Ma mère (2004)

Louis Garrel: Pierre

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Quotes 

• Pierre, the Son : [Réa is mounting on him]  I'm your horse?

• Pierre, the Son : My mother.

  Hélène, the Mother : My son. My beautiful son. My grown-up son.

• Pierre, the Son : And as they did not like to acknowledge God, God delivered them over to a discerning mind, to do unsuitable things: being filled with all injustice, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, homicidal thoughts, strife, deceit, bad habits; whisperers, revilers, enemies of God. Some who understand the law of God still practice such actions. They are worthy of death. They not only do them, but even commend those who practice them.

• Pierre, the Son : Would you accept to be the mother of a god? To be Mary? Why are sons always asked to be gods?

• Pierre, the Son : Sometimes, I can admit if I love Hansi's ass so much, then it's because I want God to curse it. I now associate joy... That faraway joy in God that I knew... I admit they're both equally holy. Her ass makes me realize I never really loved God. I liked the idea of being abandoned by God. I was reciting catechism, that's all. God is something other than my old prayers. He is my way of losing my senses. By loving Hansi, I hope to slowly lose my senses. In a slow way, but not lifeless, you know. A choppy slowness. Choppy and scalp-tingling. It doesn't always make me happy. I don't think I lose my senses more with Hansi than with God. I don't know if you wanted to guide me toward this slowness. Maybe you think Hansi isn't perverse enough for me.

• [last lines] 

  Pierre, the Son : Please, don't die, mom!