"And she is the flame" "That rises up" "And she is a bird in flight" "In the night /that catches fire" "Hell is this heaven" "Up!" "Up, up, up up!" "Careful, guys." "This corpse is still breathing." "Try to get me there in one piece." "Hello, Professor." "Hello, Frida." "Diego Rivera is back in the auditorium!" " Who cares?" " With a naked woman." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." "Shh." "Why is this whore still here?" "Huh?" "Tell me." "Tell me, mi amor." "Are you planning to have her after lunch, or have you fucked her already?" "Lupe, please don't start." "Y-You think I don't know what's going on." "You must think I'm an idiot." " I can't work like this." " Yes, you can." "Your food and your slut." "That's all you need to paint your pinche murals!" "Hey!" "Get out!" "And don't come home!" "Don't come home and give me one of your speeches about the artist and the people and your fucking revolution!" "You only care about yourself, you piece of shit!" "So much for lunch." "Although..." "I could eat you, perhaps." "I-I've eaten female flesh before." "Yeah." "Yes." "Wrapped up in... tortillas." "Tastes like... the tenderest young pig." "Watch out, Diego!" "Lupe's coming back!" "Fucking punks!" "Come on, you little anarchists!" "Let's go!" "Frida!" "Just keeping you honest, panzon." "Panzon." "Do I look fat to you?" "Shh!" " Shh!" "Shh, shh, shh, shh!" "Oh, yeah." " Here you are." " Gracias." "Frida, we found the most beautiful fabric for my wedding dress today." "Fantastic." "It cost a fortune." " Mama?" " Yes?" "Are these ripe?" "They should be." "Let me see." "Yes, they're fine." "Just need a day or two." "Maybe you'll get married, too, one day." "One can only hope." "Lunch is almost ready." "Go get the artist." "I love this one." "It's beautiful." "I like it, too." "They're busy with the wedding." "Cristina is so excited about her dress." "Good." "Everyone should be excited when they get married." "I suppose." "If that's what you want." "And, uh... what do you want?" "I don't know." "I just don't think that marriage is for everyone." "Well, you need a good reason to do it, just like with anything else." "What do you think matters most for a good marriage?" "A short memory." "Why did you get married, Papa?" "I can't remember." "So I could have you." "And concentrate, everybody." "Wait." "Where is Frida?" "Adriana, go tell your sister to hurry up." "I always wanted a son." "And, Matilde, everyone, eyes to the camera, and..." "Come on." "We'll miss our bus." " Frida!" " Excuse me." "How much is the calaca?" "Frida, come on!" " The bus!" " We'll take the next one." "No, no, no!" "Come, come, come!" "W-Watch out." "Hey!" "Hey." "Anyway, I just don't think he's completely apolitical." "That's all." "But that's because you read it after you read Marx." "You... you always read things in the wrong order!" "That's ridiculous." "Why should it matter what order you read it in?" "Because if you have already read Marx, then of course Hegel is going to seem political." "But the truth is the idea of history as a dialectic." "It just predicts Marx..." "Is that gold?" "Real gold?" "For the ceiling of the opera house." "Move!" "Move it, idiot!" "Your brake!" "The spinal column was broken, as were the collarbone and two ribs." "The pelvis is broken in three places." "The metal rod entered the right side of the body and came out the vagina." "The right leg has 11 fractures," "And the foot was crushed." "Will she ever walk again?" "Let's make sure she lives first." "Is Alex alive?" " Frida." " Is he all right?" "He was hurt, but not terribly." "He was here yesterday when you were not awake." "And Mama?" "It was too much for them, Fridocha." "They are at home." "How long have I been here?" "Three weeks." "We're almost there." "Gently, now." "There is nothing left to spend." "I will sell some of my equipment." "For another operation that probably won't work." " No." "No." "Listen." "Maybe this time it will work." "And then how will you make money?" "I'll... paint portraits again." "Admit it, Guillermo." "She'll never walk again." "Go on in, Alex." "She's waiting for you." "Hello, ugly." "They're beautiful." "How do you feel?" "Like I've been hit by a bus." "Come on, silly." "Come, come." "Come sit with me." "Look." "It's my only good angle at the moment." "No, it's not." "I like you this way." "You're easier to keep up with." "Spengler..." "because you love him." "Schopenhauer because it's good for you." "Oh, Alex." "You know I adore you." "I've missed you so much." "I told the doctor the handrail had taken my virginity." "And I'm sure he believed you." "You know... when I get out of this cast," "I'm going to show you a couple of things" "I still remember from before." "Okay." "What?" "My aunt and my uncle are leaving for Europe, and... they've invited me to come along." "But that's wonderful." "When would you leave?" "Soon." "Next week." "How long will you be gone?" "They're going for two months, and... afterwards I might stay on at the Sorbonne." "I will be staying on." "Did I tell you that I'm going to walk again?" "Yes." "Do you believe it?" "Of course I do." "You'd better." "Because you're going to miss it." "N-No." "Frida..." "I want you to leave before I finish this butterfly." "How are you feeling?" "How am I feeling?" "I can't even remember what it felt like before the pain." "Isn't that horrible?" "Dr. Farril is coming on Monday." "He is bringing a back specialist," "Dr. Cervantes." "I feel like some rich girl with a new suitor every week." "But all my suitors have turned into doctors." "And I'm not a rich girl, Papa." "How come you never ask me about my plans anymore?" "Hmm?" "You used to always say," ""Tell me your plans, Frida."" "What are your plans..." "Frida?" "Right now I'm a burden." "But I hope to be a self-sufficient cripple one day." "After that, I don't know." "You are not a burden... my love." "See?" "Here." "We have something for you." "Matilde, come." "We noticed that there was no more room left on your cast," " Oh." " So..." "Mm-hmm." "Now you look like a gringa movie star." "Let me see." "It's too much money." "Mama, Papa..." "I have a surprise." "Careful, now." "Don't worry." "Don't worry." "It's all right." "Aah!" "Do you want a rich tamale?" "Delicious..." "I need the ochre." " Is it ready?" " Almost." "No." "Now." "I need it now." "Okay." "Seòor Rivera?" "Diego!" "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "I have something important to discuss with you." "I'm working." "I'll wait." "I don't have time to chat with schoolgirls." "I'm not a schoolgirl, panzon." "Okay." "Come on up here." "No." "You come down." "What?" "Look, I didn't come here for fun or to flirt." "I've done some paintings which I want you to look over professionally, and I need an absolutely straightforward opinion of my work." "You were that girl in the auditorium." "Yes, I was, but that has nothing to do with now." "I just want your serious opinion." "What... what do you care about my opinion?" "If you're a real painter, you'll paint because you can't live without painting." "You'll paint till you die, okay?" "I have to work to earn a living, so I don't have time to fool around just for vanity." "If I'm not good enough," "I have to do something else to help my parents." "Leave the best one here." "Go home and paint another one." "If this one's any good," "I'll come and look at that one on my day off." "Orozco is a true artist." "He's tremendous." "And Siqueiros could be great if he'd pull his head out of his own ass and look around." "Comrade Rivera." "What a nice surprise." "What if I told you that easel painting like yours is finished, that it's headed for the trash like other elitist, bourgeois pastimes?" "I'd say cut the propaganda." "This is very good work." "You have real talent." "Oh, come on." "I'm not looking for your compliments." "I want a serious critique." "But I'm being sincere." "These are very original paintings... none of the usual tricks." "But that's..." "that's not specific." "You have to trust a true compliment as much as a critique." "Yeah, well, some people have told me not to trust what you say." "They say if a girl asks your opinion, and she's not a complete fright, you'll gush all over her." "I need you to tell me one thing honestly... do you actually believe that I should continue to paint?" "Yes." "Yes." "You'll like Tina." "She's a brilliant photographer, one of the few with real taste." "Do you know Alvarez Bravo?" "I know his work." "It's good." "I'll introduce you to him." "He'll want to photograph you." "Without clothes, of course." "Of course." "That's the thing about these radicals." "They're a little dangerous, but they definitely throw the best parties." "Ah, at last!" "The monster!" "Tina!" "This is Frida Kahlo." "She's a wonderful painter." "She wants to be a wonderful painter." "Oh, don't be shy." "Nobody really thinks their own stuff is good except Diego." "He's the only one who's sure." "Go find Siqueiros." "He's been bad-mouthing you again." "You come with me." "Great party." "Everybody, I have someone for you to meet." "This is Frida Kahlo." "She came with Diego." "Another pretty girl..." "She's quite a talent, no?" "Julio Mella, the Cuban." "Tina took the last photo of him." "She was with him on the street when they gunned him down." "Incredible." "They're like clay in his hands." "It must be that body." "No." "It's the way he looks at you... and finds beauty in all your imperfections." "It's irresistible." "You'd never think it to look at him, but he's had half the women here." "I'm sorry." "Did you come with him?" "Oh, n..." "we're just friends." "I'm Frida Kahlo." "I'm a painter." "A painter." "No wonder." "Mm-hmm." "I'm Lupe Marí n." "I'm his wife." "Ah..." "I was his wife." "Good luck to you." "Bad-mouth him all you want, Diego." "But while we have been talking about socialism over drinks at parties for 10 years," "Stalin is making it work." "He's achieving it." "Achieving what?" "His only big idea so far is to throw out all the real thinkers in the land." "But he..." "he just threw you out." "No." "Not just me." "No, not just you." "Mr. Trotsky... a man who plays the martyr when, in truth, he was rejected by his own country." " Good riddance." " No." "He had to run for his life." "Stalin would have had him shot." "That's his version of socialism... kill anyone who disagrees with you." "Well, some people have to get shot in a revolution, you know." "Well, I prefer evolution." "Educate the poor." "Mobilize the workers." "Rise like a slow tide." "But you..." "you'll have your revolution and kill half the poor to save them." "Diego, this from a Communist who's getting rich painting for the government and wealthy patrons?" "I can't help it if the rich have good taste." "The rich don't have good taste." "They pay someone to have good taste for them." "And they don't hire you because you are good." "They hire you because you assuage their sense of guilt." "They use you, Diego, and you are too vain to see it." " No!" " Diego, no!" "What are you doing?" "Basta." "Whoever takes the biggest swig can dance with me." "Bravo." "Diego, let's see..." "I'd rather have an intelligent enemy than a stupid friend." " Oh!" "It's more than the man, no?" "Shall we?" "The night will go by" "Without hurrying nostalgia" "Our wound will be a tango" "Our souls a bleeding accordion" "We will be tonight /all day long" "Come back to me" "Love me in the dark" "In our blue room" "Where there was no sun /for us" "Blind me" "Kill my heart" " In our blue room" "My" "My love" "The village, united, advance to the defeated!" "The village, united, advance to the defeated!" "The village, united, advance to the defeated!" "...and more women." "Next time I'll make sure that happens, okay?" "Miss Kahlo." "You may have to hold me up." "That Torres is a good man, but he's got to be much more careful." "What is this, your studio?" "One of the benefits of being party leader... you can arrange for the drinking to be done close to home." "And now that you are officially a comrade," "I believe I can let you see it, if you like." "Hey, listen." "If you think I'm going to sleep with you just because you've taken me under your wing, you're wrong." "Me?" "I was painting murals and womanizing in peace when you came along." "Anyway, sex is like pissing." "People take it much too seriously." "In Russia... oh, my God... in Russia, everyone was fucking like rabbits." "Well, this isn't Russia." "No, thank Christ." "I have a proposal." "We will not sleep together." "We will solemnly swear, right here, right now, that we will be friends only." "Fine." "Comrades... colleagues... and friends forever." "Did you arrange for that?" "Cost me a fortune." "I have a scar." "Let me see it." "You're perfect." "Perfect." "Mmm!" "I always wanted a man with melones bigger than mine." "You know what I've always loved?" "What?" "A girl with cojones." "Aah!" "Ooh!" "Aah!" " Aah!" " Oh!" "These are good, Frida." "I love them." "Hmm." "And you were probably painting better when you were 12." "That's nonsense." "I could never paint like this." "Oh." "I couldn't." "I-I'm serious." "I paint what I see..." "the world outside." "But you... you paint from here." "It's wonderful." "I can see why you're so successful with women." "We'll have to get married, you know." "What?" "The thing is..." "I think it's quite possible that we were born for each other, so we should marry." "But you don't believe in marriage." "Of course I do." "I've had two wives already." "Exactly." "You can't be true to only one woman." "True, yes." "Faithful... no." "Unfortunately," "I'm physiologically incapable of fidelity." " Oh, really?" " Yes." "A doctor acquaintance of mine confirmed this." "What a convenient diagnosis." "Is fidelity that important to you?" "Loyalty is important to me." "Can you be loyal?" "To you?" "Always." "Good." "Because I love you, panzon." "Fridocha." "I accept." "What a beautiful bride you are." " You have to come in." " Don't touch me." "Oh, you think I'm going to, uh..." "But he's divorced twice." "He's had God knows how many children." "And he's an atheist, Guillermo." "Perhaps you have forgotten, and forgive me for reminding you, but I am a German Jew, and you married me, remember?" "Yes." "Hmm." "He's also a Communist." "A Communist who is generous enough to pay off our mortgage." "It's like the marriage of an elephant and a dove." "Your toe." "It's been a long time." "I don't want to talk." "I told you I wanted you to come." " I don't want to talk." " Please!" "Please." "Cris..." "Cristina!" "Stay here!" "I give them... six months." "Six?" "I give them two." "I don't believe in marriage." " No, I really don't." "Let me be clear about that." "I think at worst it's a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense." "At best, it's a happy delusion... these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they're about to make each other." "But..." "But... when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don't think it's conservative or delusional." "I think it's radical and courageous and very romantic." "To Diego and Frida." "Diego and Frida." "Aah!" "You're crazy!" "You know that?" "You're crazy." "You son of a bitch!" "Ah!" "You like these legs?" "Oh, Lupe." "Lupe, no." "You like those legs, Diego?" "You give up these beauties... for these matchsticks?" "This peg leg?" "Look!" "Look!" "Viva la revolucion." "Ay!" "My mother was wrong about you, you know?" "She said you were an elephant." "But you're not." "Elephants are strong and courageous, and they defend their mates." "You are a toad." "You even look like a toad." "And you look like a dog." "Dove!" "Dove!" "Did I say "dog"?" "No, I meant "dove."" "You are my little paloma." "What will people say about such a pair?" "They'll have never seen a better match." "Thank you." "For what?" "For making a fat, old, crazy Communist a happy man." "Ohh." " Sit." "Eat." "Mi amor!" "Mmm!" "Good, huh?" "Mmm!" "What a wonderful morning!" "Lupe's special recipe." "Well, you've mastered it." "I can't cook to save my life." "She brought it down for us while you were sleeping." " Brought it down?" " Mm-hmm." "She's in the apartment upstairs with my kids." "I let her have it till she finds a place in town." "I'm not just passing through, you know?" "!" "I'm here to stay!" "Is that what you came to tell me?" "I'm here to stay." "So stay out of my damn kitchen." "You like my mole?" "So-so." "Well, he lives for it." "So if you're here to stay, you better learn how to make it." "I was so angry." "He didn't come home for three days." "Pass me the cilantro." "So, I took two of his damn Aztec idols... that he adores, you know..." "And I smashed the pieces of clay in the boiling pot of beef stock and told him it was sopa Azteca." "Liar!" "Did he eat it?" "He did." "Did he like it?" "He loved it." "Of course, until he found out." "Then he got sick." "He got furious." "Oof!" "It didn't make me feel any better." "And it definitely didn't stop him from cheating." "But what the hell?" "Mama." " Brute!" "Get out!" "Come on!" "Ven aqui." "Oh..." "Marie." " Come on." "Let's go." " Sí, seòora." "Quit it." "Eh?" "Time for your nap." "The other night..." "I was very drunk." "I know." "It's all right." "Ay, niòa, Diego has never belonged to anybody." "He belongs only to himself." "And that, of course, is what makes him so desirable." "He's the best of friends and the worst of husbands." "Diego will never be anyone's husband." "Not really." "We'll see." "You'll know it's over when he gets the next commission out of town." "He'll say he'll send for you, then he never does." "Seòora Rivera?" " Yes?" " Yes?" "What do you think?" "The tits lack... gravity." "Oh, come on." "Eat your posole while it's still hot." "It's not like you to be late for lunch, Diego." "Uh, I was at the ministry explaining why a history of the Mexican people is an appropriate subject for the Mexican National Palace." "Again?" "When I work, they scream about my politics." "When I don't work, they scream about the delays." "It's a farce." "Ugh." "Diego, son of a bitch!" "That model, huh?" "Yes." "It was just a fuck, that's all." "I've given more affection in a handshake." "Well, that makes me feel so much better." "Was she good, at least?" "Not very." "Too bad." "She had such a great ass." "When you get home, take a good bath." "We're going out tonight." "And now, yes, wicked witch" "You already sucked my son" "You already sucked my son" "And now, yes, wicked witch" "And now you're going /to suck him" "Your husband's navel" "Your husband's navel" "And now you're going /to suck him" "The witch grabs me, /she takes me to headquarters" "She turns me into /a flowerpot, and she feeds me" "The witch grabs me, /she takes me to headquarters" "She sits me on her legs, /and she gives me kisses" "Tell me, tell me, /tell me, you" "How many creatures /have you sucked?" "None, none, none, /can't you see?" "I intend to suck you" "More tequila!" "Rivera!" "Hey!" "Yeah, you." "You know what I think of you and your stinking murals?" "Why don't you get the fuck out of here, huh?" "This is a bar for workers, not for government whores." "Aah!" "Aah!" "Ah ha ha!" "Ay!" "Ay!" "Ay!" "Ay!" "Ay!" "I tell you, that kid was one of Siqueiros' boys." "Siqueiros is a hero to these fucks, but what's he actually done?" "Nothing!" "I put socialism on the government walls." "I've got the fascists calling me the most dangerous subversive in the country, and I'm the traitor to the party?" "Soon we'll have no one left to drink with." "It's not funny." "I'm not kidding." "Tina says they'll kick you out of the party for the Palace mural." "They won't have to." "I quit." "So you'll quit and keep on working." "That's all that matters to you anyway." "I've been offered a show in New York." "A solo exhibition at the new Modern Museum." "It would be a wonderful entree." "I could get commissions out of it." "I thought you'd be excited." "They don't care that you're a Communist pig?" "They can't afford to." "All the greatest painters are Communist pigs." "That's wonderful, Diego." "When do you leave?" "As soon as you decide to come with me." "Oh, my little monster!" "We'll take Gringolandia by storm." "Dear Cristi, the invasion of Gringolandia has begun." "They are never gonna know what hit them." "New York has Diego on fire." "What's your impression of New York, Mr. Rivera?" "Magnificent." "There is no reason why any artist born in our two continents should go to Europe for inspiration." "It is all here... the might, the power, the energy." "The sadness." "The glory and youthfulness of our American lands." "I see the majesty that Diego sees." "But all that American comfort is a myth." "While the rich drink their coctelitos, thousands are starving." "Diego is working almost constantly to prepare for his show, so I have to find ways to entertain myself." "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Breaking all records, over 50,000 people have lined up outside New York's new Museum of Modern Art to see the paintings of Mexico's greatest artist..." "Diego Rivera the most-talked-about man this side of the Rio Grande." "Seòor Diego Rivera!" "The gringos are friendly enough, but the most important thing in Gringolandia is to have ambition... to succeed in becoming somebody." "And the somebodies are the only ones that interest them." "I despise this pretension." "This big shit interests me not at all." "Of course, Diego loves it." "He's like a big Mexican piòata with enough candy for everyone." "Everything about this country inspires him." "Two loose eggs, hot cinnamon bun, two black coffees..." "anything else?" " That's fine." " Thank you." "Okay." "Are you guys ready?" "Hmm?" "Well..." "I never thought I'd hear myself say this... but you were better than your husband." "You weren't upset about that, were you?" "I mean he... he said you wouldn't be." "Oh, he did, did he?" "Well, you weren't the first, and you won't be the last." "Why do you put up with it?" "Look, Diego's how he is, and that's how I love him." "I cannot love him for what he's not." "Anyway... my sweet Gracie..." "I get along just fine." " Congratulations." " Thank you." "Over here." "Can we get your picture?" "Mr. Rivera." "That's a lot of wall." "It's all there is." "Gentlemen, please." "Please, I have to get back to work." "I'm sorry." " Thank you." " Thank you very much." "Are you a painter too, Mrs. Rivera?" "No." "Just killing time." "She's much better than me." "You'll see." "What did the doctor say?" "He might be able to improve the pain, but the bones would have to be reset." "Blah, blah, blah." "Blah, blah, blah." "The usual speech." "I know it by heart." "I'm pregnant." "Oh." "Can your body take it?" "If it can take you, it can take a little Dieguito." "No, no, Frida." "He's not very optimistic." "This is not..." "I-I c-can't bear to think of you in pain." "I'm used to pain." "This is not..." "I'm not a good example of..." "It's not a good time." "There's the Rockefeller commission." "Detroit." "Chicago." "All that traveling." "No, it's... it's too much." "You really want this baby, Frida?" "I do." "All right." "All right?" "All right, let's try and have this baby." "Shh, shh, shh." "Listen, listen." "Hmm." "He's reciting The Communist Manifesto."