A SHORT FILM ABOUT KILLING
A SHORT FILM ABOUT KILLING
Space-time
continuum, on the left side stands choir of sacred
prostitutes-vixens, on the other side stands crowd of lovers, among
them Michelangelo Antonioni and Javier Bardem. Agata classically
dressed with the strong make-up smudged from eternal crying is
dragging three huge black plastic bags along
(
there is no secret, the bodies are inside ). The first one is marked
as TRAUMA A, the second one – TRAUMA B, the third one as TRAUMA C.
Siniarska
stops in the middle of the stage, putting bags
regularly
on the ground, then picks her heart with a spoon and puts in its place the clock-timer set for 5 minutes.
I'm
a woman with traumas left with questions without answers and problems
without solutions. Everything in my life was about love, love to
everyone and everything and love and my
narcistic neurosis, through
the imaginative representation were approaching me again and again towards
death...my movie is done, I decided to finish my life.
Siniarska takes a knife and following Xmas spirit, she cuts her vains under
the christmas tree.
I
officially resign form the status of a princess. Thank you my dear
father for the identity I couldn’t inherit from you, that with your
provenance you couldn’t give it to me, your blood doesn’t
legitimize any social status.
I
officially resign from the status of an artist. I cannot answer the question what art
wants from me besides frustration of my fake existence.
I
officially resign from world economy. I'm tired of being starving
superhero. I wish to be spoiled by iphones, ipads, ipods,
ibooks, ichairs, iclothes, idinners and idrinks.
Siniarska comes
inside the bathtub filled with water and compulsively
crying she begins
to overfill it with weeping tears.
THE WOMAN AT THE EDGE OF NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
– a short monologue for an
actress that was truly believing in happy ends and now suffers
because every happy end always has its end between the legs of another
princess.
The
monologue should be said loud standing in the bathtub, with left
hand on the head in the gesture of despair. After a while the actress
should start to bend her knees ( still with the hand in the gesture
of despair ) to make level of the water closer to the lips and later
further, till the moment she starts drowning. If she has bad timing, she
won’t finish her monologue:
I’m
drowning, I’m drowning. I’m drowning into the sea of my suffer.
I’m dreaming about leaving into blissful state where noone touches
me any longer.
I
grew up on tales about frogs and princes, how should I know that the
frog after a kiss turns into the reptile with a huge penis.
I
don’t blame anyone but I refuse to play a game where the rules do
not fit to my dress that constricts my waist, even if underlines it
nicely.
Maybe
I jump into this septic tank by myself, maybe it is my mother and her
mother that gave me this privileged place in our society.
It’s
too late for long important monologues, I have just drown.
After
drowning, Agata comes out from the bathtub, she carries the sofa to
the middle of the room, sits on it and swallows substantial
dose of medication.
I
officially resign from the status of a woman in love. I’m tired of
being constantly betrayed and desperate. I gave everything, did
everything what I could–for some of them I’m still carrying a
coffin.
„I
love you, noone else” you claimed yesterday
and
so easy you had heart’s battles the next day
Later
you were begging in front of my door
but
jumping into new pussy four days before?
You
are going tasting palms in Istambul
You
really think, really think I am such a fool?
Chorus:
you were going tasting palm/s in Istambul
Why
you want, you want make out of her fool?
I
don't need to listen anymore
how
much another girl's „work” you adore
I
don't want any pathetic excuse
you
wish you could towards me use
You're
not half the man you think you are
Save
your words because you've gone too far
I've
listened to your lies and every story
But
I know exactly your girl’s inventory
I
am leaving here three traumas, my burden, this is fin
Saying
last time goodbye, I want to dissappear
Chorus:
She’s leaving here her traumas, her burden, this is fin
Saying
last time goodbye, hope you dissapear
Chorus: Today
allow yourself for big sorrow
You
will be non-stressed corpse from tomorrow
You
cannot endlessly it prolong
It
was your time to sing goodbye song
I
officially resign form the status of a goddess.
I’m
a goddess, always, constantly, in every second, without any break and
hesitation.
I’m
a goddess that you’re trying to force to be another letter in your
alphabet, option one from many. It’s so easy to see men’s
desperation in the fragments of situations. None of you catch me up
with creativity and reflection.
All
of you is so afraid of me, of my power that to kill it, you are
trying to put me to the zero level, deprive of my divinity,
contaminar and disgrace me till the moment I won’t stop remind you
about your failings but I will always be here even if I am not here,
in your thoughts. You can rape me, assault me, pretend to be the greatest and you will
never ever forget me. You will curse me ( some of you have already
started ), trying to erase me.
You
will be begging me to stay and to let you go.
The
thought of me will be eating you from outside everyday and every
night, every moment when I will stop remember your names. The thought
of me will be your gap, mistake in the system, disturbtion in every
of your thought, error, red light. Always always, always. I will be
the biggest lack in your miserable life. Consolation will never ever
come. The more you are trying to disgrace me, the biggest sacred and
profligate
I become.
She
starts to sing:
After
the song, Siniarska gets to Bardem greedily, she tears off his
clothes and drags him along towards the side door:
Bardem,
come here, take off your clothes, I need to manhandle myself before
the next death!
BLACKOUT
Emptiness,
surrounding, scary, pathetic silence.
There
is noone on the audience, from the back, the coldness of decision
blows from afar.
Siniarska
puts the rope around her neck and stands on the chair.
Antonioni, the one and only, the death took your voice but also the power of your silence. Now it takes mine. Thanks to you I understand now that love has no happy end...but I
wish to be naive believing we could
right now run away in the most pathetic way from this situation.
The most pathetic that is possible in the cinema.
Agata shivers from cold and fear, she feels on her neck clamping hands of
death.
She
looks blankly in the empty space.
Love, My Love, why did you leave me?
She
falls over a chair and starts her last agony.
