
What's going on?
I know I was a little harsh earlier.
But remember what I said?
In an emergency,
work comes first.
I had to find a new Elvire fast.
Picking Marina was risky.
I knew it from the start,
but thought it was a risk worth taking.
A young and inexperienced Elvire,
with her sorrow
and premature comprehension...
Someone who knows nothing but
who suddenly understands it all.
Just through suffering...
Gotta go.
Why did
Why did
Why did you
Why did you abandon me?
Why?
Why?
Do I even know?
Why are you cursing me?
Why does what happens come to be?
Why do I no longer believe
In what made me live
and breathe?
Why does life desert its track
Because of the slightest crack?
Why with joy in the air
Must men go looking elsewhere?
Why sing of love
When it gives you the shove?
Why keep saying it's so great
When it's the rule of fate?
Why? Why? Why?
Why keep saying it's so great
When it's the rule of fate?
Why with joy in the air
Must men go looking elsewhere?
Why sing of love when
it gives you the shove?
Don't ask me why
I know no more
Than you do
Ah! Monsieur Dimanche, come in.
I'm delighted to see you
and angry that my servants
did not admit you right away.
I left orders not to be disturbed.
They were not meant for you.
You may...
Come on,
let us feel Don Juan's joy
in playing a dirty trick.
I don't want...
Ah! Monsieur Dimanche,
come in.
I'm delighted to see you
and angry that my servants
did not admit you right away.
I left orders not to be disturbed!
They were not meant for you.
No. What's going on?
Monsieur Dimanche,
come in.
I'm delighted to see you
and angry that my servants
did not admit you right away.
I left orders not to be disturbed.
They were not meant for you.
But you may..
My presence embarrasses you
and you would gladly forgo my visit.
To tell the truth,
we strangely disturb each other
and if you are weary of me,
I am as weary of your behaviour.
Are you going to ask?
Ask what?
Yes, I didn't come.
You dumped me in front of everyone.
And?
You didn't have the
decency to do it in private.
You needed an audience.
And I looked ridiculous.
In my grey tuxedo.
Not grey, black.
It wasn't a big audience.
It was a grey day.
You stopped near a statue.
The wind messed up your
hair when you called me.
Yes, I was there.
I parked, I ran, I was late,
but I was there.
I came towards the town hall.
You were at the window.
Yes.
I remember.
I looked along the street for you.
I was worried.
I looked for you.
You looked at a woman.
For a long moment.
A passer-by.
No, I was looking for you.
It was that look you give all women.
It was just a look at a passerby.
It was nothing.
Nothing at all.
You mythicize things.
You always want to believe
amazing things happen to you,
but we're ordinary.
Both of us.
Ordinary.
You mythicize what happens.
That's how trouble arises
and, after...
After, it's too late.
I have something to say about Laurent.
We're not close,
but we appreciate each other.
I'm sorry, but I overheard what he said.
What you saw on the wedding day...
On his wedding day...
That morning,
with him at the window.
All that about a look.
I was there.
I saw it too.
He was acting.
Acting?
Don't you ever do that?
It's a special moment,
you have to isolate yourself
and if someone passes you,
you put yourself in their skin.
Whose skin?
That other person's.
A stranger's.
You imagine you're the person
you're looking at.
So you perform without lines,
without a partner.
It's here.
In your mind.
He does it all the time.
He can't stop himself.
He acts all alone.
Try it yourself now.
Enter his mind.
Put yourself in his place.
Get inside him, bit by bit.
When he looks at a woman,
he imagines being with her.
See the difference?
I know him better.
Maybe not, Julie.
Maybe not.
Love you.
Well?
Spying on me?
You have the key?
An actress can obtain anything.
You want to act?
Come on.
To marry you,
I violated the sanctity of a convent.
Heaven is resentful of such acts.
Repentance seized me,
with fear of celestial wrath.
I believed our marriage
was but adultery in disguise,
drawing disgrace on us,
and that, finally
I should try to forget you
and let you return to your first chains.
Would you, Madam,
oppose such simple thoughts
and bear heaven's burden...
Wretch!
Now I know you for who you really are.
But, to my misfortune,
I have learned too late
when such knowledge
can only make me despair.
But know that your crime
will not go unpunished
and that the heaven you mock
will avenge me for your perfidy.
Sganarelle! Heaven!
We've got it.
We've finally got it.
There's something in your
performance that's more...
- Open?
- Yes, exactly.
Come and celebrate.
I don't want to go.
I want you for myself.
I realized something tonight.
What?
How can I say it?
You act better than me.
Don't be absurd.
It's true.
I realized tonight as we acted.
That's why I stopped a second.
Remember?
I couldn't go on.
It was like a revelation.
What are you looking at?
Often lovers stay focused on each other
Often a lover looks only at the other
But on the contrary
My eyes are open and see
The world around
and much more
That before I never saw
I was struck blind
But now suddenly
With you back at my side I find
That can see
I see colours and tones
I see every detail
In the heart's deepest zones
I see through the walls of a jail
Now you love me again
I see it all
Now you love me again
I see it all
I see that you're better than me
I see that you act better than me
I see it when we're on stage
It's so obvious, it's an outrage
So I sing
It's the only thing I do better than you
So I sing
I sing for you
My father was a pianist.
You knew that.
And fickle.
That, you didn't know.
What?
A person like you
is married to a humble peasant?
No.
No, no.
That profanes such beauty.
Profanes such beauty.
You weren't born to live in a village!
Heaven, through its schemes
no doubt led me here on purpose to prevent
this wedding.
We don't work on Sunday.
I think I want a child.
You never said that before.
It's a bit late.
Think.
Think for once before speaking.
We can always try.
I love the smell of you.
What are you doing here?
I was driving by with my woman
and saw you.
So I followed you.
Has she come back?
Yes.
Really?
I came back to see my daughter.
Your daughter?
I lost her.
Because of you.
You abandoned her.
I left her.
What's the difference?
Love may not last a lifetime.
Couples part every day.
It's not tragic.
It's ordinary.
It's not my fault.
Can you swear to that?
Yes.
Why is she buried here?
She loved the sea.
But why here exactly?
As you feel you've done no wrong
we'll meet again soon, as friends.
We'll celebrate love.
I can't wait.
We'll talk about all this.
We'll get to the bottom of it.
To my daughter, Delphine,
died January 28,2015
What should a father say
To young girls who are going away?
I wanted her to trust
Trust in life
What should a father say
To young girls who are going away?
I wanted her to trust
Trust in life
But not trust in him
Her smile was so sweet
As if it were a treat
For life
But why him?
He, the actor so slick
Forever egocentric
Why did he have to be
The one she fell for so quick?
Often a lover looks only at the other
Her smile was so sweet
But my words were too discreet
My little dear
Too late now
Never again will she be near
I'm expecting someone.
You like music, don't you?
Like your father.
Did you know my father?
I know a lot.
Everything interests me.
You're an actress, aren't you?
I saw you in Don Juan.
I liked you very much.
Thank you.
But I didn't like your partner.
He doesn't have your liberty.
He acts petty, dry, sour...
I love acting with him.
Really? Why?
Do you truly love him?
Yes.
Wonderful...
And does he love you?
Yes.
That's so beautiful.
Bravo.
Will he always love you?
My daughter wasn't that lucky.
She wasn't that lucky?
Sorry, the melody distracted me.
I meant she wasn't lucky
enough to be loved for long.
What did you think I meant?
I thought you might tell me something.
A secret, or some tragedy.
I wouldn't dare.
A tragedy...
No, she just thought the
man she loved could change.
But she was wrong.
She was too trusting,
you mean?
Yes, but she was my daughter.
I'd have liked to pass on trust in life.
It was for her trust that I loved
and raised her.
It was important for me.
Do you think people can change?
That's a very general topic.
It goes beyond me.
I have to go, I'm expected.
I'm sorry about your daughter.
I wish you a lot of happiness.
And a lot of trust.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
Will we make it this time?
I think so.
Ask me whatever you want.
I'll just be a minute.
Julie...
Come back quick.
I'm so clumsy.
Leave it. Sit down.
Everything ok?
Fine. I was daydreaming.
About what?
I don't know.
I'd like to know.
I don't remember.
I admire my simplicity
and my soft-heartedness
in doubting a betrayal
confirmed by so much evidence.
I was generous, I confess,
or foolish, rather,
in wanting to deceive myself
and in seeking to contradict my eyes
and judgement.
Each day,
my sound suspicions spoke to me,
yet I spurned what rendered
you criminal to my eyes.
Speak, Don Juan, I beg you
and let us see how you justify yourself.
Heaven!
What do I feel?
An invisible fire burns me.
I cannot go on.
My body is an inferno!
You're so pale...
Hold me tight.
Julie, will you come to my wedding?
Yes.
When did you decide?
It was sudden.
Nal was in a hurry.
Why aren't you in bed yet?
I'm not sleepy.
I like that tune.
My father used to play it.
Better, of course.
I thought he became a bar pianist
to meet new women every night.
He gave me a taste for music.
And a distaste for seducers.
Why tell me all that?
I've had too much to drink.
So I tell my life story.
Actors are so self-centred
and indecent.
My little girl, do not cry
He'd sing that to me.
Sometimes, I had to go with him
and I'd fall asleep under the piano
When we got home, I couldn't sleep.
So he'd sing the same song.
I don't know if it's a nice memory.
I don't think so.
He sang this...
Always.
My little girl, don't cry
My little girl, never fear
Listen to your dad
My little girl never fear
The black truck with headlights
That passes on all nights
Rumbling beneath our window
As vue watch it go
Never fear those slippery tracks
Where even adults fall on their backs
You will fall my dear.
And get up without a tear
Your dad has fallen too
Falling is nothing new.
Listen to your dad
My little girl don't be sad
The one speaking is your dad
But he isn't feeling mad
The one speaking
Is your dad
He's your dad
Who loves you
Never fear the black truck with headlights
That passes on all nights
Rumbling beneath our window
As we watch it go
Never fear those slippery tracks
Where even adults fall on their backs
I'm late.
What's on your mind?
Nothing.
You like to watch.
Thanks to you, I told you.
You show me the world.
If you say so.
You make me see it differently.
If you say so.
Like my outfit?
Does it ring a bell?
I think Nal is jittery.
Well, he's getting married.
It's wonderful.
What do you think?
I'm glad you made me come.
What an idiot!
I forgot my speech.
I really wanted to give one.
I'll go to the hotel
and be right back.
A speech?
You hate speeches.
That's weird.
- You'll hurry back?
- Right away.
See you later.
I wish you a lot of happiness.
Thank you.
Bravo.
Thank you.
I'd like my wedding to Julie
this autumn to be as good.
With the sea close by.
But Julie prefers the city.
We haven't decided yet.
What do you say?
City or sea?
I don't know.
Tonight it's my wedding.
I like flowers.
Marry me.
Let us be twelve months
Twenty-four hours out of twenty-three...
Who's this fellow?
Laurent invited me.
Welcome then.
Violet.
An unconventional colour.
- Do you like it?
- Violets...
My daughter's favourite flower.
Your daughter...
Oh, if only you knew...
There's so much love here.
It's overwhelming.
Even the moon above your head is...
You can't imagine...
I'll invite you too.
I don't know...
It's me.
I didn't have the courage earlier.
How can I explain
I wish I could have played music for you.
It would have been clearer,
more evocative than ridiculous,
trite words.
I'm ridiculous, I know,
and you're waiting for me.
It's over.
You, me, acting together.
It's over.
Now I know you for who you really are.
But to my misfortune,
I've learned too late
when such knowledge
can only make me despair.
It's because of the scarf!
A teacher doesn't wear such a scarf.
It confused the students.
You were a redhead.
You seem younger.
I don't understand.
Always laughing like an idiot.
At the hotel.
The lights went out.
You hit me!
It left scars on my face.
You were listening to music.
It's you.
Asshole!
Thank you.
You don't treat women that way.
What women?
All of them.
You're late.
That's true. Sorry.
You should say one
last word to the audience,
Don Juan.
This old gentleman
is the father of a woman I loved.
He addresses me as "Don Juan".
I perceive the irony.
But it doesn't affect me.
I'm just an actor.
In life, I don't act.
This old gentleman
makes allusions to the theatre,
wedding of two people I like a lot.
And I'm not alone.
Lots of women came back
to celebrate this wedding with
Tonight
I will dance with them.
And, above all,
with one woman who will be back soon too.
I'm sure of it.
She had prepared a speech
and I'm making one instead.
It's strange.
So let him look at us
and break glasses if he likes!
Julie will be back.
I'm just an actor.
Cheers!
Just an actor.
There...
I've finished.
I'll wait for Julie.
I feel a bit...
Did you like the play?
The actress above all.
Why?
She can play anything.
What does that mean?
She can play all women.
What does that mean exactly?
She's not a one-role actress.
Are there really one-role actors?
Yes.
Really?
How do you know?
Is it your profession?
Not anymore.
Were you an actor before?
We'll leave you.
I BELIEVE
IN YOU NO LONGER