Cultcut

“Lisboa existe porque nós a inventamos. Cada vez que pensamos um no outro."

Viy (1967)

Directed by

Konstantin Yershov, Georgi Kropachyov

Screenplay by Aleksandr Ptushko, Konstantin Yershov, Georgi Kropachyov

High School Confidential (1958) by Jack Arnold

Scene performed by Phillipa Fallon

“My old man was a bread stasher all his life. He never got fat.

He wound up with a used car, a 17-inch screen and arthritis.

Tomorrow is a drag, man, tomorrow is a king-sized bust.

They cried, "Put down pot. Don't think a lot." For what?

Time how much and what to do with it.

Sleep, man, and you might wake up diggin' the whole human race,

Givin' itself three days to get out.

Tomorrow is a drag, pops, the future is a flake.

I had a canary who couldn't sing.

I had a cat that let me share my pad with her.

I bought a dog that killed the cat that ate the canary.

What is truth?

I had an uncle with an ivy-league car.

He had life with a belt in the back.

He had a button-down brain.

Wind up a belt in the mouth and a button-down lip.

He coughed blood on this earth.

Now there's a race for space.

We can cough blood on the moon soon.

Tomorrow is dragsville, cats. Tomorrow is a king-sized drag.

Hula fast shorts, swing with a gassy chick,

Turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened,

Then check what's gonna happen, you'll miss what's happening.

Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum.

Tomorrow, drag.”

Notes on: love, hate and a picture box

"The certificates we use to make certain of one another: contracts, licenses, ID cards, permits, deeds, certifications, registrations, carry permits, union cards, testimonials, bills, IOUs, temporary permits, letters of consent, income statements, certificates of custody, even proof of pedigree.

Is that all of them? Have I forgotten any?

Men and women are slaves to their fear of being cheated. In turn

they dream up new certificates to prove their innocence.

No one can say where it will end. They seem endless."

— But you're tempting the devil.

— Why?

Identity Score Board "While pretending to study, I actually spent days comparing the contestants for my father, comparing Anne and me, all our good points against all our bad ones. I meant to be fair, but the score was against me... definitely. Anne was out. How to get her out might have been difficult if the way, the trap, had not been opened for me."

I’ve never been less casual in my life. Transcript: "- But it is summer, Raymond, and I am as suspicious of summer as I am of you.

- You said I behave like a little boy. How can you be suspicious of a lost little boy?

- Easily. He likes to play with girls too much.

- That's perfectly true... until now.

- Oh, now you're serious, I suppose?

- From the moment you arrived, I've been serious.

- No, from the moment I arrived, you've been campaigning.

- Well...

- And what about Elsa?

- Elsa?

- Mm-hmm.

- You know how I think of Elsa.

- As a playmate for Cecile?

- Exactly.

- And I could never think of you as just a playmate.

- Not even for you?

- No, the moment I stop joking, you start.

- Yes, but that's what you want though, isn't it?

- A playmate? Someone to have fun with? - I do have fun with you, and that's a long way from being all I want. - And we've been over and over this. - I know. - Raymond, I cannot be casual. - I’ve never been less casual in my life. - Then why am I still so frightened?  - I don't know. I'm often frightened when I want something very badly. And I want you. I've never wanted any woman the way I want you."

By learning how to have a good time.

"— Well, one has to do something until one reaches a certain age.

— One has to prepare for the future.

— Oh, I’m preparing.

— How?

— By learning how to have a good time."

The present as black and white.

Bichon frisé stays until the end, like a true marriage.