"All the artistic objects of this film have been made by..." "Montornés Films and the Boyana Studios of Sofia." "To Ramon Quadreny" "Help!" "Help!" "I want to get out!" "Let me out!" "Let me out!" "I want to get out of here!" "America..." "It's America..." "What's wrong, Salvador?" "What's wrong?" "America, America." " What is America?" " My dream..." "It's going to kill me!" "Salvador, don't be silly." "Everything is going to be all right in America." "Go back to sleep." "Calm down." "Go back to sleep." "Relax." "That's it." "Everything will go well in America." "The Dukes of Windsor!" "Are you still in love, Your Majesty?" "Did you buy the biggest sapphire in the world?" "Do you miss the throne?" "We appreciate your interest, but the duchess is indisposed after such a long journey, and is not up to answering your questions." "What a character!" "God save the King!" "God save the King!" "Who are they?" "Miss Charlotte, would you answer a few questions?" "What are you planning for next season?" "Des choses merveilleuses." " What?" " Wonderful things!" "Mr. Clair, are you going to make movies in the United States?" "I'm going straight to Hollywood." " Have you signed on with a studio?" " I've signed on with three." "Miss Schiaparelli, can you tell us what we'll be wearing next season?" "Fashion will be based on surrealism, all our models will be wearing it." "Could you tell us what surrealism is?" "Someone is coming now who could tell you much better than me." " Who is it?" " You'll see." "What's the war like in Europe, Mr. Clair?" " Simply terrible." " Who do you think will win?" "Well, no one wins in a war." "A photo, please." "Who is that weirdo?" "What's he doing with a loaf of bread on his head?" "Who is that twit?" "Are we supposed to interview him or what?" "It must be the latest fashion!" "Excuse me, sir." "My colleagues and I are very curious to know who you are." "I am..." "Salvador Dalí... the genius of the century!" " Is this your first trip to America?" " No." "But the others don't matter." "Why?" "Because I didn't become famous in my previous visits." "Excuse me." "Excuse me." " What are you planning to do now?" " Conquer America!" "And how exactly do you plan to do this, Mr?" " Dalí!" " Mr. Dalí." "Painting... the spirit of baseball and Donald Duck's brains!" "Why America?" "Money projects to the world... the strength of my enormous lucidity." " Did you say lucidity?" " Yes." "My art will conquer it!" " Do you make movies, Mr. Dalí?" " Yes, movies..." "I want to make a super-movie... with the great Mae West..." "and the Marx brothers." " Can you tell us anything about it?" " It's a comedy about syphilis." "You have been acclaimed... as the most important artist in the surrealist movement." "I am not a surrealist at all." "I am surrealism." "Mr. Dalí, could you please explain to us what surrealism is?" "Surrealism is Dalí." " What's he saying?" " He's a provocateur." "Anything else to add?" "Dalí says... à bientôt!" "Mr. Dalí." "Wait a minute!" "Listen!" "Careful, they're my paintings." "Here, come on." "And pay more attention." "Look!" "It's Caresse!" "Hello, Gala, I'm so happy you're here." "It's so exciting!" " You must be exhausted." " Yes, we are." "Put the rest of the baggage in the other cars." " Let's go." " Thanks." "Mr. Dalí, excuse me for bothering you, but I am very interested in having an interview with you." " I'm the art critic for TIME." " TIME again?" " Do you know it?" " I've already appeared in TIME." " So?" " But I like TIME." "I'll do it again." " Where can I find you?" " At the Saint Regis." "When can I go there?" " In three days." " Thank you." "I'll be there." "Hotel Saint Regis." "Let's go, my love." " After my siesta." " Yes, after your siesta." "After his siesta..." "Siesta?" "What the hell is a siesta?" " Good day." "Thank you." " My pleasure." "Salvador will be with you in a minute." "What are you going to do?" "Go ahead." "What the hell?" "I told you to come after my siesta, not after yours." " I'm sorry." "I was dreaming..." " Tell me about it." "I'm hungry." "I love dreams with mayonnaise and ketchup." "My dreams are not that interesting." "What I'm interested in is getting to know you, the real Dalí." "There is no real Dalí." "I am that Dalí and all the other Dalís." "All the Dalís are Dalís." "I have read a lot about you, what you've done in Europe." "I've followed your career." "I know about your extravagances, your scandals in Paris." " I think you are a great artist." " I agree." "I'm also interested in the spirit behind the genius." "Behind the genius there is only genius... and Gala." "I see." "Can we sit down and talk, just talk a little while?" "Of course." " Is that all right?" " Yes." "Talk, talk, talk..." "Ok." "Let's see, would you mind telling me about your childhood?" "I imagine you already know that I'm not the only Salvador, there was another Salvador, the good Salvador, the charming Salvador, the Salvador my parents adored." "My mother used to take me to the cemetery to pray... for a brother who died a few months before I was born." "My mother dressed me only in black for years." "My father would confuse me with my dead brother." "As a result I was he and I." "At that time, I was only two people, but now I'm many more." "Mama, why doesn't papa ever come with us?" "Because he has mistaken ideas." "But you'll see, one day he'll regret it." "My mother was a very good woman." "I was very bad, because I wanted to be different than my brother." "I preferred to confront them... rather than be like the other Salvador." "It's about time." "If prayers were at least good for something." "Please, don't start again." "This boy is growing up amid superstitions, without science." "It's time for him to know the truth." "Come here." "Vador, I want you to know that there is nothing after death." "We decompose because we're made of chemicals and minerals, of water." "So, we don't go to heaven?" "Heaven was invented by the priests." "Do not tell our son these things." "I have as much right to raise him as you do." "I am not the one teaching him foolishness." "It's not foolishness." "Don't pay attention to him, Vador." "How dare you talk to him like that!" "Don't cry, man, it's not that bad." "Idiot!" "Can't you see how little and sensitive he is?" "He's not so little, he's nine years old, and at his age it's a shame that he can't dress himself, and he cries like a sissy over any little thing." "And do you know why?" "All day long you have him tied to your apron strings." "He's too coddled." "He will turn out strange." "Come on, stop crying!" "I'm sick of it!" "Stop it!" "Vador, son, what's wrong?" "Answer me, please." " What's wrong?" " I don't know." "Bat, little bat, get better soon, get better soon." "How is my little one?" "What would you like, my love?" "Water for hedgehogs." "Water for hedgehogs?" "Well, your mama will go and get some now." "I see you haven't wet your bed." "If you don't do it tonight..." "I'll give you the tricycle." "You don't have a fever." "Tomorrow if everything goes well you can go to school." "What's the meaning of this?" "You're wetting your bed again!" "You're an idiot!" "How dare you to do that in front of me?" "You're unbearable!" "Who do you think you are?" "I'm going to kill you!" "What have you done?" "He's sick!" "I don't believe it." "He's a liar, a charlatan." "What's wrong, my son?" "There is nothing wrong." "My God, don't touch him!" "Careful, you're going to kill him!" "Leave him alone!" "You'll kill him!" "Weeds never die!" "And tomorrow he's going to school!" "You will go!" "I won't kill him because you're here, because if not..." "Well, listen, children, the trick is to use sparse, fine lines... to give the beard the look of fluidity, of movement." "That's right, Jesús, very good." "No, no, there are too many." "And these are a little too thick." "Make them finer." "That's right, like that, very good." "Excellent." "What are you doing?" "Please, explain what the hell you're planning to do now." "You're pretty stubborn, huh?" "Yes, you are stubborn." "What are you doing?" "Well, well, well..." "It's not so bad after all." "This was the rise of little Dalí... with a totally new and revolutionary drawing technique, and not even ten years old." "Then I was a little, happy Dalí..." "until my mother died." "My mother's death was the most horrible experience of my life." "When she died, little Dalí died." "She was the only person who could have changed Dalí." "When I saw the face of death," "I swore to myself that I would never die." "I decided to be immortal." "Pain kills, and I decided not to feel it, nor to be affected by the common feelings of mortals." "I'm hungry." "Will you eat with us?" " It would be an honor." " Where are you taking us?" "At this time of night..." "Let's see, I know a place you might like." "Your father agreed with your becoming an artist?" " Yes." " Tell me about it." "My father realized that the only way I could earn money... was by painting." "He himself took me to the Fine Arts Academy in Madrid." "There I met Federico and Luis." " You mean Lorca and Buñuel?" " Yes." "Tell me about Lorca." "Federico was the nicest, most fun, charming person, really." "At that time..." "I was very shy, very delicate." "But Federico did all these incredible, strange things." "I was impressed by him." "When Lorca tried to seduce me, I was repulsed." "I'm not homosexual, but it was nice that the greatest Spanish poet... wanted my divine arse." "Anyone would have liked it." " Well?" " Your book..." "It's antiquated, sentimental, retrograde and common." "I still don't know why I said it." "I was very cruel." "I have regretted it many times." "When he died, at first I said: "What a great guy!"" "But then I cried and cried." "The fascists murdered Lorca." "I won't die." "It's not in my plans." "You will never die, Mr. Dalí." " Salvador." " Very well." "Salvador..." "That is just the beginning." "I would love to know more about you." "All right." "Aweek from now." "After my siesta." " After your siesta?" " After my breakfast." "No, during my breakfast." "How will I know when that is?" "Sometimes I have it at 5 in the morning, sometimes after my siesta." " How will I know?" " Guess." "Agreed." "Come in." "You're not well?" "Yes, this morning I examined my defecation." "My turds look very bad." "I'll have to be careful." " With what?" " With microbes." "American microbes are very bad." "They're big because they eat hamburgers." "I see." "Sit down." "Go on, sit down." "I can't talk much because of the microbes." "But Gala is Dalí." "What Gala says, Dalí says." "Ask Dalí." "Ask her." " Ma'am..." " Ask her." "Go on." "I'll shut up." "Mrs..., Mr. Dalí." "Excuse me." "What did you think of Dalí at first?" "I thought he was fun." "You think of such strange things!" "Why do you have to paint such ugly things?" "Salvador!" "Salvador!" "It's Paul Éluard, the surrealistic poet." "And his wife, she appeared in Vogue." "Stop doing cartwheels, Cecile." "I said stop it!" "Leave her, she's just playing." "It gets on my nerves." "He's taking a long time." "I'm leaving." "I'll be at the hotel." "Hello." "Hello." "Salvador, you look better than ever." "Gala, this is the famous Salvador." "Why are you frightened?" "He's a friend, a very nice fellow." "Gala told me her secret:" "She wanted to die." "She chose me to be her hangman." "Tell me!" "Tell me what you want me to do." "Kill me!" "But not here!" "That was the moment of revelation." "She had suffered, she was alone." "Like me." "At that moment Gala and Dalí became a single person, forever." "It wasn't very easy." "Very difficult." "She was married with a little daughter." "She had to go back to Paris with her husband... and I stayed behind, very, very sad." "I couldn't afford to go to Paris... until my first exhibition opened." "And that was a scandal, of course." ""Sometimes I spit on the portrait of my motherfor the fun of it."" "You pig!" "You disgusting flesh-eating vulture!" "Get out of this house!" "Now!" "What's wrong?" "What's wrong?" "This is what's wrong!" "Oh, that's only..." "I have put up with everything from you, your peeing and shitting on everything." "But I will not allow you to make fun of your mother!" "Hypocrite!" "Her corpse was still warm... when you were sleeping with her sister!" " Get out of here!" " Not The Great Masturbator!" "You're hurting me!" "You are the most disgusting person I've ever known!" "I'm ashamed to be your father." "You are an opportunist." "A disgusting pimp who is sleeping with a drugged dealer." " Don't call her drugged." " And a whore!" " Don't call her a whore!" " And a Russian." "What are you doing?" " Your brother is leaving home." " Let me pack." "No, I don't want you in my life." " You're destroying a masterpiece!" " You'll paint others!" " Father..." " Shut up!" "Nothing will make me change my mind." "Don't ever come back." "Don't you dare!" " I will come back to watch you die!" " Idiot!" " Papa, papa!" " Leave me alone." "That break marked me forever, but it was my first step toward mental health." "I said goodbye to the Mediterranean and went to Paris." "Salvador!" "And Paris fell at my feet" "Yes, who's calling?" "Mr. Livingstone?" "No, no!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Dalí is out of the country." "No, I'm his secretary." "I'll tell him." "All right." "My tailor, I owe him a lot of money." "Where were we?" " We had reached Paris." " That's right." "I decided to become very successful, and after seeing Gala," "I visited Picasso." " Who is it?" " It's Dalí." " Who?" " I'm a painter." "Catalan." "So?" "I just got to Paris and the first thing I want to do is visit you." "Before the Eiffel Tower, before the Louvre..." "So what?" "I brought you something." "Who is it?" "Come back here." "When the greatest painter of the time saw my painting, he was struck by my genius." "It's for you, Mr. Picasso." "After studying my technique and flattering me," "Picasso offered me any painting of his that I wanted." "I chose the smallest one." "Are you coming?" "Thank you." "I'm sorry, I've got to get back to work." "When we said goodbye he gave me a challenging look." "He knew he had met his rival, the only person who would equal and beat him." "His fears would materialize very soon... at my first show in Paris." "But first came the thing with Buñuel, the messenger of my fame." "We had met years ago, but one day he came to tell me... that his mother had given him money to make a film." "He had an idea about something very banal." "Then I suggested to him... an idea that would revolutionize the history of film." "Instead of doing that, Luis, why don't youjust throw out all the rules of cinema and logic... and make a film that would be dream-like." "Man, what a tail!" "What were you saying?" "Lmages that make you want to scream, to vomit..." "What images?" "A severed hand moving all by itself." "With a deep wound and lots of ants crawling out of it." "And a dead donkey, rotting on a piano." "Interesting..." "The piano is tied to a rope, and some priests are tied to it too, they're being dragged along." "I like it." "Look at that one!" "You cannot walk over here." "You cannot walk over here." "Sometimes I want to fuck them while piercing them with burning wire." "We'll put that in the film too." "And tits, too." "We have to put tits." "Tits?" "How?" "Fried tits." "They'll look like fried eggs with nipples." "I don't like it." "They'll get wrinkled and ugly." "Listen, whatever it takes, whatever it costs, we have to put tits in it." "We can put a naked woman." "And a man lasciviously caressing her." "What do you think?" "And at the end, the man kills himself." "He commits suicide?" "No, he sees before him his own image from 50 years ago." "And the young man kills the older one." "So he's also killing his memory of himself." "A great idea, I like it." "It's very metaphysical." "Hey, gorgeous, do you want to be in my film?" "Why?" "Are you a movie producer?" "No, I'm Rudolph Valentino." "Stop pulling my leg." "Yes, it's what I was telling you." "We'd only be left with art and dreams..." "Talking about dreams, last night I dreamed about a very thin cloud, so thin it became a razor." "With this razor, I cut the moon, which became an eye." "This is ridiculous." "Let's get out of here." "Let me go." " I'm going!" " So, go!" "This is obscene!" "Let's go!" "Bravo, bravo!" "As expected, "An Andalusian Dog" was a complete success." "Paris was mine." "The women wanted me." "The men wanted to kill me." "Everyone wanted to meet me." "But I only accepted invitations from the best of the best." "And the best was Charles, Viscount of Noailles." "Silence, silence!" " What can that be?" " A surprise!" "We will find out soon." "We have to be a little patient." "He is always so amazing!" "Great!" "Come with me, please." "I want to introduce you to Jean Cocteau." "He makes films too." "I saw "An Andalusian Dog"." "It was superb." " I know, and you copied me." " What?" "I don't have to copy anyone." "I have enough imagination." "A succession of images with no plot and no logic." "I did it first." " Sorry." " Fuck you, you know where." "I wish!" "You're a naughty boy." "Could you accompany us?" "I want to make you a proposition you're going to like." "The Viscount is up to something." " Caviar?" " No, I don't like it." "You should buy a Dalí before they're too expensive." "I've heard that the prices are already exorbitant." "Not at all." "Still, I'll talk to him and he'll give you a good price." "I'll think about it." "No, thank you." " May I have her for a moment?" " Of course." " You've forgotten about us." " That's not true." "You haven't seen Cecile for days." "You're right." "I'm a horrible mother." "But Salvador is like a child." "I have to watch him constantly." "If I had known I was going to lose you..." "You haven't lost me, I'll go see you whenever you want." "I'd rather lick your legs, and suck your forbidden lips." "Stop it, darling!" "Can't you see your Nuche is watching us?" "I liked your film a lot." "It's full of a very personal and unique humor." "I liked it." "You deserve to be the first one to use the Hollywood sound technique." " That would be wonderful!" " But it costs a lot of money." "I hope with this you'll have enough to begin." "One million!" "Heavens!" "Charles, it's fantastic!" "Thank you." "Champagne." " Thank you very much." " Shall we toast with champagne?" "The 29 vintage." "Raymond, we have to go." "Not me, we're having fun, aren't we, Coco?" "Charles has given them one million to make a film." "Don't get jealous, Jean." "He's been generous with you, too." "A million would have been much better!" "Come on, you know very well that money doesn't always matter." "It matters." "It matters." "To create an "Exquisite Corpse"... every participant had to write a sentence." "Read one after another, they made a surrealistic, absurd poem." ""Exquisite Corpse number 2,543", a creation by André Breton," "Tristan Tzara," "René Magritte," "Louis Aragón," "Salvador Dalí... and Paul Éluard." ""The beetle of my dreams, run." "Tales, tales... of the juicy teeth of the liver that bites... the solitary, serene catastrophe of a centipede," "that fathers the sonorous fart of metaphysical happiness." "Remain calm, hey, hey."" "Dearest André, have you got something to tell us?" "Yes, I wanted to welcome to our circle Salvador Dalí." "Dalí's painting has the power to evoke... the most hidden impulses and fantasies of our unconscious." "With his critical-paranoid method, Dalí has given surrealism... a substantial instrument of lucid analysis." "In his work, there is a subversive power... that goes beyond the mere ability to scandalize." "PREMIERE OF "THE GOLDEN AGE", 1930" "Get out of Paris, you swines!" "Get out!" "Swines!" "Stupid communists!" "Long live Marxism!" "Long live the surrealist revolution!" "Long live Marxism!" "Go away, you savage!" "Long live surrealism!" "Kill the socialists!" "Leave me alone!" "Help me, you cowards." "The police!" "They are from the Anti-Jewish League!" "Get your hands off me!" "Out!" "Let me go!" "Let me go!" "Let me go!" " You are Dalí!" " Wejust look alike." "Come with me!" "I have nothing to do with this new film as it is now." "Mr. Buñuel has converted images of a sublime vision... into a banal anti-clerical tale." " I am a religious man, I..." " What do you say?" "I assume responsibility for the artistic content of the film, with all its political implications." " You may leave." " Thank you, Inspector." "But 35,000 francs for a painting nobody knows is unheard of." "After the scandals, I don't think so." "Don't remind me." "I'm about to be excommunicated by the Pope." "In that case, you'll come out ahead." "One million francs out the window." "I'm on the road to ruin." "Let's not exaggerate." "The film is bad because it's not my film." "If Buñuel had filmed my script the way I wrote it, maybe..." "I don't believe I can allow myself to buy this painting." "You'll regret it." "Think about what it will cost a few years from now." " And it's so small." " There is an entire universe in it." "A universe that nobody could ever imagine." "All right." "I'll give you 25." "30." "No, no, no." "29." "Our refuge in Port-Lligat became an altar... where the Gala-Dalí passion was sanctified." "And watered with ardent secretions, the hut became a house, a palace, a citadel, a fortress." "Our love required a strict ritual before being consummated." "Salvador, come here!" "Give me back that fish!" "Give me that fish!" "We've got to feed all these people!" "It's not funny!" "It's not funny at all." "Fine, I'm going now." "I want to live my life." "We were happy in our house by the sea, and I learned one thing:" "The divine Dalí wasn't Dalí without his Gala." "Where did that witch go?" "Look for her everywhere!" "She will get it this time." "I'll kill her once and for all!" "Don't worry, she said she'd be right back." "She shouldn't have locked me in." "The poor man is going to get tired of waiting." "I don't mind waiting." " Where did she go?" " To the grocery store." "What?" "To the grocery store?" "Salvador." " Where were you?" " I went to buy you chocolate." "What?" "Why chocolate?" "The crunchy kind with almonds." "Why did you lock me in?" "Because I want you to finish all the melting clocks." "I can paint without the door being locked." "No." "I know you." "When I leave Marcel and you start playing chess." "I have to get out of here." "Tom has been waiting a long time!" "The interview is much more important." "No!" "I repeat the melting clocks are more important." "He still has 20 paintings to do for the Museum of Modern Art." " Open up!" " First calm down." "And promise me that when you come out you won't kill me." "All right, I promise." "I promise." "Do you swear?" "I swear." "Say: "May lightning strike me if I do it."" "No!" "I don't want to die yet!" "OK, maybe I do want to die." "I'm going to kill you!" "Calm down!" "What will they think of me now?" "They're going to publish this." "Maybe they should also know that Gala helps Dalí paint." "One day I told Caresse my idea about hanging a piano from a tree." "She told me: "Do it." That's what I like about Americans." "Always so willing to accept anything new." "We know how to recognize talent." "I'll show you more." "Follow me." "Tell me, what does all this about Hitler mean?" "It's in several of your things." "To me, Hitler has nothing to do with politics." "He is simply yet another object in my delirious unconscious." "Subconscious." "Subconscious, unconscious..." "But in reality he helped me kill my other fathers." "What do you mean?" "The surrealists, André Breton and gang." "I've got a bad case of the flu." "Please, have a seat." "We have to ask you several questions." "All my orifices are open." "We've followed speechlessly your pictorial description... of things we consider quite unpleasant:" "Castration, putrefaction, voyeurism, masturbation... and necrophagia." "And I like to fart and eat shit, so that makes me shitophagous." "You have also used the image of the Virgin Mary." "I really like her hairy legs and her little moustache." "And not only have you painted the effigy of Hitler, but you even exalted him." "I adore Hitler, he's my favorite sexual fantasy:" "He's all soft and kissable." "In no way may Hitler form part of surrealistic images." "He's the perfect surrealistic hero!" "He's a consummate masochist who wants to declare war... just to be hung among the ruins of the cities he will destroy." "Gala has predicted it." "You're not aware of how impor..." "I declare now and forever... that Hitler has three penises, four foreskins and 16 testicles." "Stop this foolishness!" "In the name of the surrealist movement I forbid you from ever... again mentioning Hitler." "You can forbid whatever you want, but you can't stop me from dreaming." "Lf, for example, tonight I dream that I am fornicating with you, my dear Breton, you can't stop me tomorrow... from describing all of our positions up to the smallest detail." "That's enough!" "You are expelled!" "Please, leave immediately!" " No, please, I'm ill..." " Go!" "Look at the thermometer." "I have a fever, I'm dying." "My friend, no, for God's sake, don't throw me out of here!" "No, please!" "Fine." "I'll gather my clothes and wipe away my tears." "Je suis désolé." "Those were the surrealists who exalted the subconscious, who would fight rationality, would go against all the taboos and would free men... from their psychological limits." "Breton turned out to be one... of the most conservative, irksome intellectuals." "He didn't have a sense of humor, either." "And he accused me of not being a surrealist." "Me!" "But I was and still am the only true surrealist." "I remember that once I almost died because of surrealism." "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience." "Salvador Dalí will be here in a few minutes... to talk about the conquest of the irrational." "Technical difficulties have delayed him." "Salvador, I'm going next door to have some tea." "What's that?" "How original!" "Why is he dressed like that?" "Is he laughing at us?" "I do not believe in God... because God is Dalí, and I can only believe in Dalí." "I am the essence from which everything is made..." "Shit, I can't breathe." "I'm suffocating!" "I'm suffocating!" "Help!" "Help!" "I'm dying!" "Help!" "I can't breathe!" "Help me!" "I can't breathe!" "My God, don't forsake me." "Please, forgive me." "Please, save me." "Don't let me die." "I'll devote my work to you." "I will consecrate the rest of my life to you." "Please!" "I'm suffocating!" "The technician!" "Caresse, go fetch Gala!" " It's Dalí!" " What is it?" "Where is the technician?" " I don't know." " Hurry!" "Find the technician!" "Salvador." "Gala." "Get up." "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "It wasn't at all fun when it happened." "Your English has improved a lot in the past few months." "It's thanks to Henry." "He's my English teacher." "A very good teacher." "He's taught me how to say "fuck you" and "up your ass"." "I admire you, Mr. Miller." ""Sexus" is a masterpiece." "You see..." "Now I've decided to change jobs with Salvador." "He'll write and I'll paint." "I forgot to tell you..." "I'm writing my memoirs." "Memoirs?" "An autobiography." "All these confessions to you gave me the idea." "I'm glad to know I'm part of your inspiration." "How about a cognac on the terrace?" "Great idea!" " After you." " Yes, sir, excellent." "Let's go." "Caresse, how do you cope with all these geniuses in your home?" "I have a lot of fun with them." "They're really inoffensive." "I'm not going to hide, Salvador." "I'll say this to your face:" "You are a bastard." "Yeah..." "Where were you... when your countrymen were fighting for their freedom?" "Answer me!" "Where were you, eh?" "You were... living it up in the Côte d'Azur." "Up your ass, Henry." "Remember Hemingway!" "He fought in your country, like a real man!" "Up your ass!" "Going to war, any war, is the greatest barbarity... that men can commit." "A civil war is the worst." "I was in the war long enough to see it was the most absurd of all." "When the revolution broke out in Barcelona... we were spending a few days at the home of Dalmau, my agent." "The war!" "The war has broken out!" "What?" " Dalmau!" "Dalmau!" " What's happening?" "The civil war has started, like you said." " What's wrong?" " The civil war has started!" "Don't exaggerate." "No one has declared war yet." " Then what is happening?" " We have to go to France." "It's not going to be easy." " I have nothing to do with this." " Me neither." "Call your chauffeur." " I can't." " Why not?" "I can't leave now." "I want to stay here." " But why?" " You wouldn't understand why." "I can't stand heroes!" "Let's get out of here!" " Help us!" " I can't, nor do I know how to." "Tell your chauffeur to help us." "I do not believe I have a chauffeur anymore." " So let us take your car." " I can't do that." " I'll give you three paintings." " No." "I can't." "I'll give you all my paintings, all my work." "It's not a money problem." "It's just that I have no idea what I'm going to do." " They're coming!" "Run!" " This way, quick!" "Run!" " They're so many of them!" " Keep calm, nothing will happen!" "Could you stop a moment, please?" " Please!" " No!" "No!" "Run!" "The revolution has broken out!" "We have to warn mom!" "They must stay in!" "Nothing will happen." "Please, help me!" "Stop!" "You have to take us!" " Where to?" " To France." "I'll give you a fortune." " You and that one?" " I beg you." " My wife, yes." " You cowardly son of a bitch!" "You want to escape when your country needs you!" "It doesn't need me." "I'm an ill man." " I'm an invalid, an artist." " And rich." "No, I'm an anarchist." "I was put injail for burning the flag." "You deserve to be shot, both of you, right here." " No, no, no... don't do it!" " You make me sick." "Salvador!" "Salvador!" "Gala!" "Galiuska!" "My love!" "That's how my country was." "Innocent and ignorant the victim of senseless ideologies and men's blind fanaticism." "But Spain was fascinated by the spectacle of its self-destruction." "Of course I left there." "I've always preferred life over stupidity." "I tried to close my eyes and ears to the horrors of the war, but stories of atrocities reached me despite everything, and they pursued me as nightmares." "First came Lorca's death." "The visions, at times exquisite, pursued me wherever I went" "I imagined my own sister being tortured." "People were being killed... just for the simple pleasure of killing, or for money, or to avenge past feuds." "Brothers killed brothers." "People fornicated with the entrails of the decomposing corpses." "In my prodigious imagination, this war became a death feast" "The nightmare had no end." "When the war ended in Spain, it began in Europe." "The taste for blood had spread like an epidemic." "My contribution against the civil war and any type of war... was materialized by my painting its sinister, cruel face." "Gala and I decided to return to America." "We had to catch a boat from Lisbon, but I had to say goodbye to my family, despite my promises to never again set foot in that house." "I hadn't seen them for many years." "Gala went to Portugal to wait for me." " Here." " Thank you." "It's me, Salvador." "Who is it, father?" "Father." "Don't say a thing." "Everything is forgotten." "Look, we've kept up on what you're doing." "These magazines and newspapers talk about you." "I saw my father overcome with emotion." "And I was distraught by his helplessness and smallness." "He's the one who's been buying them, since the war ended we rarely get foreign magazines." "Dragging his face through my success without him... had been the secret wish of my life." "We bought them to find out about your shows, but they rarely showed your paintings." "They only mentioned your..." "Follies." "Your extravagances." "You always liked to dress up and act when we were young." "It's not enough to make paintings." "You have to know how to sell them, too." "That was not the father I expected, the father who kicked me out." "The compassion that he inspired in me began to be unbearable." "What were you saying?" "I was saying, only saying..." "I was going to say that you haven't asked about Gala, my wife." "Yes, I'm sorry." "I didn't want to be indiscreet." " How is Gala?" " Have you gotten married?" "He doesn't want to admit it, but he'd be thrilled if you gave him a grandchild." "She's waiting for me in Lisbon, then we're going to America." "I've come to Figueras to get a document." "You've only come for a document?" "I'm sorry." "It's my fate." "I've always made the people I love the most suffer." "You smell like spikenard." "Is it you or does the room smell like that?" "It's my favorite." "It's your favorite, and mine, and Lorca's." "The three of us, we'll always be joined... by perfumes, flowers and laughter." "He should have come to Italy with me." "He had also been invited when the war broke out." "Now he's dead." "So am I, and for me, you're dead too." "Leave your sister alone." "The poor girl is very delicate." "I won't allow you to hurt her." "They interrogated us several times during the war." "I was very lucky they found Lorca's letters while searching." "They asked me what my brother was doing... gallivanting through Mussolini's Italy, painting portraits of Hitler and singing Franco's praises." "Federico's letters saved us after his death." "Can you tell me what you've done for us?" "Be honest, little sister." "You didn't only lose Federico, you lost me too." "The happy trio!" "Gala made me see the special affection Lorca had for me, but she also made me see... your abnormal attraction for me." " What are you insinuating?" " Her Antigone complex." "I let go of the big lie that was, happily, the point of no return." "The noble passion of the gods." "Don't soil your sister's name like you did with your mother's!" "I thought you'd changed, but I was wrong." "That was my father!" "He was still alive." "I don't want people saying I kicked you out." "But the quicker you solve your matters here, the better." "I have some money saved." "I exchanged the pesetas from the Republic." "Take it." "I don't want people to say I threw you out with nothing!" "I don't need it." "I'm immensely wealthy." "You will need it." "Plus, I'm the one who has to pay you for staying here tonight." "I had to go to Madrid because I needed a passport." "I went to see Eugeni d'Ors, the General Director of the Fine Arts School." "Spain needs you now, Salvador." "We are building a new country." "We need artists to capture the new values:" "We need your genius." "I'm only going for a few months, for my retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art in New York." "So they've asked you..." "They haven't asked me yet, but they will." "Gala had a premonition." "Her dreams are always right;" "she predicted the Civil War." "That's all chimeras." "I don't believe in superstitions." "I can offer you a show of your latest works in our museum." "I'm sure Generalísimo Franco will love your work." "Do you think so?" "As long as you avoid those shocking and obscene subjects." "It might be a little difficult." "You have great technical virtuosity." "Use it on something religious, the Virgin, an archangel..." "I've been thinking about..." "Listen, nowhere else will you have the privileges that you'd have here." "Don't throw it away." "I wanted to introduce you to a friend." "I wanted to introduce you to Salvador Dalí, a great artist, who after a forced, painful exile, has returned to contribute to the effective development... of the classical arts in his country." "I would like him to say a few words to you." "Salvador." "I am Salvador, the savior of modern painting." "My credo is that all beauty... is the final orgasm of a cruel and bloody inquisition." "All roses bloom amidst thorns." "We must recover the world from the moral chaos it is in... and... resuscitate, immediately and with vigor, the splendor of Spanish mysticism." "A mysticism that we shall reach... through erotic delirium." "We have to profit any way we can... from erotic repression... to convert libidinous secretions... into orgasms full of ecstasy and mystical passion." "We must exalt the hidden convulsions... of the libido to reach... the sublime vision." "This is blasphemy!" "Because eroticism... is the noble path leading us straight to God." "Salvador, we should go eat..." "And we shall also exalt... the divinity of our bodies." "Of our sweat, our excrement, our sperm, and we shall take..." "Salvador!" "It's time to go eat!" "And we came to America." "But America ignores me." "Why hasn't New York fallen at my feet like Paris or Rome?" "Because people can't grasp your work." "It all requires too much effort to understand." "It's not easy for the person looking at it." "How should I put it?" "It's elitist, not for the masses." "I want the masses to appreciate me, to understand me." "I want my paintings to be reproduced by the millions." "I want to be as famous as Greta Garbo." " You might make it..." " I'm sure I will." "Your next show in New York is going to be important." " Lf you get good critiques..." " That's it!" "I have to work!" "I have 20 paintings up here." "So many ideas, so little time." "Goodbye." "This is for the masses on 5th Avenue." "Close your eyes." "Now open them." "It's magnificent!" "Fantastic!" " They destroyed it!" " What?" "My design!" "They changed it!" "Salvador, calm down." "Wait!" "Where's the president?" "May I help you, sir?" "Where is the president?" " Who do you mean, sir?" " He means the manager." "He's having lunch now." "Can I help you?" "I want them to put back my rhinoceros." "You are bothering the customers, sir." "I shit on the customers and I shit on you." "I want my rhinoceros back there now!" "Wait a minute!" "What are you doing?" " What's he up to?" " He's crazy!" "Is it possible?" " He broke the window display." " Move away!" "He's going to kill all of us!" "Come on, let's get out of here." "Geeze!" "Are you all right?" "Now I like it!" "Let's get out of here." "He's dangerous." " Just a minute." " Yes?" " You put many people in danger." " Has anyone died?" " They could have." " I don't see blood." "Sir, you'll have to come with me." "You are arrested." "Officer, perhaps I could explain..." "I was defending my work." " This man is to blame!" " What?" "They destroyed my design, a work of art." "He's to blame." "The manager decided to take... the rhinoceros out of the window display... because people found it to be ugly." "Ugly!" "You are ugly!" "Officer, shoot this ugly man!" "You are arrested, sir." "They destroyed my art!" "They destroyed my work!" "I defend my work!" "I'm an artist!" "Do you hear?" "I'm an artist!" "From that moment on, once I gained widespread fame," "I became omnipresent" "The mark of my genius was on everything I touched, from the Venus de Milo or the telephone... to the tiniest drop of perfume." "You have the secret formula... for fame and success, for forbidden pleasures." "The magical essence of the most exquisite perfume in the world." "You can have a small sample for only $1,000." "All right, fine." "But how many paintings will Mr. Dalí give me for $10,000?" "Five?" "Fine, it was nice to meet you, sir." "Excuse me." "When Dalí says five, he means ten." "Please." "All right." "Let's talk." "Excuse me." "Thank you." "Nice to meet you." "See you soon." "One moment." "Mr. Levithan, would you like to come in?" "Mr. Dalí will be with you soon." " Good day, Mr. Levithan." " Good day." "I have the sketch for you." "It will be the most spectacular work I've ever done in my whole life." "Wonderful!" "Wonderful!" "Look, the mermaid will be swimming in this huge glass ball, which I'll put on top of this enormous hand." "Inside there will be a real shark which will want to eat the mermaid." "How will you prevent it from happening?" "There has to be an element of danger." "There will be a piece of Plexiglas between the woman and the shark." "What material will the hand be made of?" "Concrete and plaster, and it will be covered with pink rubber." "It will look like real flesh." "I'll add a few hairs." "It will be very surrealistic." " There just a small problem." " What?" "The idea is to advertise Plexiglas." "Rubber is our competition." "A hand made of Plexiglas will never seem real." "Are you sure?" "It's impossible to make a 25-foot hand out of Plexiglas." " Can you suggest another idea?" " No!" "It's this idea or nothing!" "There must be another way of using Plexiglas." "No!" "There's no other!" "We simply cannot advertise rubber." " Then..." " Think about it." "It's the World's Fair, the biggest work in your life!" " It has to be made of rubber." " I told you..." " So?" " So?" "Forget it!" "I'll do it with the rubber manufacturer!" "Goodbye, sir." " How many did you sign?" " More than 2,000." " In one hour?" " Less than an hour." "At $5 each..." " That makes you $10,000 richer." " Yes." "Aren't you affected by this clear show of..." " Of greed?" " You could call it that." "No." "I am Avida Dollars." "There will never be enough money for Dalí." "Never?" "No, to Dalí, money isn't money." "Money is gold, the alchemist's symbol of the perfection of the soul." "Gold purifies my spirit, it makes me a more perfect man." "That, my dear Salvador, is a load of crap." "All right, but..." "Do you think what you just did has artistic value?" "Everything I do is art." "Dalí's greatest work of art is his life." "Has it occurred to you... that this type of public exhibition of outright greed... might affect your image as a devoted artist?" "All the paintings in my show were sold at very high prices." "I cannot cross a street without being recognized." "And I'm more famous than Mae West." "Maybe this type of popularity might be the problem." "Here it is..." ""His need to shock is yet another feature of his callous, self-indulgent narcissism." "Dalí's popular acclaim only confirms his lack of depth and talent."" " Do you believe that?" " Not necessarily, but..." "Our conversation is now over!" "If you do not understand Dalí, you cannot talk with Dalí!" "Wow!" "See you later." ""The latest scandal is the expulsion of Dalí from the World's Fair." "The reasons are not clear, but according to the critic Mike Mazor, the Fair is much better without Dalí's works." "The painter is a greedy, opportunistic clown, whose style is mediocre and tacky."" " Tacky!" "What is tacky?" " Vulgar." " I don't want to do the show." " What?" " They'll destroy me." " They won't." " I'm a mediocre painter." " Don't say that again!" "I'm never going to paint again." "You are going to start painting right now." " I can't..." " Listen." "You're not leaving this room until you finish the melting clocks." " I can't!" "I can't!" " Come on!" "The Baron and Baroness Rothschild." "Miss Helena Rubenstein." "Miss Nancy Cunnard." "Miss Elsa Schiaparelli." "Mr. Igor Stravinsky." "Miss Peggy Guggenheim." "Sir Edward James." "Ladies and gentlemen!" "Gala and Salvador Dalí!" "Yes, yes, it was a success." "Hello." "I admit that Igor is almost as talented as me." "I wanted to thank you for your article in TIME." "It's contributed to many Americans being aware of Dalí's genius." "I'm glad you liked it." "Yes, Gala-Dalí and Dalí-Gala liked it." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you!" "I want to give you a present." "I'll show you something you've never seen before." " Hold this, please." " Dalí's always surprising." "I'm going to give you a fantastical vision." "Just for you." "This is the room where I reproduce my dreams." "Watch." " Are you all right?" " I've seen it!" "What have you seen?" "That which preserves, creates and destroys." "Now I'm sure." "I have, Gala, I have..." " What do you have?" " Faith!" "God has given me faith!" "I'm so glad!" "I'll devote the rest of my life to painting its beauty and yours." "Yes, Gala, we shall return to Catalonia, to our fisherman's house." "And I'll paint the cruel and tender faces of the divine clown." "Listen, God." "I'd like to pee on your white sheets... and shit on your great, adorable hands." "But now I have you I'm not going to let you go, just to annoy you!"