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[calm music] - You wanted to see me, sir? - You read the times this morning? [door shuts] Avershays Press announced the deal with Irving Gattinger. - Gattinger said he was done with writing. - Yes. - He hasn't written a book in 10 years. - It's a brilliant move. Based on name recognition alone it'll be an instant bestseller. Yes. What do you think about Weldon Parish? Parish is one of my personal favorites. Are you thinking of signing him? The man hasn't written anything in 20 years. All the more reason. What do you know about him? Um.. Weldon Parish. He left Unites States in the mid-1980s. Moved to a small Italian village and after his wife died, he simply gave up writing. - He's become reckless. He doesn't even give interviews. - Mmm. If we could sign Weldon Parish. We would set the publishing world on its ears. I want you to go to Italy and talk to him. Mr. Benton with all due respect, and believe me, no one would like to see a Weldon Parish novel more than myself, it's just not going to happen. The people have tried, the man is just not interested in writing. Well, I expect you to make him interested. Have a nice trip. Goodbye Jeremy. - All the rooms have a private bathroom. - Ah. You speak English. [door knocks] Hi... A veti una stanza, con una banio? Does it sound like English? - Yes? - There you go. Great. Look, I have some bags in the car. Excuse me? I have a couple more bags in the car. - Well. - Okay, thank you. [clears throat] Are you kidding? I carried the bags. I opened the door. You opened the door....OK. [suitcases jam] [woman moaning] -Is the room OK? - Ugh yes. The room itself is fine, but.. There is a hmm.. - There is a couple next door to me and they are... - Screwing. - Yes. - They come here every chance they get for privacy. Huh.. anyway. I am actually in town looking for Weldon Parish. You wouldn't by any chance know him, would you? No. - Well, any idea where he lives? - No? No? Really? He's lived here for 20 years, and you don't know him, and you have no idea where he lives. - Yes. - Right. [Italian music] OK... Weldon Parish? Excuse me. Do you know where I can find Weldon Parish? Dove Weldon Parish? Weldon Parish? ( Italian ) [Italian music] [package lands on ground] OK... Hello Mr. Parish, my name is Jeremy Taylor. Hello, Mr. Parish. Hi, Mr. Parish, my name is Jeremy Taylor. Pearce Learner Publishing. - Hey, Weldon, I am Jeremy. - He is not here. I just thought I would tell you so you wouldn't waste the whole day talking to the door. - Are you a reporter? - Me? No. Why? Cause papa hates reporters. He says they are the lowest form of human life. My name is Jeremy Taylor, I am an editor with Pearce Learner Publishing. That's even worse. He says that editors don't even qualify as human life. - Oh... Well, it can't hurt to talk to him, can it? No, it could hurt very much. The last editor who came here, he chased down to the water with an ax. OK. Well, I'll take my chances if you don't mind. OK. He is around the back, in the cellar. - Excuse me? I didn't catch your name. - Isabella. Mr. Parish? Mr. Parish, my name is Jeremy Taylor. I'm with Pearce Learner Publishing. I have to say this is a great honor for me, sir. (Foreign Language) What? Yes, I know he is here. He is talking to me. Can't you see he is talking to me? Who are you talking to? The King of the Elfin Realm. The all-knowing little one. I am having Spam for lunch. Do you like Spam? I like mine with raisins. Umm, you are Weldon Parish. The writer. [chuckles] They say I am. Were you looking for someone else? Yes, I think I was. OK, OK. Hold on a second. Did you find him? Yes, I found him. What happened to him? No one really knows. His mind just broke. - That's why everyone protects him? - Si. It's just such a waste. Hmm, I want to check out in the morning, if that's OK? He just came in, no! He thinks you are completely crazy, Weldon. He is leaving tomorrow, OK? Ciao, ciao. That's a pretty elaborate ploy to get me to go away, don't you think? Apparently it wasn't elaborate enough. - Mr. Parish, I came a long way to see you. - I didn't ask you to. See ya. Do you know what "go away" means? All I am asking for is a few minutes of your time. [steps in mud] You are not going to go away, are you? I am sorry to be so persistent, but nobody ever got anywhere by taking "no" for an answer right? Alright. Make your pitch. As I said before, I am with Pearce Learner Publishing. A place where we pride ourselves in being able to work with creative individuals. We believe in bringing the writer's vision to the page. And as a writer myself, I understand, how important that is. What do you write? Umm, well, I am actually still working on my first novel. I don't even know if it's any good, but I have always dreamed of being a writer. And being a writer, you think you can understand me? - Well, Yes. - Well, you can't. - Actually, Mr. Parish, I think if you were to give me- - Look. You made your pitch. I am not interested. - But I am not finished. - Yes, you are. [whistles] That's Bruno. Bruno dislikes strangers more than I do. [barking] - Now would be a good time to start running. - What? [record plays] Oh my, oh my god! [laughing] [phone ringing] - Hello? - Ah, Jeremy. How's it going over there? - Hello sir. Not well. - Well, did you meet him? - Oh yes. Yes, I've met him. - What's he like? - The word "unstable" comes to mind. Well, show me an artist who isn't, eh? Well, I think I can say with a great deal of confidence, that the man is not interested in writing. Well, it is up to you to convince him. I am expecting results, Jeremy. Jeremy? Jeremy, are you there? Yes, yes. I am sorry. I am still here, but you know what? Si. Si. Si.... Ciao. - Hi! - Hi I heard about what happened this afternoon. Dog... Yeah, your father is a very funny man. I am so sorry. I tried to warn you. So... Where are you going? Well I was actually just looking for a place to eat. Oh, OK. Well there is only one place. You would like that I take you? - Yes. Yes, I would. - Come. Have you decided? - No, we haven't seen the menus yet. - There is no menu. Only specials. OK, then what are the specials? Mixed green salad, and Spaghetti with Pesto. - Anything else? - No. - Excellent choice. Isabella? - I've eaten. You know, if you've eaten, you really don't have to stay here with me. No, people shouldn't eat alone. I eat alone all the time, so I am used to it. You changed your hair. It looks good. Really? Thank you. So, Isabella. What is it that you do here? I work with my horses, I work with the vineyard. Well that doesn't sound too bad to me. Your father seems to have adapted well. Well, my father is not an ordinary man. Why do you want him to write so bad? - Well, honestly? - Mmm. When I was 12 years old, I broke my collar bone. So I had to stay in bed for 5 weeks, and I don't know if you have ever tried, but it's not easy to keep a 12 year old in bed for 5 weeks. One day my aunt brings me a book. "The Shadow Dancer" by Weldon Parish. And, as I am reading this book, Something absolutely miraculous happens to me. I am transported into a different world, and every day for 5 weeks, I lived through those words. And to have the talent to instill those kinds of feelings to other people, is a gift, and, it just, should not be wasted. - You should have spoken to him like that. - Like what? I see the passion that you have for his work. You should have let him see it. - Well, I tried. - No, you tried to sell him. And I know my father. He responds to honesty. You should have tried using some. If you want another chance? He'll be at "Carina's letter". Umm, it's a bar just outside of town. [bar music] You wouldn't have the straight. That, my dear friend, you'll have to pay to find out. Now this is interesting. You are acting like you have it. You are trying to make me believe you have it. - So? - So, in a way you are lying. - Priest shouldn't lie, Giovanni. - There is no lying in poker. There is only bluffing. And God forgives bluffing. What? I can't come have a drink at the bar? You could have a drink at the hotel. Well, I would have, but there is no one there. Well boo hoo. Why don't you let me buy you a drink? Just so you know there is no hard feelings about today. Thank you. - Salute! - Salute! Salute. [glasses clink] - OK. Why don't you ask me, then you can go. - Ask what? The question that's burning a hole in your little brain. "Why did I stop writing?" - OK. Why did you stop writing? - I didn't have anything else to say, Ollie. OK? It's that simple. Now, you can go. - A writer always has something to say. - Oh, now you are an authority? How the hell do you know what I have to say? I don't remember anything about a conversation. Well, the mere act of accepting an invitation to have a drink, implies a certain degree of conversation. - I hope you don't write like you talk. - Why? How do I talk? Like an uptight jockstrap. - OK. Well what would you have said? - Actually, I wouldn't have said anything. I would've gotten the hint about not wanting to talk. You are not one of those lampy pampy guys that nurses a drink all night, are you? Very Impressive. OK, hasta la bye bye. No, I bought this bottle of wine, and I intend on finishing it. [laughing] Eh? See you guys tomorrow. What do you mean, "See you guys tomorrow"? You said you were going back to London. No, you said I was going back to London. [laughs] Hey kid, you're too. You've had too much to drink. We'll just drive you back to the hotel. Come on. Come on. Come on. [fun music] Hay, Ciao. [drunk murmuring] What's this? You guys are going to rough me up a little bit? [laughing] Hey, seriously, hey what's that? What are you doing back there? It's obvious that you just won't go away. Hey, whoa, hey, Father! You're just gonna stand by and let this happen? - This is God's will, my son. - I don't know why you can't understand. I think I've gone a great length to make myself clear. God! I was just trying to do my job. Well, now you are going to join the others. - What others? There are others in there? - They wouldn't go away, either. - OK, but I will. I will go. I promise. - I don't believe you. I think you're just saying that so I'll let you go. No, no! I will absolutely go. Tomorrow, as soon as I can! - I think he is telling the truth. - Yes, listen to him! I don't believe him. No... - No, wow. There is no need for this. - La Reverende. [struggling to stay afloat] [laughing] What does "go away" mean, Mr. Taylor? It means "go away." I'll expect you to do just that. Lion. I'm baptizing you in the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost. - What are you doing? - Baptizing you. - I am Jewish. - Not anymore. [frogs croaking] [woman moaning] Unbelievable. - You've got balls, boy. I'll give you that. - And you've got my car keys. There you go. Is that all? Yep. You know what? That's not it. Because whatever reason you have for not wanting to write, I accept them being personal, but that's still no excuse for you to be such an unbelievable asshole. - I guess I am not for everyone. - You know what? I admit I only came here because my boss sent me. But underneath, I came here because I have always wanted to meet you. I thought that maybe if I could meet the Great Weldon Parish, perhaps you can teach me how to be a better writer. But I realize now that the only things that you have to teach me are bitterness, and mistrust. How goes the great business, Weldon? What brings you to town, Ian? I just finished my new novel, and came back for a drink. You remember how it was when you finished a book way back, when you still had something to say? Oh, I am sorry. Did I strike an out? It must be tough, being all dried up inside, and having to live on past glories. - At least he has past glories to live on. - And who might you be? - Jeremy Taylor. - Ian McBain. Ian McBain, the novelist? - I know your work. - You are a fan? - No, I didn't say that. - Jeremy. Actually, I would say that your themes are all the same. That your narration lacks depth and imagination. - Jeremy. - Your prose struggles for wit. Overall your style is sluggish, at best. And contains absolutely nothing that your average Joe with a typewriter couldn't produce. [Jeremy moans and falls] And, I think you are rude, insensitive, dangerous, self-centered,.. - He punched me in the nose. - You'll live. I'll drive. [fun music] Your trusty steed shall carry us to battle, well. No, no, no, no, no. [metal collides] - Oh my god! Weldon, no. Please, please, no! - Weldon! Are you OK? No. [laughing] That was great, wasn't it? You are completely out of your mind. You know that, right? - Don't you feel it? - Feel what? - Oh my God! - Life! Would you sit down? You maniac! God! OK, I am serious. Stop now. Break! Break! Wow! We're having some people up at the house, tomorrow. Why don't you come by? - I thought you didn't like me. - I don't, but I dislike you less than I did yesterday. [record plays] Still mad? Ciao, Isabella. Weldon? [Italian] Hi! Still mad? Someone could have got killed yesterday. In all fairness , it wasn't entirely your father's fault. Exactly. He gets into enough trouble on his own. - He doesn't need help from anyone. - Look, I am sorry, but Ian McBain was saying that he is all dried up and living on past glories. I couldn't just stand there and let him say those things. I love my father very much. But tell me, Which part of this statement isn't true? That's an awfully cruel thing to say about your own father. Don't you think? - Really? - Well, yes. - It's none of my business. - No, I know what you see. You see the great Weldon Parish, a man's man. A man who lives life on his own terms, and others be damned. But you don't have to pick up the pieces. You don't have to watch a man who was once strong and gentle, slowly destroying himself. How long has it been like that? Since the day he stopped writing. - Are you saying you think he still wants to write? - Of course, he wants to write. - Then why doesn't he? - Because he is afraid. He is afraid that what was once great about him is gone. He is afraid that Ian McBain is right. Jeremy, these are my two other daughters, Dinnie and Maura. - Pleasure to meet you both. - Jeremy Taylor. - Bon appetite . - [Italian] I didn't see you at the mass this morning, Mr. Taylor. - Oh, are you Catholic? - No, I am not. - Be careful, he'll try to convert you. - I know. He's already tried, actually. What does it matter what religion we are? In the end, we all die. There's no stopping the fact that one day, we will all be rotten corpses, in a dark, damp, creek. - [Italian] - Cheers. So, what is it you do? Mr. Taylor? Why don't you all stop picking at him and let him eat? He is a book editor. Yes. He is a book editor. I am sitting next to a book editor. Please, try to make a bribe, my son. God gave him a tremendous talent. It's true. This... No, this time I can't tell you. It's a secret. It's a secret. - Buon Giorno. - Buon Giorno. [Italian] Jeremy, this is Amalia. - Pleasure to meet you. - How do you do? Weldon. That's the bill for my car repairs. I noticed one of my cows was missing this morning. You wouldn't know anything about it? I've got it, for safe keeping. Till this is settled. - You stole my cow. - Call it collateral. - Excuse me. - Oh. Hello, Amalia. - Hello, Ian. - Oh, you are looking very beautiful today. - Can I speak to you in private for a moment? - I'm busy. Oh, well, I just came by to ask if you'd like to go to the town party with me? I can't. I am going with Weldon. It's news to me. One of these days you are gonna push me too far, Weldon. Yeah? Well, let's hope you are standing by a cliff when I do. Weldon, I am not stealing a cow. [pebble knocks on window] - What? - Get dressed. What? Get dressed. [fun music] Seriously, what are we doing? Why, we're taking an evening stroll. There you are sweetie. I've come to take you home from the bad man. This is my cow. I can't steal something I already own. - Then why do you need me here for? - She can be a little temperamental. I'm gonna need you to get behind her - and give her a little push. - No, no way. [cow moos] - What's this? - What does it look like? - No, I mean, that's it for? - For you, get rid of that computer. Why? The computer makes it easier. Writing is not supposed to be easy, it's supposed to be hard. Typewriters make you think about the words you choose more carefully, because you can't erase them with the push of a button. [coin drops in jukebox] [Italian] - Do you know how? - I don't dance. - I'll teach you. - No, no, no, look, look, You don't want to write, I don't want to dance, OK? So if I would write, you would dance? - Maybe? - I don't wanna dance with you that bad. Now, everybody has their price, Weldon, and there has to be something you want? What's your price? What would you do to get me to write a book for you? Well, for starters, I could offer you a large advance. I don't need money. OK, but there has to be something that you want? I want you to kiss my ass. [gasps] - No, seriously. - I am serious. That was a shady trick you pulled on me back there. I am going to drop my drawers. And if you kiss my ass in front of everybody, I'll sign the contract. Hey! - OK. - Oh my god. Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, not okay. Not okay at all. - Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I wouldn't call that much of a chance. All you had to do was use your imagination. Pretend I was a beautiful woman. One tenth of a second. It would have all been over, and you had what you wanted. - OK, fine. I'll do it. - Huh, too late. - What? - Too late. Life is about seizing the moment, and you just let this book slip by. You knew I wouldn't do it, didn't you? Of course. You are far too concerned with what a room full of strangers might think of you, to do anything foolish or spontaneous. - Well, that's called restraint. - Boring. Perhaps, but it's better than being a lunatic. Everybody needs a lunacy. It's what frees us from the pain in this world. There is a wild man inside you, Jeremy. I can see him in your eyes. Why don't you let him out? You might like him. If he's anything like you, I'll think I'll keep him locked up, thanks. [Italian music] She loved this place. Oh, woo! Look, would you mind terribly putting on your pants? I am not really comfortable standing next to a naked man. Ha, ha, ha, ha. I'll just, uh... I used to come here with my wife. Back then I never had time for the little things. I was always so afraid I- wouldn't get a thought down or I'd forget a line of dialogue. Then one night the police came to tell me that her car had... After that nothing mattered. And now I wish I could go back. Just for one day. Time is a precious thing, Jeremy. And the years teach much which the days never new. [women speaking] [paddling rug] [filing wood] [Italian music] - Who? - Who? - Jeremy. - Oh! Hi. Weldon told me tell you to be at this place at five. Um. What? Five? - Five. - OK. Fine. Five. She is beautiful, isn't she? That's a good one. - Are you still mad at me? - No. My father told me it wasn't your fault. - He's right you know? It really wasn't. - Who? - What's that? - I have no idea. - Would you care to take a seat? - Sure. OK. OK. - You are writing. - Well, trying. Mostly I'm just, looking for inspiration. You, finding anything? Em. Yes. I think I am starting to. Are you missing London? No. Actually, no. I am not, really. Your family? Well, I don't have too much family left. Both of my parents died when I was 16 years old, and then I moved to London to live with my aunt, but she passed 3 years ago. I am so sorry. Eh, well, you didn't know. Thank you. - You have a girlfriend? - No. I did, but you know how those things go. It didn't work out. [giggles] [Italian] Come on, that's not fair. [giggles] - You don't speak any Italian, huh? - No, not a word. - No. - No. Well, if I can ever help you... Well, actually, since you've offered, there are a couple of words that I've been meaning to learn. For instance, beautiful? " Bello ." - " Bello. " - Mmm. And, lips. - " Labbia. " - Right. And how would you say kiss? That's enough Italian for one day, huh? Okay. Okay. - I'll see you later. - Oh, yeah. [crickets chirping] Describe it to me. - Now? - What you're looking at. Describe it to me. Well, it's the sun setting. - The green of the hills, the blue sky. - No describe it to me as if you were writing it. - The sun, dropped in behind a- - The sun dropped? English is your first language, isn't it? I can't think on the spot like this. Jeremy, anyone can use words. It's called talking. But writers arrange them in a way so that they'll take on that beauty in their form. Think of words as, colors. And paper as a canvas. Alright. Well, if it's really that easy, why don't you try painting it? I'm sorry. I realize you don't want to do that. You're right. But if I, did do it. I'd probably say something like... The sunset... slowly... igniting the sky in fiery shades of red and orange. In the distance, dark clouds rolled over the horizon, riding the summer winds. Soon, day would give way to night, and with it would come.. the silence that washes over everything. [melancholic music] [lock turns] [whimpers] For my size. Gracie. (Thank you.). And this? No. No. (Italian.) OK. OK. Perfect. [Italian] [singing in Italian] [Italian] - Paul! - I was wondering if you were coming. When have I ever missed a Monday night? - What is this? - Karaoke night. What do you think? - You guys actually do this? - Yeah. And so do you. - Oh, no. No way. - You'll be fine. No, no. Seriously, I won't do it. You just need a couple of drinks. I don't care how many drinks you put in me, I am not getting up and singing. [singing] [phone ringing] - Hello, Joe. - Jeremy, is that you? Yes, sir. It's me. - Any progress in this Parish affair? - A little, yeah. Well, what seems to be the problem? Well, he seems to think that he doesn't want to write, but I think that he does. Do you think he genuinely likes you? Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Good. Use it. Gain his confidence. Get him to see that his writing is in everyone's best interest. Well, what if writing really isn't in his best interest? Jeremy, the function of business is to get things done. That is what you are there for. To get things done. Now, do it. OK, look, I understand what you are saying that writing comes from experience. But even after you've experienced something, you still got to get it down on a page. That's called talent. Weldon. The other day, when you described the sunset, that was great. No, it was. That was great. And I gotta tell you, I think it would really, It would be helpful for me if you could, I don't know, Throw something like that down on a page and just, just let me see it, you know? What are you doing? - What? Nothing. - We had a deal, remember? We would talk about writing. Not about me writing. - Right. No, I just wanted- - I know what you want! What do you think I am, an idiot? You don't think I know what it would do for your career if you sign me? That's not why I am doing this. Alright. We were talking about experience. If you write a fight scene, it helps if you have been in a fight. - Have you ever been in a fight? - Me? - Yeah. - The closest I ever came was getting punched in the nose the other day. That's pathetic. If you were writing a character who got, punched in the stomach. How would you describe that? Just use my imagination. OK. Go ahead. Tell me what you feel like. I'd double over in pain, I'd be gasping for breath. Hmm. What else? Well, I don't know. [moans in pain] OK, now? You got the doubling over and gasping for air part right. But there's also that burning sensation in your gut. The pounding in your head, the weak legs and tearing eyes. Oh, notice there's snot hanging out of your nose. There is a feeling that you're never gonna breath again, and then, your lung is filled with cool fresh air. That's experience. Stop trying to manipulate me. Father, am I disturbing you? No. No, no, my son. I, I was just preparing the sacraments for the evening prayer. I, I've been expecting you. - You have? - Yes. I am a priest, and part of my job is to help those who need it. You wish to speak about Weldon and writing. So. How do I reach him? Do you believe in fate? - I'm, Father, I don't know. - I do. I believe that each of us are predestined to walk a path in life. Along this path, we meet others. And through knowing them, we changed their lives. OK, but, what does that have to do with Weldon and writing? There's an old story about a bird who loved to fly. One day, while he was high up in the air, it began to rain. And its feathers became so heavy that when it tried to land, it broke its wing. Time passed, and the bird became better. It wanted to fly, but no matter how hard it tried, something inside stopped it from leaving the ground. Day after day, it tried. And day after day, its fear, held it down. Then one day, a strong wind came, and lifted it high into the sky. It opened its wings, and realized that it could fly. I get. I do. Weldon is the bird, and he is afraid to fly, right? No, Jeremy. Weldon is the bird, and you are the wind. That is the path, fate's chosen for you. - Hi. - Hello. Father Moretti tells me you had a nice little chat today. Obviously, I didn't punch you in the stomach hard enough. I need to apologize for earlier. Look, I only went to speak with Father Moretti, because I, I didn't understand what happ- [snatches papers] - This is my manuscript. - I know. Where did you get this? I went to the hotel and told Gustav you wanted me to get it for you. You had no right to do that, Weldon. You've got talent, Jeremy. You are a good writer. The problem is you don't trust your talent. You don't believe you could find that part of you that has something to say. How do I know when I found it? Believe me, there is no mistaking it. I know there is a lot of time and effort put into those pages. Have enough faith in yourself to let them go. Take what you've learned from them and start again. Ciao. [Italian] I have absolutely no idea what you just said, but sounds good. - Want some company? - Sure, come. - Whip the horses, huh? - Mhm. [adventurous music] Jesus, I am gonna die. [horse neighs] When was the last time you were on a horse? Let's see, last time I was on a horse was, That would be never. - Never? - Yes, never. - Why did you come? - Well, it's a new experience. I'm big on, whoa! I'm big on new experiences lately. [laughing] You have to be crazy. So how was the writing going? Um. I don't know actually. I am really starting to question whether or not I have what it takes. Oh, yes. Self-doubt. It is a common theme with creative people. Do you find that a lot of creative people are... - Crazy? - Yes, crazy. Of course they are crazy. There are thousands of writers and artists. For most of them, their dreams will never come true. -Well, thanks, Weldon. That's very encouraging. - No, that's reality, Jeremy. Art is not something you choose to do. It's something that chooses you. Why did you want to become a writer? - Because, I think that I- - No, it's not something you think. It's something you know. Tell me when you know the answer. [dog barks] It's amazing how much she looks like her mother. Sometimes I walk into her room and for a moment I'll think... - Describe her to me. - Come on, not this again. Just do it, will you? Sun light frames her body, in a golden glow of honey light. While the wind dances gently through the long strands of her hair. Her face is strong, proud. With eyes that don't easily give away their secrets. It's a face that doesn't call out, but softly beckons. How was that? You tell me. [Italian] By the way, How long have you been in love with my daughter? [woman moaning] - Ciao, Weldon. - Ciao. What? You two are the couple next door? Are you ready for the party? Yeah. [Italian music] I was not stealing. I was accepting charity. Weldon. It's going to be a late night. Why don't you all stay at the hotel? Half price, of course. OK, free. [audience clapping] [romantic music] You were gone when I woke up this morning. You had a dream. That's funny cause it felt pretty real to me. Yes, but last night was last night. What exactly does that mean? It means I wanted to see how I felt with you. And how did you feel? Jeremy... We live in different worlds, ha? There is no reason why you couldn't come and live in my world. Do I look like I belong in London? My life is here, with my family and my horses. Isabella, I don't want to just let this slip away. I know... I am sorry. I... I just wanted to share something with you. You wanna know what my problem really is? I am afraid. Of what? Of life, of love. Everything. I want my own Vila, Weldon. I wanna grow grapes, and write great novels. So what's stopping you? Fear. Fears. I mean, I have built this whole life for myself, in London. I don't think I don't think I can just change. Well, Jeremy. Most people are perfectly content, living in their dreary little worlds. They just cling to the edge of the toilet bowl, trying to keep their heads above water, hoping some fool won't come along to pull the chain. It's only when they hear that flushing sound, and begin to sly down into the abyss that they'd start taking stock at their lives. What about the people who are so comfortable in their suffering? They don't even know that the chain has been pulled. I know that you wanna write, Weldon. You just can't leave it alone, can you? No. No, I can't. But tell me I am wrong. Weldon, look me in the eye, and tell me that you don't want to write. I don't want to write. You know what I think? - I think that you miss it. - No. I think that all the drinking, and all the craziness, is just your way of covering up what's missing in your life. - Right. - And everybody knows it, Weldon, everybody. Your daughters know it; Father Moretti knows it; Gustavo knows it; I know it; but what's worse, is you know it. Tell me, hot shot. You think knowing me a couple of weeks, and living 25 years of a sheltered existence gives you the right to tell me how to live my life? 25 years or 25 minutes. The truth is still the truth. My life is fine the way it is! I do what I want when I want. I pick a few grapes once a year. That's all I have to do. I was just a writer, for god's sake! That's all I was. I didn't cure a cancer, I didn't walk on the moon. The world isn't gonna stop spinning if there isn't another Weldon Parish novel. You are right, it won't. But maybe yours will start again. And you are a writer, Weldon; it is what you are, and you are a great one at that. A great writer knows when he is not a great writer anymore. So then what? He just gives up? I didn't give anything up. 20 years ago I lost something, something more important than my writing. How can I explain it to you? I can't explain it to myself. - Stop it. Just stop. - Stop what? If you don't want to write, that's fine. But stop blaming it on your dead wife. [fight] [splash] What do you want from me? You want to prove I am miserable? I know you say you don't want to write, Weldon. But you write every single day. You just stopped putting the pen to the page. Sometimes I've tortured you this way, that way, and you find yourself a place you never, imagined you'd be in. Before you realize it, it's too late to go back. No, it's never too late. - I can't do it! - I don't believe you, Weldon. - I can't. - Why? - Because... - Because why? - Because I am afraid. But Weldon, you are not afraid of writing, you are afraid of failing. We all fail. Courage is in the trying. [sheep baaing] And it's bullshit. You know it. I can't. Are you alright? You should have seen me today, Father. You would have been proud. I was very clever. What happened? I forced Weldon down a road he didn't want to go in. And I am a little afraid of what he's gonna find at the end of it. Sometimes it's you messed up something now, in order to make the something new. Did it ever occur to you that maybe the great Weldon Parish, just simply does not have anything left to say? You don't really believe that, do you? I know that you think I am his salvation, but I am not. I am just not. Every night, I go home and I struggle to write one paragraph, that tells me that I have something, anything important to say. And there is a man, who can do it standing on his head, and he chooses not to. He chooses that. And I am supposed to feel sorry for him? Well, I am sorry. I don't. And I know life has dumped on him, but life dumps on all of us, father. And we move on, we get past it. At least most of us do. Look, I am not responsible for Weldon Parish. I only did what I was sent here to do. And I told him that, right from the very beginning. It's not like I lied to him. If that's true, why are you so upset? Maura, where is everybody? Still sleeping. [typewrite clicks] What are you all gawking at? You act as if you've never seen me writing before. [celebrate] You could stay. And do what? Write? Besides, I don't think I'd be the only one sad to see you go. I don't know about that. Jeremy, what have you got to go back to? My life, my job. I can't just pull up stakes and move out here, Weldon. Why not? I... I just can't. Well. What about the contracts? - What about them? - I can't sign if you don't give them to me. You know? why don't you just see how it goes? Hmm? I want you to write the book for yourself. There is no need for you to have to deal with the pressures of editors and publishers. And if you like what you've written; Then believe me, we will be happy to publish it. [sad music] [Italian] - Bye. - Ciao, Jeremy. - Ciao. Goodbye, my son. Ciao, Jeremy. Isabella? In Italy we say a good friend is someone who is there through the good and the bad. [Italian] - Si. - Yeah? And it's because I can't imagine doing anything else. What? That's why I wanna be a writer. Because I can't imagine doing anything else. Okay. Bye, everybody. - Ciao. - Ciao, Jeremy. [Italian] He broke his wing. No fly... No fly... Uh, no fly. No fly. No fly... Fly. Graci , mama. [Italian] Si, mama. [Italian]
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