Rapture (Arrebato)

SPECIAL PRIZE BY THE MINISTRY OF CULTURE IN THE YEAR 1979

This very morning,

I'll send you the reconstructed film and this tape.

If what I think is going to happen does happen,

no one will send you the last film.

You'll have to come and get it.

RAPTURE

Stop.

Stop! Stop!

And now, back up, please.

She gets in the coffin and we stay with her until...

until there. - Here what?

You mark the beginning of the fade.

It fades to black and then

it says: "The End". - What about the flaming coffin?

Don't need it, can't you see? We throw it out.

Okay. Let's get this straight... - What?

This is not good.

This one either? Why?

Because she's looking at the camera the entire shot.

She gets inside the coffin, and there, she looks at us.

I think there are some more takes. Let's check them first.

You're joking, it's the only interesting bit in the entire picture.

Come on, time's up! Let's go! - No, forget it, I'm staying.

See you Monday. - Bye.

Look, this way we can skip the final credits.

She looks at the audience and they automatically understand

that she's delighted to be a vampire.

It's fun, she doesn't regret it. And there the story ends. Full stop.

Fade to black, no regrets.

Look, the important thing is knowing

what she does and doesn't want. Nothing else matters. Superfluous cinema.

Get out of here!

Jose, I don't get you.

I don't get you at all. You're acting weird.

If we're going to work like this, I guarantee you'll ruin this film.

Which, by the way, was fine until today.

Until today!

Better than "The Curse", that's for sure. And boy, were you happy then.

Do you think so? - You betcha! Of course.

You were just starting up with Ana and you were happy. Damn it...

What's the matter with you? It all went... nowhere, right?

Look, Jose. Sorry to insist, but this is no way...

Shooting ended yesterday, you drove all night,

you've been messing this up all day long. One more take, then get some sleep.

I don't want to see any more takes.

I want what we saw, fading to black from where I said.

Yes sir, whatever you say.

Fade? I'll fade it. Dissolve? I'll dissolve it. No problem!

But don't come in on Monday wanting the bat scene,

or the flaming coffin... or talking about Film...

Cause I'm sick of... - Film? What Film?

Screw Film.

Oh, I know... You're screwing it, alright!

Of course, and you know why?

Because, in the end...

It isn't me who loves Cinema...

But Cinema... - But Cinema that loves me.

Oh... Fuck off!

And so our opera programme is coming to an end.

It's 10:00 p.m. and the temperature on the Gran Via is 28 degrees centigrade.

Ah, it's you. So, you're back.

How about the movies? Lotta work, huh? - Yes, yes...

Oh, wait a sec... There's something for you.

The postman brought it last week.

It's registered and I signed for it.

You never know if they'll come back.

I tried to give it to Miss Ana, but she sidestepped me.

You know? I haven't seen her since... - Is Miss Ana here?

Yes, she came around a couple of days ago.

I mean, today's Friday, right?

Friday... On Saturday.

She came in with a bag and asked for you.

I told her you'd be back by the end of the week...

I went for the parcel, came back, and she was already on the 3rd floor.

And I know she doesn't like to be disturbed, so the parcel's still here.

You're out of here right now, I don't care.

You're out of here right now, I don't care.

You're out of here right now, I don't care. I don't care!

Ana.

Ana!

And tonight...

When will this awful, tiresome dandruff problem end?

Put an end to it with Revlon Zp11 shampoo.

Zp11 contains zinc pyrithione, which eradicates dandruff completely.

Zp11 shampoo by Revlon.

Jose, it's me, Pedro. Do you remember me?

What I'm sending you... just listen and watch, or better still, eat and digest it.

Right away, if possible. It may be urgent...

Maybe you don't recognise my voice,

but it shouldn't come as a surprise, if you remember who I am.

Is that you?

Jose, it's me, Pedro. Do you remember me?

What I'm sending you... just listen and watch, or better still, eat and digest it.

Right away, if possible. It may be urgent...

Maybe you don't recognise my voice,

but it shouldn't come as a surprise, if you remember who I am.

I know we only saw each other twice in our lives, but so what?

But I know, only you could understand what happened.

After all, if it wasn't for you,

I'd still be filming my aunt or at best my cousin Marta.

He got her doing all sorts of things,

singing and dancing, playing the piano, cooking...

Everywhere except the bathroom! - Yeah, but I mean...

What does he do? Narratives with a script? Like documentaries or...?

Who knows? You think he shows them?

He doesn't? - No way!

The only one who ever saw them, and I'm not too sure about it, was my ex-husband.

Carlos? - Yes.

You see, it was probably so strange that they never spoke to each other again.

What did Carlos say? - He was so rude, I don't even remember.

What I do know is that, more than once, walking past Pedro's door,

he was inside, watching his own movies and crying in desperation.

So?

What do you mean "So"? They're not dramas.

He cries because he doesn't like them. They terrify... they horrify him.

His own films! Isn't that terrible, Jose?

He sees it as dedication. - Right.

Wait, it's here to the right.

I was very fond of Marta.

As you know, she taught me the tricks I needed to stay on course.

And how not to dance to anyone's tune anymore. Well, you know what I mean.

Although she matured as of late and started to get motherly on me.

Thinking she could follow me, like when she was little and we lived together.

Oh, right... For my cousin, cinema is...

Cinemania!

You're crazy. - You see, a bit raw, so to speak.

The film thing? - No, him. Pedro.

Sure, if he doesn't eat or screw or sleep or anything...

Man, I said he 'hardly' ate or drank or screwed...

So, anyway, how old is he? - Well, it depends...

What do you mean?

He's a guy who's lived for 27 years but is...

...12.

I know a lot who are like that. - I doubt it.

There he is. Look. Stop. Stop. There he is. Stop.

Blow the horn, blow it. Where is it?

I'll give him the film. Wait a sec.

Pedro! Pedro, it's me!

Marta.

When you came to see the house for a film you were going to do,

I'd been looking for help for a long time. You weren't the first...

What film? Are you stupid? Look what you've done, stupid!

Get out of here, stupid! - The way you act sometimes, Pedro!

Shit, shit, shit!

Doesn't he feel hot in that? - Hot? Do you remember Christmas?

39, 40...

Those mushrooms? Well, those bits, anyway.

Paco's rabbit, always walking around, ended up eating them.

Paco? It was Luis who had a rabbit. - Oh, right, at Luis's place.

Yes, so?

Remember what happened?

Yes, no one could tell you from the rabbit.

That's right, but the thing is, it was the rabbit who ate the mushrooms... not us.

...but you were the most useful.

Usually, people who came with Marta

didn't deserve me leaving my state of being at all.

I preferred to get it wrong rather than having to explain about myself.

But with you it was different. Not only did you make movies,

but it was also your fate to hate doing it intensely.

Your magnetic halo gave you away.

I kind of like this. - You do? But man, it's a mess!

I like it. - It wasn't at all like this before.

And besides, you came at a crucial time for me.

Marta was more right than she realised.

Aunt Carmen, where are you?

Martita, is that you? Come in, I'm...

I'd been filming everything around me, again and again, for too long.

The same sparkles, the same pauses... Do you remember?

Are you okay?

Come on, let's have dinner. - The cake was marvellous,

but it's no longer the same. - I liked it a lot. You, Jose?

Delicious. The pastry has to...

Shall I turn on the TV? - I refuse to eat with the TV on.

With coffee perhaps, but not when I'm eating.

You bet, it's bad for everything.

Do you like watching TV? - I only watch the movies.

Movies, of course.

It's annoying, because some are very good but I miss them all.

I often go to the cinema, you know?

We used to travel a lot and bring back some marvellous colour films.

Yes, I remember, and almost all of them were about water-skiing.

I'll get me some coffee. Asun isn't very well, is she?

Don't think so. - "The white is fine."

That woman. I mean, I don't get it. So fat, looking that way...

But she's a genius, right? - You like her, like all young men.

I'll never understand it. She was successful, wasn't she?

Her? The most famous of all.

I suppose, you hired famous actors for your film. What was the title again?

"Wolf Men".

Oh, right. And you said I can't have seen it?

It's curious, yet... Are you sure Alan Ladd isn't in it?

I've seen them all, and if I'm not mistaken...

Yes, but... the movie hasn't been released or even finished...

Right. That's why I'm taking the liberty of giving you advice. As a matter of fact...

No. Not Alan Ladd...

But it's important to film it in colour, believe me. This fad for black and white...

It doesn't convince me at all.

This film, for instance, was in colour when I first saw it.

And look at it now, all grey. Poor thing...