"Dalí is Catholic, apostolic,..." "Roman and a little Rumanian... and above all monarchist... and anarchist... always on the metaphysical plane, never political." "Beethoven is the number one... criminal against humanity." "As soon as there is an air... accident and there are 50... coffins lined up or something of that kind:" "Every time." "Before you spoke of perhaps a film of this book." "No, I will do that on my own, if it gets done." " Directing the film?" " Everything." "And acting." "Dalí presented a new edition of the "Babaouo" script... on the 6th of October 1978." ""Babaouo" book" ""Cadaqués is lovely and peaceful..." ""after the tourist season." ""Waves and boats at Portlligat." ""The summer disappears and Salvador Dalí appears." ""The extravagant painter tries to disconcert the cameramen..." ""or perhaps he's trying to express something..." ""we fail to understand."" "Salvador Dalí is brilliant." "Fantastic!" "I like his art very much." ""Dalí's experiments in the field of painting are multiplied..." ""by the effusive outbursts to which his temperament," ""in continual evolution, has accustomed us." ""The artist's latest extravagant discovery is painter..." ""sea urchins, which he presents in a..." ""kind of magnetic showing."" "I like his expressiveness, his way of being and living." "He's incredible." "I love him." "Yes, his irrationality as... a mixture of things." ""Strange sculptures, paintings and unusual machines..." ""were offered at the Decorative Art Museum in Paris." ""Szeeman tries to explain to the public..." ""the meaning of this collection." ""He says the inspirers are artists and poets like..." ""Alfred Jarry, Kafka," ""Edward Munch and Marcel Duchamp." ""These works, that seem..." ""suggested by primary obsessions," ""some outstanding names are Picabia, Man Ray..." ""and Dalí in his first period."" "I don't know if I'm the most famous painter in the world." "Many people ask me for my autograph in the street... but don't really know if I'm a singer, a film actor, a madman, a writer." "I thing he was mad, like all artists... but that is what makes him normal amongst men." "I like him very much." "He's a genius." "He's a brilliant." "He's something quite out of the ordinary." "Amongst the uncompleted legacies of Salvador Dalí... there is this old municipal theatre in Figueres, where he spent his childhood, destroyed by bombs, which he reconstructed as a museum, a theatre-mausoleum in which his body lies... in the crypt, just beneath my feet." "On the dome of this museum..." "Dalí painted himself as "Dollar Greedy"... throwing gold coins on his native town and proclaiming..." "Montaigne's motto: "The universal can only be attained on the basis of the extremely local"" "I've had lots of comments about that "Old Tightwad"... and there is a little truth in them... a basis of truth, because... what I like is not dollars... but gold;" "solid gold... like the alchemists," "Flannel, Ramon Llull and all of them in the Middle Ages... who wanted to convert... base matter into gold." "I say it all the time..." "I am a bad painter... for the reason that..." "I am too intelligent... to be a good painter." "To be a good painter you have to be a bit stupid." "We have some sketches for sets for "Spellbound", a film which Alfred Hitchcock directed in 1945, about the ins and outs of the film industry in Hollywood." "The adventure led Dalí to assert:" ""In fact, the imagination of the Hollywood experts... is the only thing that has never surpassed me"." "His relationship with cinema dated back to a few years... before his friendship with Luis Buñuel." "The writing of an unfinished script... and the influence of the text "Surrealistic Mysteries... of New York", by William R. Hearst, to ether... with the hysteria of the Italian cinema... were his initial references." "with Luis Buñuel and the making of "Un chien andalou"... and "L'âge d'or", Dalí enters surrealist cinema... and widens the doorway." "After these films together," "Dalí started to write "Babaouo" on his own, in 1932." "This was to be his authentic surrealist film, and put in all themes of his painting of that period:" ""The soft watches", "the fried eggs without a plate", the "William Tell"." ""the modern hysteria"," ""the paranoiac images" or the aesthetics of "Art Nouveau"." "Are you familiar with this script: "Babaouo"?" "No, I'm not." ""Babaouo", that's it!" ""Babaouo" was left for decades where Salvador Dalí... kept his unrealized film projects." "His fascination with Harpo Marx led him to write, in 1936, a script for the Marx Brothers..." ""Giraffes on Horseback Salad", which was never made within the superrealism of Hollywood." "Surrealism!" "Surrealism!" "After the experience with Hitchcock," "Walt Disney took an interest in Dalí." "That was in 1947." "The result was to be "Destiny", a script with a storyboard from the Disney factory... that was never made either." "Ten years later, in 1957," "Disney and Dalí met up again in Cadaqués, and had the idea for a new film, The "Quijote", which was never to be made." "There were other projects never filmed... such as "The meat wagon"." "Does "Babaouo" mean "baba", mucus?" "Or a Frenchified form of the Catalan "babau", idiot?" ""Babaouo" is a softened self- portrait of Salvador Dalí, his own soft shadow." "Beauty will be edible or it will be nothing." "I hope, ladies and gentlemen, you will enjoy your meal." "Based on an original text by Salvador Dalí, written in 1932." "Script and adaptation:" "Pilar Parcerisas and Manuel Cussó" "Music:" "Manel Camp" "Director of photography:" "Josep M. Civit, A.E.C." "Editing:" "Anastasi Rinos" "Executive producer:" "Pilar Parcerisas" "A thousand thanks, my dear colleague, for your amiable dispatch... and for you esteemed dedication," "which seems to prove that... you already know my..." ""Nouvelles Impressions d'Afrique", of which I am proud." "I shall read "Babaouo" with... great curiosity and fraternal sympathy." "with thanks, Raymond Roussel." "4th of November, 1932." "Matilde found Raymond Roussel's confirmation that he had... received the script of "Babaouo"." "Her greatest joy was to find... he had inevitably liked it." "That has given way to all monolithic civilization." "Here it is." "We see how it has advantaged the existence of this... strange geographic... sector... containing the famous... white, soft mushrooms." "One, two, three, four, five..." "He will reappear." "Look at Hitler's real mouth." "8 kilometers from Perpignan station, between the lake of Salses and Narbonne, in the 18th century the standard measurement of the Earth." "Perpignan station became for Dalí... a source of light and inspiration, a sacred place, the centre of the universe." "The right of the mind to paranoia is the same as... that of sex, erection or ejaculation." "Pa-ra-no-ia, from the Greek "para-", which means "beside", and "noos", "spirit"." "Certainly, paranoic delirium is like sexual delirium... but the street is full of bottoms, look here!" "And hair that almost drowns us." "Just a moment." "The libido." "The unfathomable knot of the night." "who do you wish to see?" "There is an urgent letter for Mister Babaouo." "I have to give it to him in person." "I'll tell him." "No need to stop, the one who stops is you." "Let's play at something else." "Silence, please." "Alone, in the castle in Portugal for 3 days." "I need help." "Your beloved, Matilde." "I would like to arrive at a kind of absolute thought." "A pity the war is not forever gone." "I'm sick of the piano!" "You should have let me know you were in Figueres." "I just arrived from Cerbère." "What wind blew you here?" "I'm to apply the French system of laying out rooms... in the old Chamber of Agriculture in Figueres." "How are things?" "I see you're back from New York." "At night, the N.Y. skyscrapers take on the anthropomorphic... forms of multiple and gigantic..." "Angelus of Millet's 3rd period." "Motionless and ready to perform the sexual act... and devour one another... like swarms of scorpions before copulation." "But they say the art and literary scene in that city... are a supreme example of modernity." "The metro trains in N.Y. do not run on iron rails." "They run on rails made of calves' lungs, as our dear friend Raymond Roussel, the greatest of French imaginative writers, would say." "What do you mean by that?" "Simply that N.Y. poetry is an organ." "How can I tell you?" "An organ of calf's lung, organ of nationalities, organ of Babel, of bad taste, of actuality, of virginal and antihistorical abyss." "N.Y. poetry is not a building that scrapes the sky." "N.Y. poetry is a gigantic, multitubular organ of red ivory." "It doesn't scrape the sky, it resounds with... the beat of the systole and diastole of the visceral... canticles of elementary biology." "But, what is N.Y. really like?" "It's not prismatic, it's not white;" "It's round." "It's brightly red." "It's a round pyramid." "A ball of meat slightly pointed on top." "A ball of thousand-year-old crystallized entrails." "A monumental ruby, with the tip pointing at the sky." "Somewhat similar to an upside-down heart, unpolished!" "Young man, if you would be so kind." "We all have a right to a critico-paranoic thought." "Oh, thank you!" "May the association for the interpretation of... delirious phenomena be with you always." "Taxi, to the Castle of Portugal, please." "Yes." "Get down!" "We have to continue our journey." "The Castle of Portugal is near." "I said get down from there!" "How do I have to say it?" "I said get down!" "Not even an orangutan would take it seriously!" "Oh, at last!" "I've travelled roads of impossible dreams to find you." "I'm lucky you've come." "It has been horrible." "Those dreams are nothing compared to what I've suffered." "I couldn't have endured it any longer!" "Now you have nothing to worry about." "You're not alone." "I've come to rescue you." "Such things are not done." "It's too horrible." "It's been here 6 days and, besides, my mother is coming, as well as your friends, the Noailles, the Eluards, the Ernsts." "They're all notified but, it's likely that no one will come." "I think we should take off our clothes... and get comfortable." "The exquisite corpse will drink new wine." "Yes, because dream and art go hand in hand." "Mother!" "What's the matter?" "I couldn't get to sleep, and..." "I couldn't get to sleep, and when I did, I couldn't dream." "I want to see it just once more!" "No, please!" "It's too horrible." "It's been here 6 days." "Please!" "If you insist." "The Archbishop of Constantinople wants to... disarchbishopofconstan- tinople himself." "what a good disarchbishopofcon- stantinopler he will be." "At the other side of the bridge the ghosts came to meet him." "Now!" "What's new?" "What a drama!" "No!" "Now it's ours!" "What a stench!" "The shroud!" "The shroud!" "Instead of changing the world, change life." "As Rimbaud said, because poetry is made in bed, like love." "Peanuts." "Give me your peanuts." "Peanuts." "Give me your peanuts." "The peanut vendor goes away." "Peanuts." "Peanuts." "Give me your peanuts." "I can't see, I'm blind!" "Matilde, my love!" "Your feet are hollow!" "But your legs are deliciously swollen." "Matilde, desire solidified, visible woman, dream become reality!" "woman of my dreams." "Matilde, my adored one!" "You're alive." "I have found you again." "I can feel once more the lukewarm heat of your life!" "Shit!" "Much time has passed." "Much time has passed." "The increasing perfection of surgical science... has restored Babaouo's sight... after a laborious operation." "Soon he discovers an irresistible... vocation for painting, which opens up his heart to a new era of hopes, as affable as reserved." "Amongst the picturesque towns... of poetic Roussillon," "Babaouo asses the lightest and longest of his days." "He lives modestly, and while comforted by the goodness, simple and rough, of those farmers and fishermen, he enjoys observing their lives, which, perhaps too frequently... provide him with his favourite themes." "Themes of a contained and everyday drama... not exempt of the profound emotion, idyllic and grandiose, that is taken from the incomparable frame offered, with its constant variations, by the Roussillion countryside." "Afterwards, I'll show you how to play fields." " I want to play ball." " First, finish your apple." "Now, it's your turn." " Good morning, madame Lidia!" " Good morning, Babaouo." " Are my things ready?" " As usual." "Thank you." "My own mother wouldn't treat me so well!" "Good day, brave fishermen of Culip!" "Blood doesn't stain." "It's sweeter than honey." "Madame, you are blood, and all other women are honey." "At this moment your sons are going against the blood... and chasing after the honey." "Well, I've finished for today." "In the village, they killed all our people." "War is war." "Shit!" ""THE PEANUT VENDOR"" "Dalí investigated Millet's painting, the "Angelus"." "An X-ray of it showed that between man and woman... there was what Dalí interpreted as the coffin of the dead child." "The woman is like a... praying mantis before the fatal coupling." "The man, as if hypnotized, annihilated by the woman." "Father and son, fused together, victims of copulation and fecundity." "The cart full of sacks, an erotic symbol of country people." "The "Angelus" inspired many Dalí texts and paintings, including the famous "Perpignan Station"... with this atavistic couple in... the centre of a Maltese cross." "Dalí drove around the station as... if it were an esoteric monument... all ablaze in the late afternoon sun, especially the great window in the centre." "Dalí discovered a halo that formed a full circle." "Suddenly, it all came to him like a lightning flash." "In front of him was the centre of the Universe."