Cineast presents
In collaboration with Szent Görgy Media School and MAF Media Solutions
A film by Máté Szombath
CHARGE!
You better watch out!
So?!
What are you sitting there for?
Father Pál isn t even coming today, he would be here already.
Leave me alone!
Coward!
COWARD!
(Everyone take your seats!)
(Did you all lose your minds? )
(That's it!)
(Open your text books to page ninety!)
(Read till page ninety five!)
(You want to go out too?! I m talking to you! )
(Sit here in the front!)
You may very well both disagree with and disapprove of your best friends.
Indeed, there are many friends who can't stand each other.
And in a certain sense, those friendships are the deepest and the best,
they contain that indefinable essence in its purest form.
We didn t really understand this back then with Márk
Kolos!
Sing!
Sing?
But, what, father Pál?
Márk!
What did you learn in singing class?
Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good!
Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!
I will bless the Lord at all times!
His praise shall be always in my mouth.
(My soul makes its boast in the Lord...)
Original music by
Producer; First Assistant Director; Production Manager
There are three kinds of solitude:
Sound; Visual Effects; Production Designer
One, where you have no one to love, but you'd want to.
Two, where you have someone to love, but she s not next to you.
Cinematography by
Three, when you have someone, but solitude is still burning you from the inside when you re with her.
Written and Directed by
But could anyone who fears God, be alone?
Motherfucker!
Your red heart, served to hounds, a lifeless fowl...
DROP THEM DAMN YOU!
You cheap piece of shit.
Why does it pain you...
... to live?
Tell me my sweet bird... - MÁRK!
Shit!
Sup!
No, thanks! I still don't.
So?
What you been up to?
I'm good.
Then again, sometimes I'm not.
I'm okay with both.
Are you working somewhere?
Well. The same as always.
I still do some loading and packaging for Uncle Lali.
It's just enough for my apartment bills, but I can get by.
Cool.
What's with the guitar?
Oh. I want to start my own band.
What's the message behind it?
It's go "fuck yourselves".
Don' t tell me you still believe that bullcrap they taught us in pre-school?
Nah, I see things differently now.
Sometimes I do, sometimes I choose not to.
You still draw your doodles?
Kind of.
I do some stuff from time to time, but somethings missing.
I...I don t think my drawings even have a message.
I mostly do only studies for school, nothing personal.
Did your muse leave you?
You still got that girlfriend?
Yeah...
Dude! You two are gonna rot together.
Is it worth it?
It's not that bad.
Not that bad...
What about you?
Oh, I ve found someone.
Like I always have.
I did yesterday.
Maybe I'll find one today too.
It doesn't matter.
Don't you miss this?
The things we used to do when we were little punks?
I'd say yes,
but, I don't know, everything is so different now.
The fuck it is.
You just got lost.
Waking up to the scent of tonight.
Coloring these bleak walls with fear.
Snuggling up to the wall, so he'll never get you.
Instead of your face, it's his they'll see for last.
Take them off already!
For last.
So scared, scared...
Take them off, it's irritating!
...of loosing you.
Dad's been here.
He brought us all sorts of food.
Like, he bought that kind of salami you don't hate, just for you.
Yay!
So...
How are you?
Good.
I woke up at noon, then I took a bath, then I read some, went out for a walk...
ran into Marci, came back home, and now I'm here.
I tried to look for some kind of job, but I found nothing.
Where did you go with Marci?
Nowhere. We talked about his love life, and about his school.
Good.
What time do you start tomorrow?
Nine.
Anatomy?
Is Detti going to be the subject, like last time?
What if she is?
Well, nothing...
I just suppose anatomy isn't the only thing you think about when you gawk at her body all day.
You think I do that?
No, you're right...
you just scribble without taking a peek as she poses naked.
Oh, I see. Right.
Just like I banged all the old ladies too in my head.
I don't believe this.
But yeah, why not, let's make this argument again! Since we're here:
Boy and girl friendship?
How's Marci?
Oh, you re so fucking cynical!
And now here come the hurt feelings!
Great!
You can't even answer nicely to a simple how are you .
You could at least try to ask me something.
Why even bother, it's not like anything happens to me.
You'll never guess who I've ran into.
Shoot!
Márk
What hole did he crawl out from?
Is he still the same jerk he used to be?
How many times did you meet him? Once? Twice?
I m a good judge of character.
He's friends with a lot of asswipes too.
To each his own...
It's pleasant to follow the advent of evening with your ear.
I expected nothing more now, but sleep...
and that the next morning would bring a day like the one that had just passed.
Among the most extraordinary places in the world are those courtyards where the kitchens and bedrooms lie close together
Love, sleep, birth, unexpected reunions, troubled and restful nights.
We have to admit that there is something awe-inspiring about such uniformity.
At such a moment, you see, it seems perfectly natural to believe in the supernatural.
It is as if you'd spent your childhood in an enchanted kingdom.
Hey, Hi!
Yo!
What was so important, and why so early?
Well you said yesterday that I was lost.
Yeah, that's true.
Hurry, we'll be late for the mass.
Come on, son!
I guess today is a Sunday.
So?
Nothing, I just lost track of time.
It's more than possible, that for years, you don't even take the chance to find a long lost friend, thinking of it as a pointless endeavor.
Márk has grown to be a brother to me.
So in the end, I decided that I won't be looking for a meaning to all this.
Life bores me.
Nothing ever happens to me...
EVER!
I believe in God! I HATE HIM! I believe in God! I HATE HIM!
I believe in god! I HATE HIM! I believe in god! I HATE HIM!
Everything okay Mr. Kolos?
How much do you recall from last night?
Not much...
Not much!
That s the spirit.
You have to press reset sometimes.
Yeah.
Especially now.
Know what? This place is... isn't good for anything but sleeping.
Why, what else would you need?
You think there's somethings missing?
No.
Not at all.
It's quite refreshing.
You don't feel like you have to worry about a thing.
And there's no one to bother you.
Get the fuck out of my window!
Goddamn birds.
I have a theory about birds.
Every species represents a type of person.
What?
Here, take these fucking pigeons.
Disgusting
ugly
cock sucking
little fuckheads.
Just a flock of head nodders.
Then you have your big predators.
There s only a few of them,
but they're the elite, the upper classman.
There s also the owl.
Lives in the night, a hunter.
The cuckoo is a backstabbing,
parasitic asshole.
Nightingales
are like true individuals.
The jay
only copies the songs of other birds.
But the blackbird...
he's an individual
with his own song
but if he wants to,
he can also copy others.
I'm a mixture of an...
owl...
a nightingale...
and a little cuckoo too.
What about you?
Penguin.
See, cause he waddles when he s in the open,
but when he goes underwater, he s fine there too.
Or whatever.
Is it her?
Yes.
But it s one of my favourite songs.
Jerk off!
I'm home.
Do we do this to absolve us from our resposibilities,
or we couldn't find anything else to keep us away from them?
You loiter around for hours on end in unknown places,
looking behind every corner in hopes of finding a familiar face to spend the second half of the day with.
Face your responsibilities by yourself or learn to hide away from them!
You've never saw me, never knew me, never met me alive
You saw my face firts, when it hell-hurts, the gallows and I
Nobody cares if you're stainless, or god-damn, say Goodbye!
What is your last word blackbird? Dirty dog have to die!
Superstition, how built some fold!
A growing nation, the future's bold
Na how is it fool? What is that tool? Demonic addiction!
I made something new and it could do a better tradition
Spy on my mind I cannot hide, like the smell of a rotten pork!
After ten years my addiction got the name knife and fork!
Even better and no one has too fall
You leave me burnin' Cause I went too far!
DEATH JAZZ
INCEST
FAITHLESS
PRINCESS
Stuck my lessons, from overflow
But if you kill me, you'll let me Go!
DEATH JAZZ
INCEST
FAITHLESS
PRINCESS
Nobody cares, when it hell hurts, never knew me, when you saw my head first
Superstition, what is your last word? Die future's blackbird!
So?
What do you say?
Not bad.
This is the music that'll make everyone shit their pants. We'll go out like...
THE BLACKBIRD WILL KICK YOUR FUCKIN ASS!
Sounds awesome!
Hey, shouldn't we...
...call Muki over to jam with us?
What for?
He s like the...
Well...
the drummer isn't anything but a slave in a band.
I can trade him for a laptop.
The two of us will write the songs, so chill!
Like check this bad mother out.
And we go from there
Yeah
I don't know, I like this.
Try it in A!
Let's mix those four notes and that's it. Look!
Again!
So, what's up with the more sentimental, slower tunes?
Sentimental?
Yes!
Whenever bro, check this one!
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true?
And help me understand
Cos I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands
If I give my heart...
My dad used to play this song a long time ago.
Did you lose your faith because of them?
I believe in God.
But I hate Him.
It's not okay to let a child grow up without his parents.
And he didn't exactly rush to embrace me with his guarding hands.
God doesn' t give a fuck about me.
But the feelings mutual.
(That s messed up!)
What s up hobos?
Fucking got some!
Yo! (Sup?)
What s the deal?
We like to stay fit, health's first!
Good! That's it! We'll do some working out then.
Let s do this!
Hey Tomi! What's up?
Go!
Life bores me.
(Bring it! Bring it bitch! Make him sweat!)
Nothing ever happens to me.
(Next one! Who s up? Do another race. Show off! Who didn't run?)
Look at those motherfuckers!
Come Kolos, come on!
Do I have to?
Sure!
Look at their sorry asses! They're so lame.
Alright, but who am I going with?
Watcha think?
Alright, but what are the rules?
(The fuck is with you, man?)
A pint of vodka... (No worries dude!)
(I told you to share that line!)
(Oh man!)
A line of speed...
Your heart tears your ribs apart, while your guts try to abandon your body...
(That's it!)
Basically, it's just a huge fucking adrenaline cocktail.
You see the end of the tunnel?
You how to race to that point.
Whoever get's there first, wins.
There's no prize in the end, just like life itself...
Okay, but...why are we even doing this?
Cause we can.
If you throw up, we'll just laugh at you.
Come!
(You made it back guys?)
(You think?)
Come on fag!
Watch!
One...
Two...
Three...
GO!
(Look! He s gonna break down)
(Fucking hell, run! Do something!)
(There he goes!)
Hey!
(He's making it! He's gonna fucking make it!)
SHIT!
(KOLOS!)
Márk?!
Márk!
Mornings after such nights everyone had an odd look that was dispelled only after a few hours:
your eyes gotten bigger, and on many a shoulder heads rose erretically, like a lawn trampled underfoot.
As if supressing the fear of the end, and now a curious inner freedom flourishes in the vague proximity of death.
After all, this is the same infantile game we played back then,
but with bigger stakes.
The consequences greet us with the same frightening obscurity, like when they punished us for some childish misdemeanor.
We don't know how it ends, but we've got each other's backs.
You fucker!
When I see the house house where grew up, I instinctively feel pained by a severe aversion to myself,
as if I were being reminded of something shameful.
But it was wonderful to see that a person should cling to a lifelong image of me, probably an image that I never was.
Kolos!
What were you thinking?
I never hear from you.
What did you do?
Where were you?
Where I wanted to be, Mom!
What? What? What? What do you mean?
You don't even go to your classes.
I found out!
This is none of your business, okay?
I'm packing.
Julcsi called.
She said she can't reach you.
She even came here to talk with you.
At least say something!
You're the biggest dickhead in the world! I hate you! Julcsi
You look awful dear!
You're even thinner than before.
Eat something at least!
KOLOS!
Let's go!
Farewell Aunt Kriszta!
I hope they won't kick us out of here too.
I'm feeling a little sick today.
I'm feeling a little insane today.
I'm feeling a little dead today, but I don't care, because dead is what I'll stay.
I'm a little poison for you today.
I'm a little smoke for you today.
I'm a little bit of the moment, shine in the light of a passive suicide!
Fuck, I've got it!
We won't greet them, neither will they.
We arrive in the dark and we leave in the dark.
They're gonna piss themselves once they find out what Blackbird is.
Nothings gonna matter after that.
You move like I've showed you...
zero emotions...
it's going to be infernal.
Yeah!
What's up?
Who pooped in your sandwich?
No... I don't feel like we should play today.
What? What do you mean we shouldn't?
We know everything!
I know I just...
I'm somewhere else.
I got stuck...
Stuck some... somewhere.
Shit on it!
Fine, I know, but...
I had a dream.
I... couldn't really make heads or tails of it, but it was horribly depressing.
I dreamt that...
we were all going to die.
I panicked.
I needed to find the people I care about.
And she...
She was the first one I wanted to find.
I started looking for her.
And I looked and I looked...
I couldn't find her.
Then I just woke up.
It felt awful.
It may all just be an illusion but...
I think, you should't worry about it too much, because we won't be playing love songs.
Tomi is dead.
I just heard from the others, he hanged himself.
What?
At least he was smart!
He knew, that we have no reason to live on this ugly fucking planet.
We'll play him a song.
But...
your friend just died.
He hanged himself.
Pal. Not a friend.
And I can't even care about this right now,
because we have to go up there to fuck some shit up!
The world is just a fragment of your imagination.
The world is just a fragment of your imagination.
Thanks!
We were Tündérvese, but we've got to scram, because here comes Blackbird...
and... go fuck yourselves!
If you wanna take it
If you wanna make it
If you wanna be my time
If you wanna make it
If you wanna take it
If you wanna be my lie
I can leave you high
I can leave you blind
I can make you a star
I can make you a scar
(Get off the stage!)
Did you see where Márk went?
Do you know where Márk is?
Blackbird? Blackbird.
Have you seen Márk?
(Where's Márk?)
You'll get some, but first you'll have to spin so much on my dick that you'd never want to ride a carousel again. Alright?
Where were you?
I was looking for you.
I feel sick, let's go home!
You know this guy?
No clue. Nope, never seen him.
What's up? Playing some tunes, are we? Huh?
Guitar guy!
You're a musician, huh?
Huh? What's up faggot?
You're high? Look at me!
What?
You play the guitar while you're high? Huh? You're tripping balls?
We drink that for Tomi?
Howdy.
So, housewarming party?
Tonight?
Looks like it.
(White Christmas!)
(Get that shit away from me!)
(You're not partying? The fuck you're thinking?)
Hey Kolos!
What's going on with you?
Hi!
How'd you... how come'you re here?
I've heard that there'll be a party, so we stopped by with some pals.
That's cool!
So yeah...
What happened? We don't see you in class.
Oh!
I've got fed up with all that, I didn't like the system... and some people.
I'm trying something else now.
Cool, great.
Yup.
But you know what you want, right?
What's up with you?
I've just opened an exhibiton for my art in a pretty nice gallery.
There's even some guy that wants to buy my pictures, so it's going great now.
But you have to stay...
Hey! Isn't that your girlfriend?
(Pussy)
(Sorry! I've got to go)
Hello Julcsi!
Look at yourself Kolos!
Why are you here?
I could be asking you the same question.
I don't even know anymore.
I didn't even feel like doing this today.
So you've ascended to martyrdom today.
Look!
Forgive me!
I miss you!
You really think that I, or anyone else, could take you seriously?
I've outgrown you Kolos.
From now on, I don't ever want to hear from you.
Farewell!
I don't feel so good.
Yo, is there going to be a cake?
(I really love you, like a person.)
Look at that cocksucker Kolos!
He's an even bigger bitch than yesterday.
What's up Kolos, where the ladies at?
Hey! Seriously now!
Well, fuck, you're not even drunk,
at least do one thing right if you can't even play a fucking instrument.
(I never want to be sober!)
(Mommy- daddy- daddy- mommy!)
(Could we do something?)
Márk!
(I tried to fit in)
MÁRK!
(But there's still nothing more to life.)
(I don't want to be sober!)
(I DON'T WANT TO BE SOBER!)
You really think you can do anything you want?
I was just kidding pal, come on! Relax! Relax...
(CRACKLING!)
(CRACKLING!)
But then again,
why shouldn't I do as I please?
What up, what?
Bitch!
You know what's your problem?
It's that you're jealous of me.
Jealous? Of you?
Yes!
Because...
Because, I still have some of that inside me, that you've lost a long time ago.
You know what asshole?
This is why you're alone Márk!
Alone?
ALONE?
BUT EVERYONE'S RIGHT HERE WITH ME!
Alone...
Alone.
HOW COULD I EVER BE ALONE,
WHILE EVERYONE IS HERE??!!
Where are you?
WHERE ARE YOU?
Where...
Maybe God isn't even anything other than we poor scroungers gloating smugly in the narrow confines of our existence about
Though it seemed so utterly strange, such an inscrutable mystery that there was something which had been given to me
whether I wanted it or not;
and, moreover, that that something functioned as the very foundation of everything else.
But it's the way it is when you hear whispering or just rustling
and can't tell the difference.
CAST
My brave new world, I'm loving it so!
It's better than the other one.
You can live your dreams again
To form a new reality!
Smoke of your heart, it tastes like blood
Insane things will wait for you.
FURTHER CAST
Plums falling down, like big blue pupils
Take a look on me!
This is a stunned tale
Just a mythical music
Please just step on me a bit more
You junk little half diamond!
CREW
A little magic makes you fly
You're not able to choose
Suck your teeth out, swallow your tounge
I've burned into the floor.
This is a stunned tale
Just a mythical music
Please just step on me a bit more
You junk little half diamond!
You passed away!
What I've DONE?
WHAT I'VE DONE?
SPECIAL THANKS
SOUNDTRACK
Am I here now? I didn't know!?
I'm collapsing right now
Taking my tounge out from a pack
Busted forever.
My mouth goes into dry.
The story of this film was inspired by Robert Musil's novel The Blackbird
This is a stunned tale
SPECIAL THANKS FOR LOCATIONS
Just a mythical music
TECHNICAL SUPPORT
Please just step on me a bit more
You junk little half diamond!
You passed away!
Translated by Giuliano Salvatore
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