Cik-Cak Monogram

Just another WordPress weblog

Aug
16

Viktorija

Pomislila sam sinoc da cu krenuti unazad po jos neki od americkih utisaka, ali sam uhvatila sebe u pomalo bolno neprijatnoj situaciji da od momenta kad sam krocila na beogradski aerodrom (aka “Nikola Tesla”, sto bi trebalo da bude inspirativno za njegove buduce do-graditelje) stalno uporedjujem svaku  stvar s njoj odgovarajucom (?) iz americkih svezih iskustava. Ne samo zato sto me neunistiva jutarnja kesa s djubretom na uglu kod galerije na Obilicevom vencu stameno docekala i potpuno me deprimirala, mada sigurno ima djubreta svuda. Zelim da svoju unutrasnju pricu i ono sto cu pisati ovde oslobodim tog poredjenja i neminovnog (?) osecaja krivice ako mi se nesto “tamo daleko” veoma dopalo sto ne znaci i da sam izneverila staze svog detinjstva i nacionalno bice (vec vidim sumnjicavce kako vrte glavom). Racionalno cu preskociti onu kesu s djubretom i pokusati da pomesam bez predrasuda ovaj i “onaj” zivot, prirodu, arhitekturu, dogadjaje, kao sto oni u stvarnosti i postoje. Vec duze vreme pitanje-predmet(e) nasih predrasuda nalazim svuda. Predrasuda je i da sve moze biti uporedljivo, zar ne?
I kad sam se uputila da izvucem nesto kao “cik” s puta, ugledala sam na TVu scenu iz filma “Viktor Viktoria”, nije bilo pomoci, vec me je “cak” prikovalo uz ekran. Skoro zaboravljen otvorio se podjednako (ponovo) zabavan cak i tako iz sredine, vec odmakla radnja, redjaju se dijalozi-smesni i vrcavi, gegovi i igrarije, ali i psiholoski ostro ironicno izrezani i uronjeni u drustvo iskrivljenih vrednosti, predrasuda, uz onu iskru da ljubavi ipak ima za svakoga i ne treba je nikad odbaciti ma koliko uvrnuta bila, da nam ne dolazi tek tako, jer “Ljubav je dvosmerna ulica”.
Cesto se previse foliramo iz raznih razloga : “You want me to be a woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman?”
Za podsecanje evo i jos nekoliko dijaloga, bez prevoda (da ih ne upropastim).

th-21497_0001-victoria.jpg———————————————————–
 [Norma is smitten with Toddy, who’s gay]
Norma: I think that the right woman could reform you.
Toddy: You know, I think that the right woman could reform you, too.
________________________________________
Victoria: Your problem, Mr. Marchand, is that you’re preoccupied with stereotypes. I think it’s as simple as you’re one kind of man, I’m another.
King Marchand: And what kind are you?
Victoria: One that doesn’t have to prove it. To myself, or anyone.
———————————————————————

‘Squash’ Bernstein: How long have I been gay?
King Marchand: Yeah.
‘Squash’ Bernstein: Oh, God, I can’t remember when I wasn’t!
King Marchand: I’ve known you for fifteen years…
‘Squash’ Bernstein: You know a lot of guys, boss, you’d be surprised.
King Marchand: But, you were all-American! I never saw a rougher, tougher, meaner, sonofabitch football player in all my life.
‘Squash’ Bernstein: Boss, if you didn’t want the guys to call you queer, you became a rough tough sonofabitchin’ football player.
King Marchand: [suddenly colliding with a large man and his companion]

Why don’t you watch where you’re going, huh?
Large Man’s Companion: [after translating to the Large Man in French]

He says that it was your fault and suggests that you apologize.
King Marchand: Oh, he does, does he?
‘Squash’ Bernstein: Come on, boss…
King Marchand: No, no, no…
[to Companion]
King Marchand: Well, you tell him if he’d like an apology, he can just get him some gloves and I’ll see him in the ring.
Large Man’s Companion: [translating] Just give him ten minutes. He willbe delighted to oblige.
[they walk off]
King Marchand: “He’ll be delighted to oblige.” Who the hell does he think he is?
‘Squash’ Bernstein: Guy Langois, the French middleweight boxing champion.
[King freezes]
‘Squash’ Bernstein: But don’t worry!
[whispers]
‘Squash’ Bernstein: He’s gay.

————————————————————

‘Squash’ Bernstein: Apparently the mob doesn’t find homosexuality to be an acceptable lifestyle…
Toddy: Kill him, but mustn’t kiss him.

Add A Comment