Hop-o'-My-Thumb (2011)

[bunniefuu]

Help your mother and
brothers to find food.

Rather than trying to save ants.

Come, Hop-o'-My-Thumb.

Look!

Come on!

Hop-o'-My-Thumb

Wood! Bundles! Logs!

Wood! Bundles! Logs!

Take.

This is for the wood.

That's all? Stale vegetables?

I have kids to feed.

I can't do anything more.

Lord, bless this meal and
all those who prepared it.

Give bread to those who don’t have any.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

It's mine.
I found it.

We must share what we find.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb has no right to
anything. He found nothing.

All he has to do is to eat his ants.

That's why he's so skinny.
Because he only eats ants.

He's sucking my finger.

Pierre.

Pierre.

We must k*ll them.

What?

We must k*ll our children.

I can't stand to see them
starving anymore.

Stop.

A stab in the throat.

They won't suffer.

Shut up!
- Poor little boys.

They'll go to Paradise.

And we'll go to Hell.

Swear me you'll never
think about that again!

Swear it!

It's nothing, Hop-o'-My-Thumb.

Dad got hurt, it's not serious.

I... I found this.

Look what your son brings to you.

Come.

I'm proud of you.

Come.

Wood! Bundles! Logs!

Wood! Bundles! Logs!

Wood! Bundles! Logs!

Wood! Bundles! Logs!

That's all?

It's going to rain tonight.

Tomorrow we'll find more to eat.
- You lie!

Tomorrow it'll be the same.
And then, the same again.

Always the same!
- That's enough!

I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I'm hungry!

I'd rather die than being hungry!

Stop!

Move away, it's not yours!

Mmmh, it smells like earth.
- Don't be too close, you idiots.

If you scare it, it'll taste bad.

When it saw me, it almost
jumped into my arms.

Its leg is injured.
It's bleeding.

Brave rabbit.

Wait.

What?
- Not now.

Why?

It's not that big.

It would be a sin to waste
such rare flesh.

It's not every day you have that.

But I want to eat it now.

Wait until Sunday.

Sunday is our elder's birthday.

Sunday.

Just enough time to fatten
it up a little.

Yes.

You're right.

Eat, eat.
Eat this.

You have to eat.

The little rabbit.

Hurra!

Tonight, we're going
to eat like princes.

Yeah!

Lord, bless this meal and
all those who prepared it.

Give bread to those who don’t have any.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Isn't that good enough for you,
Hop-o'-My-Thumb?

Its leg was broken.

That's why it came to see you.

To seek help.

Well it did well.

It's no longer in pain now.

Come on... Eat.

Tomorrow we'll go collect wood.

And we'll lose them in the forest.

What are you saying?

You see clearly that we can
no longer feed them.

I beg you.
Not now.

This evening, they're happy,
they're full.

So they'll have a better chance
of escaping the wolves

and to be taken in by
people richer than us.

Now it's time to abandon them.

I won't be able to!

Come on, don't worry.

If Heaven doesn't understand,
He'll punish me.

He won't punish you.

He knows that you love them, your kids.

We'll be two only, again, like before.

Do you remember before?

How happy we were.

We're not going to dig the earth today.

Today... We're going to the big forest.
- The big forest?

But there are wolves in the big forest.

Wolves only attack at night,
you bunch of cowards.

During the day, however...

It seems that we come across
magical beasts there...

As fat and peaceful
as African elephants.

It's said that they let themselves
be k*lled by licking your hand.

Mum!

You should stay here.

I'm all right, honey.

I want to come with you.

Eat, my kids.

Eat everything you can.

It's cold outside.

Is it still far?
- No, we're almost there.

Shh!

You heard?
- What?

Shh!

Come, hide here!

Go quickly!

I think I saw one.
- A magical beast?

Yes. An enormous one.

Hop-o'-My-Thumb! Hide yourself!
Sit down!

Don't make any noise.

We go first.

Stay hidden, don't move.
Come.

Be quiet, right.

Be...
- Don't be afraid, Mum, we're strong.

Come on, come.

Wait!

We must pray for them.

Let's go!

Maybe the beast k*lled them.

And ate them.

Dad! Dad! Mum! No!

They were neither k*lled nor eaten.

What do you know about it?

I know.
- You don't know anything at all.

Yes, I know.
And I know lots of other things too.

Like what?

I know how to find our way home.

How?
- Follow me.

Come.

We'll treat ourselves with the meal.
What, the kids?

Have pity, my Lord.
- Sir, we're hungry.

So what? It happens to me too,
even several times a day.

Dirty poors!
You'll die like dogs!

If the kids were there,
they would have a great time.

Eat.

You won't help them by dying of sadness.

Poor kids... Alone in the forest
among the wolves.

Don't cry for your kids, darling.

When days will be better,
I'll make you some more.

My poor children.

I seem to hear them.

Dad! Mum!
- Dad! Mum!

My children!

Damn, but we thought you were lost.

Come close to me.

You idiots!

How did you manage to get lost?

Have you thought about
your mother's grief?

What if the wolves had devoured you?

But, we only did what you told us to do.

Did I ask you to get lost?

No no.
- No, Dad.

Well... We're going to
celebrate your return.

And to celebrate it,
we're going to eat, eat, eat.

Yeah!
- Yeah!

We're going back in the forest today.

In the forest?

The magical beast won't escape us twice.

But I warn you, this time,
I'll watch you.

It's forbidden to get lost.
- Yes Dad.

Here my darlings, eat.

Eat it all.

All?

So what? What a face you make!

Be more zealous!

Think of the feast tonight,
for God's sake.

Come on, let's sing.
- Yeah.

Yeah, let's sing.
- A song to give us courage.

♪ Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping? ♪

♪ Brother John, Brother John, ♪

♪ Morning bells are ringing!
Morning bells are ringing! ♪

♪ Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong. ♪

♪ Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping? ♪

♪ Brother John ♪

♪ Brother John, Brother John, ♪

♪ Morning bells are ringing!
Morning bells are ringing! ♪

♪ Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong. ♪

Dad?

Mum?

Mum?
- Dad?

Dad?
- Mum?

Mum?
- Mum?

Dad?
- Mum?

Dad!
- Mum?

Dad, Mum!
- Dad! Mum!

No!

I want to go back home.

Take us home, Hop-o'-My-Thumb.

I can't.
- Why can't you?

Take us back, Hop-o'-My-Thumb!

Come, I think it's this way.

The wolves!

We're all going to die because of you,
Hop-o'-My-Thumb!

You lost us.

A house!
- We're saved!

Who knocks?

Hop-o'-My-Thumb, go ahead.
- Why me?

Because you're the skinniest.

What are you doing here, poor boys?
- We're lost, Madam.

You can't stay here.
Leave. Run away. Quickly.

But we're hungry.
- And we're cold.

Leave, I tell you.

Madam, the night is falling, please.
The wolves will eat us.

The wolves?

Here lives a creature far more
ferocious than a wolf.

The ogre, poor kids.
You're in front of the ogre's house.

And if he finds you here,
he'll eat you alive.

You... Are you his prisoner?

I'm his wife.

But you have to believe me.

Leave quickly.

He could smell you.

Even if it means being eaten, I still
prefer to be eaten by your husband.

Rather than by wolves.

Maybe Monsieur will take pity on us.

Poor child.

Do you think man is better than wolf?

Yes!

Because it's said that God
created man in his image.

That's a fairy tale!

Alright, come in.

My husband is hunting.
I'll give you a glass of milk.

But you'll have to leave immediately.
- Thank you Madam.

Thank you Madam.

Don't make any noise, right?

Our daughters are upstairs,
they shouldn't hear you.

He's back!
Already!

Too late, he’s here!
- Hey!

Hide here, I...
- Wife!

Open the door!
- And above all, don't make any noise.

Wife!

Ah!

Why did you close the door?
- Uh... By distraction.

Excuse me.

This is all I found.

The forests are dead.

This world is in ruins.

What have you prepared to eat?

Um... Lamb, pork, horse.

Again...

Where are my daughters?
- In their room.

Go get them!

I need to be hugged.

Dad!

Ah, come and hug your father.

Mmmh, how good you smell, princesses.

So what nice things did you do today?
- We played.

Good!
- We read poetry.

Very good.
- Mum read us moral pages.

Mmmh... And what did you learn?

That ignorance is man's worst enemy.

That it keeps the poors in serfdom.

Yes darlings, the knowledge...

This is what sets us apart
from the creatures we eat.

Yes Dad.

Well, this lesson deserves a good meal.
- Yes!

To the table!

Lord, bless this meal and
all those who prepared it.

Give bread to those who don’t have any.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

But it smells like...

Like a scent of...

What's funny, girls?

Dad, we have a gift for you.

A gift?

It's for you.

What is it?

Today, a little misfortune
happened to Cassandre.

I injured myself when I fell
on a stone in the garden.

Poor girl.

Did you bleed?
- I had a wound.

Nothing important.

Let me see.

Was it painful?

No Dad, I didn't even cry,
I barely got scratched.

Oh...

Open up, Dad.

I saved it just for you.

That's... That's so sweet.

Oh, my little daughters.

I don't want you to hurt
yourself for me.

Oh no, Dad.
I promise, it was an accident.

You're sweethearts.

The flesh of my flesh.

Isn't that the sweetest gift
a daughter can give her father?

Do you agree, wife?

This type of gift shouldn't
be encouraged.

Shut up, you jealous.

Serve me the best champagne
and set out gold cutlery.

For my sweet Cassandre...

A drop of honey.

And...

A pinch of cinnamon.

Make the taste better.

Lord, bless this meal.

How I love you, my sweethearts.

All this whet my appetite.

Let's eat now.

That smell, again!

Eat, my husband, the meat will get cold.
- Shh!

There's something under my roof
that I don't understand.

It smells like fresh flesh in here.

Mine, probably?

Fresh, I said!

No that's not it!

Your daughter's injury, perhaps?

I know the smell of my daughters.

This smell is different.

Very different.

Yes...

It smells like fresh flesh.

Fresh flesh!

That of little boys!

Did you think you could hide
such beautiful prey from me?

No.

I wanted to surprise you.
- How many are they?

I don't remember.
- You don't remember?

Five, I think.
- Five, you think?

Get out of there!
Little boys!

Poor, dirty, messy kids,
just the way I like them.

I like the children of poor people.

Their flesh isn't spoiled like
that of the rich people.

Bloated with pastries and
indigestible treats.

The flesh of the poor child is pure.

Virtuous.

Voluntary.

Come smell this, darlings.

They smell like earth.

Eh, slowly, dear gluttons.

We must not frighten our little guests.

Fear turns the blood.

And during cooking,

it loses this delicate rosé which
gives all its flavour.

Can we keep one to have fun with?

We don't play with food!

Rest assured...

You won't suffer.

Wait... Not now.

What? Not now?

Look how skinny they are.

It would be a sin to waste
such precious flesh.

But I want them now!

Patience.

Patience, my husband.

Wait until tomorrow, Sunday.
It's our younger daughter's birthday.

Just enough time to feed them a little.

Yes, you're right.

We need to fatten up these boys.

Tonight they'll be our guests.

Béa, you are hungry, I presume?
So let's eat!

I want to eat some little boys
right away!

Shut up!

Cheeky girl.

Children should not talk at the table.

What's your name?
- They don't have a name.

Why?
- It's not because we honour them

in sharing our meal that we must
consider them as family.

My name is Hop-o'-My-Thumb!
- Shut up!

I'm the son of Jeanne and Pierre!
- Shut up!

What we eat doesn't have a name!

What we eat is nobody's child!

Sleep well my treasures.
- Good night Daddy.

Diced orphan foie gras
with grape liqueur.

Infant fed at his mother's breast,

roasted with peaches and seasoned
with a touch of Madeira.

Wait.

What is the secret of such flavour?

Children are k*lled at eight
weeks by suffocation

so as not to lose a drop of blood, Sir.

They're then roasted

and then pressed to extract the
essential juices from the carcass.

Wonderful!

Thank you sir, I'll bring you the rest.

Black boy kidneys stuffed
with mushrooms.

Young albino tartare with white sauce.

Young lacquered Chinese girl.

Twin heads with béchamel sauce.

My daughters!

My God, my daughters.

What did I do?

What did I do?

What did they do to me?

My magic boots!

No!
- Oh! Pity!

No! No! No!

Yeah, the ogre is dead.
- The world is saved.

We're alive.
- Alive.

We're saved.

Come, help me!

Think about what our parents will think
when we bring this back for dinner.

Let it go!

Leave it alone!
You have no rights over it!

Go home, I'll catch you later.

Madam?

Madam?

Madam?

Hop-o'-My-Thumb! Hop-o'-My-Thumb!
Hop-o'-My-Thumb!

Hop-o'-My-Thumb, pity! Hop-o'-My-Thumb!

Hop-o'-My-Thumb, a piece of meat!

We're hungry.
Mercy, please! Hop-o'-My-Thumb!

A piece of meat! Hop-o'-My-Thumb!
Hop-o'-My-Thumb, pity!

A piece of meat!
- Hop-o'-My-Thumb! Hop-o'-My-Thumb!

Please, please.
- Hop-o'-My-Thumb, please, a piece.

Please, Hop-o'-My-Thumb, we're hungry!

Think of your father.
- Pity!

Pity! Please, Hop-o'-My-Thumb!

Hop-o'-My-Thumb! Please,
Hop-o'-My-Thumb!