New Wave (Onda Nova)

Olympus Filme presents

Carla Camuratti and Cristina Mutarelli in

- You’re looking pretty cute. - Thank you.

It’s gonna look great.

I’m gonna do, like, a lip-to-lip makeup here.

- That’s it, you look beautiful. - That’s good, that’s good.

Tell me something: have you had this tendency since childhood?

- Tell us. - More or less.

How did soccer come into your life?

Well, ever since I was a kid I liked playing soccer.

I used to watch the boys playing barefoot in the street.

And sometimes I’d go in as the goalkeeper

when one of them was missing.

- And your mother? - Hiding it from Mom, of course.

Soccer fascinates me.

It’s a spectacle, it’s a show, it’s art!

That’s good.

I love masculinizing sports!

Hold on. Boobies...

This whole tryout thing

to recruit girls for women’s soccer

doesn’t work.

What really matters is the sculpture.

I don’t think so.

I think you managers have no sensitivity at all

to understand the soul of a soccer player.

That’s why I support free transfers.

Actually, free everything, go wherever you want...

In fact, pass me another little piece of meat, please.

Thanks.

Did you see Santos yesterday? What a shame, huh?

Yeah.

Santos soccer doesn’t have the tradition it used to, you know?

- It’s over. - It’s over.

You wanna bet? If you wanna bet, I’ll bet.

That top-scorer talk works on Waldir Peres,

that butterfingers. Not on me!

And another thing, huh, if I let you score on me,

I’ll shave my head right here on the field.

And if I don’t score, do I have to shave my head too?

No, no.

You’ll have to play the whole championship

with that little pigtail you’re doing.

Look how cute it is!

Okay, then it’s a bet.

Hey, you guys, come here! Gather around! Come here!

I want everybody to know about our bet, okay?

I’m gonna score way more than one goal on this butterfingers.

Get me some scissors.

I’m gonna make myself look just like Waldir Peres.

Come on, guys! Enough horsing around!

- Let’s hit the field! - Let’s hit the field!

Stop, stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Stop!

Excuse me, give me a minute, I have to referee the game, okay?

See you later.

- What’s your team’s name? - “Seagulls Soccer Club.”

Then ours is gonna be “Sweet-Smelling Butt,” okay?

Guys, let’s get this organized.

Who are the team captains?

- Hey! I’m one. - We are.

So let’s begin, let’s draw.

- I call heads! I said it first. - Tails, tails!

Let’s go. Toss the ball.

Hey, I won!

- But it landed upright. - Heads!

No, look. You want to see?

Heads. My team over here...

- And the girls over here. - Seagulls over there.

Let’s go, let’s go!

That’s a foul, damn it! The foul!

Kick it, kick it!

Kick! Goal!

There, done! Oh, now that was the first one, thank God.

Oh, this game is gonna be more than ten.

- You think so? - Of course!

Hey, besides doing absolutely nothing, you still score an own goal on me?

- Relax! - Oh, give me a break, damn it!

Go fuck yourself! I can’t deal with this! What the hell?

Go mark Casagrande, go on, do me a favor!

- Hi, girls. - Hi, ladies.

- Hi, fancy ladies. - Hi, how are you?

Can we watch the game with you?

- Aren't you going to drink with us? - No, thanks.

I drink, but, no, I’m not drinking, thanks.

Don’t you like soccer?

I’ve got nothing against it. Do you, Rubi?

No, quite the opposite. I actually really like soccer.

You bet.

And what do you think about this women’s soccer thing?

Goal!

There you go, see?

No need to say anything. That’s it now.”

Yeah, but the goalkeeper helped.

- Watch your mouth, man! Get out of here! - What’s up, Madame Satã?

Keep moving, come on!

Now I'm just fooling. I’m doing nothing

because the film production has stopped.

And now they’re looking for someone else to dub it.

But it’s... it’s a weird thing, you know? I...

I don’t know. Suddenly she dies.

Personally, I’d feel creeped out, you know?

Playing the role of someone who just died.

Not that I’m afraid of that whole dying thing,

but it’s weird, you know what I mean?

Stay there! Stay outside! Stay down there!

Kick it, kick it!

Kick! Goal!

Oh, poor thing!

Oh, the poor girl!

- I knew it! - That’s so mean.

Stop, stop!

Get out, you idiots! Damn it, go fuck yourselves!

Look at this!

Hi, Dad.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

Have a slice of pizza, honey.

Sit down and tell me where you were.

Give it to the dog, I’m not hungry.

No way!

This pizza is great! Sit down and eat!

I already said I’m not hungry.

I just came from the office secretaries’ barbecue.

And what’s with that awful wet hair?

Water, duh.

He’s pressuring him. Rodrigo’s marking him tight.

Piece-of-crap TV. It only gets channel 11.

- Jerk! - No, but it was a lot of beating.

- It was really violent. - Well,

I’m heading out, guys.

Gonna hitch a ride so I don’t miss the show.

- Bye. - Bye.

So, guys, our coach already left, huh?

- He already left. - Oh...

There comes the other one with her, look.

Hey, Rita, come in.

No, no. I can’t go to the show tonight at all.

What’s up, Ritinha?

I became a soccer player. All good?

I had a match today, the whole afternoon.

Uh-huh.

Men dressed as women and women dressed as men.

- How was it? - Oh, it was great!

Wladimir looked gorgeous!

He was wearing a totally see-through dress.

And I was dressed as a pregnant woman.

- Carioquinha? - Yeah.

I shouldn’t have had sex today. I shouldn’t have.

Why? Didn’t you like it?

That’s not it, it’s the schedule.

Schedule? What schedule?

You were on your period until the day before yesterday.

Championship schedule, you idiot.

I have to be at the Club at 8 A.M. tomorrow to train,

and here we are making out until 3 A.M.

Oh, no problem.

I’m the coach.

You’re cleared.

Oh, Rita! Oh, we’re in trouble!

- Ow... - We’re in trouble! Come here!

- It’s closed. - Goddammit, it’s closed!

Then come here! Come here, come here!

- Oh, I’m slipping! - No, come on. Run over here.

This way.

Look who’s here.

Hey, are you strawberry jelly or apple jelly?

Hold on. Hold on, I’m gonna go talk to someone over there, okay?

Go ahead. But hey, Zita...

Yeah, I get messages like that all the time.

Cool.

- Got a light? - No.

Hello, how are you?

Playing waitress now, huh? Lighting people’s cigarettes.

Anything for you. Hi, Vera, how are you?

I’m fine.

Think you could give me a little time?

- Alright. - Oh, don’t go, sweetie.

- No, let me go. - Don’t disappear, okay?

Just a moment. I’ll be right back.

Why did you come here, huh?

Looking for your coke, you nut.

- Really? - Uh-huh.

- But my coke is with him. - With him, huh?

Yeah, that’s why I couldn’t come alone.