1:23:20
Leopoldo, where are you going?
1:23:21
I'll tell you later.
I feel poetically inspired.
1:23:24
An idea worthy of a genius!
1:23:27
An ocean breeze, a night wind.
1:23:30
- Sir, my friends...
- Your friends disappoint me.
1:23:36
He who cares not for art
cares not for life.
1:23:40
Is the beach that way?
- Yes, sir.
1:23:41
Excellent!
1:23:43
Let's use first names -
we're both artists, after all!
1:23:47
Your Frida is wonderful.
She's marvelous.
1:23:49
What a well-sculpted character.
Perfect for Ferrati!
1:23:53
Excellent! I'll write to her tonight.
She'll be thrilled.
1:23:59
If Act IV is anything like
the first two you read me,
1:24:03
I can tell you we have
a guaranteed success on our hands.
1:24:08
What's your name?
- Poldo, sir.
1:24:10
Leopoldo, in two months
you must come with me to Milan.
1:24:14
- Really, sir? Are you serious?
- Call me Sergio.
1:24:18
- Sir, are you serious?
- Come, Leopoldo. Let's read Act IV.
1:24:22
Sir, you have no idea
what this means to me.
1:24:25
I was ready to give up
on all my dreams.
1:24:28
- Is the beach this way?
- This way, sir.
1:24:31
Sergio, I can hardly express...
This town is blind to art.
1:24:36
It's so hard,
being perpetually misunderstood.
1:24:38
My friends don't even understand me.
They only care about material things.
1:24:41
They live their sordid lives,
thinking of women and money.
1:24:43
I feel so alone.
And the winter is awful.
1:24:47
It's endless in this town.
I'm so full of sadness and anguish.
1:24:50
At midnight the town goes dark.
How can an artist feed his demons?
1:24:54
How can he live in this silence?
1:24:56
The years go by,
then one morning you wake up.