Lovely Day (2025)

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A wedding is a chance to have fun.

But,

a wedding is an occasion to...

celebrate?

Lighten up, Safi!

A wedding is a chance to have fun,

but it's also

a chance to make peace with the past.

Thanks.

- Are you trying to get sick?

- We're on in 40 minutes.

You wanted to eat.

Go, before my parents

see each other!

They're going to meet eventually.

Be grateful.

They're both still alive.

What's wrong?

I feel sick, I'm gonna die.

Not you. This traffic!

What are you doing?

What do you think?

Taking a shortcut.

Goddammit!

30 minutes before the wedding

Hey!

Don't wipe it with that.

Bold Credit?

Yes, sir. Pre-approved and all.

- Pre-approved?

- You betcha.

That's how it works.

- Dodi, you're sinking deeper into debt.

- Nah!

Just the opposite.

I can pay off two others.

How many cards do you have?

Five, maybe.

Maybe?

- Six, I guess.

- With this one?

OK, so seven!

- How can banks let that happen?

- How?

I bankroll the system.

This winter you said, "I'll get rich!

I'll rent a white Mustang

for your wedding."

I did, too.

I got to the dealer's three minutes late,

that prick.

I tried.

Three minutes?

OK, five. Ten, max.

15, to round it up.

- I know you like my left ball.

- I know you like both my ba*ls.

- Fries give you cramps.

- I always have cramps.

Yeah, but when you rub there...

I know it's intense.

It's normal, you're getting married.

I get it.

It's not the wedding.

Then what?

We'll wed here.

- We'll get the zoning permit and...

- Zip it! Zip it!

HUMAN DIGESTIVE SYSTEM

Here, habibi. Take this.

Drink this.

He should see my doctor.

Maybe he has my disease.

Nihad knows an excellent herbalist.

Nihad treats her eczema with St Joseph oil!

Elias, stop!

Your ignorant negativity

is of no help.

If he has the same disease,

he needs to see a doctor.

Don't speak that into existence! You'll jinx him!

Hello?

Hi, it's Mym.

So, where are you?

Not far, but it'll be tight.

Are my parents there?

Duh, their son's about to get married.

- Vir?

- Alain?

It's the bride who makes an entrance,

not the groom!

- Mom?

- Hurry up, no excuses!

Deadbeat garbagemen!

Need a hand?

Did it have to be so big?

Why not get married in...

Y'know that little church on Blanger?

- With the Mussolini fresco?

- Yeah!

No...

Whatever.

All the empty churches.

They're being

turned into condos.

Yeah, Cline made one into a spa.

Exactly.

There are great deals in real estate.

REAL ESTATE

You know someone who's into it.

An Arab with a capital B.

A juicy B!

- Seriously?

You got it!

Bad?

f*cking Baddredine?

Relax.

You spoke to him?

Three days ago he was in that seat.

Move your a*s!

We've been stuck for 15 minutes!

You talked to Baddredine?

Wallah, I hadn't seen him

in ten years, I swear.

- You already talk like him.

- As if!

"Wallah, I hadn't seen him

in 10 years, I swear."

You worshipped him!

Big mistake.

- He's changed.

- My a*s!

- Why'd you see him?

- Why do you think?

He called when his Lexus broke down.

I bet it's stolen.

You're so r*cist.

He's big in real estate now.

Abderramane, Real Estate

A degree doesn't guarantee wealth.

What pays is business.

Import, export, bitcoin...

Real estate will make you rich, I swear.

You start with a dump,

you renovate it, and then...

the sky's the limit!

So what did Bad and his partners do?

They bought a presbytery for peanuts.

A what?

Never heard of a presbytery, man?

I swear!

It's just, zoning changes take time.

And you need a religious angle.

Bunch of morons!

Who'll buy it now?

Other morons.

Wake up.

He'll never change.

He's a two-bit hustler.

People change.

Everybody changes.

Except you, it seems.

Why do you bring up our number one enemy?

Sauron! Right before my wedding!

You overdramatize everything, Frodo.

All I'm asking for is a bit of empathy.

Is it zoned for religion?

The term is place of worship now.

Bad should start a sect.

Careful!

- I wish your dad were with us.

- Me too.

I'll park the Mustang.

It'll all be fine.

Dodi was late.

Does Vir want a divorce?

Alain!

Deep breath.

You look great.

Vir's stunning. Sun's out.

- What more do you want?

- A Mustang.

A Mustang. What else?

An MRI. I have these lumps...

Stop being a drama queen.

You don't have cancer.

You'll outlive us all.

It'll be fine.

You're such dicks!

- Ruby, it's my fault.

- Very sweet,

but stop defending him.

Yalla, my boy.

We'll let the guests in.

What are you doing?

The groom can't see the bride.

Can the bride kick his butt?

Bibou!

I can't see the bride!

We're innovating!

It's from arranged marriages.

So the guy couldn't back out

when he saw her.

- I could change my mind, too.

- What?

- He made it!

- Hi, how are you?

Really?

Unbelievable!

Selfish slobs!

24 hours before the wedding

TUXEDO

No.

No, Farah. No.

No!

- Bibou!

- Hi!

You good?

- Yeah, you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you?

- Y'know...

- You started packing?

Kind of, but...

Dodi, sh*t!

Sorry for scaring you.

Dodi came to see why

the AC is going whomp whomp.

Not again?

I think it's in your head.

I shut the breaker

and he still hears it.

I'm scared I'll go back on Xanax.

It's been coming back.

What's been coming back?

Alain, are you getting cold feet?

About the wedding?

Duh, what else?

No!

Vir, marrying you

is the best thing in my life, really.

It'll be a perfect day.

Are you getting cold feet?

We shouldn't have let things

get so complicated.

You are getting cold feet.

The Oratory!

The Mass, the big reception, your aunts...

Who needs it?

I agreed for you,

but if the wedding's making you...

Your aunt Nathalie keeps texting

about the table names.

Technically she's my cousin.

She's against "Shawinigan,"

says it's small town.

I'm not calling it "West Island"

just for her.

Alain!

I'm hungry!

You call this ful?

Shouldn't you be packing?

I've plenty of time.

What's wrong with my ful?

Using canned beans, really?

Your mom freaks

they'll turn your blood to water.

Dodi, a bean's a bean.

Gimme a break.

My dad made me ful twice a week.

With real beans.

And tomatoes.

Cucumbers.

Olive oil.

An egg.

Was your dad's ful good?

Yeah.

It's been four months.

It was no life, at the end.

Mom goes to see him often.

We could visit him

when I'm back from Egypt.

I haven't been to the cemetery.

I haven't seen his gravestone.

What's this mess, Alain?

My aunt!

How can anyone live in this filth?

People are so irresponsible.

They moved the bus stop on Jean-Talon.

I had to walk, I don't know,

maybe a kilometer.

Whenever I exert myself,

my chest tightens up.

- Should I see the cardiologist again?

- Not...

Tomorrow's the big day, kids.

You started packing.

Bravo, lots of undies

for diarrhea in Egypt.

What a handsome tuxedo!

Incredible!

Will you model it for us?

- No...

- Alain!

Come.

Have a look.

These crooks keep sending final notices

since I stopped paying my credit card.

I'm not going to pay that rate.

Do they think I'm an idiot?

Beans?

- They're...

- Are you crazy?

- I made ful...

- Your blood will turn to water.

That's just superstition.

No, favism isn't superstition.

It's real, trust me!

- I made them for...

- Aunt Nihad almost died. Pythagoras, too.

- I'm not him.

- Wallah!

And pick up your garbage!

So please shut it!

We make peace. As neighbors.

One toast and you scram?

I'LL QUIT IN EGYP30 minutes after the ceremony

- Alain, I'm sorry!

- Screw you.

Ask and you'll receive.

Check the ride, bro!

Happy now?

Mym's coming.

Everything OK?

My best man choked, but besides that...

The day's perfect.

It'll stay perfect.

He's a sweetheart.

Let's go.

Has Ruby left?

My lump's swelling.

It was the other side.

I'm serious.

So am I.

You started again?

For the weekend.

I'll quit in Egypt.

Here, it's cold.

Alouna...

I need to talk to you, habibi.

Lola, leave him to me.

- We'll start the ceremony.

- Later, Mom.

Then Angelo will serve the first course.

Dodi, where's Ruby?

So, at six, Angelo serves the first course

and I kick off the speeches.

Who goes first?

We'll start with Myriam,

then your parents, Virginie.

Next,

Elias, then Yolande...

No, not right after each other.

Yes, Alain.

Your parents signed a cease-fire.

It won't last.

Not one after the other.

I've accepted both your whims.

Our whims?

Three head tables, to separate

his mom and dad.

Beirut for Yolande.

Alexandria for Elias.

Addis Abeba for Virginie's family.

Addis Abeba?

Why not Timbuktu?

Each table has two chairs

reserved for you,

so you can circulate.

We're from Shawinigan.

douard, you speak last, OK?

Put him between

Mom and Dad.

Alain, I've had it with this crap

about your parents.

Come on, Nat. Please!

What's with the muzak?

Stick to the playlist!

Muzak? What playlist?

Go see your friends.

Hi, Grandma!

What are you doing?

Big B!

What's up?

- Having fun?

- Yeah.

Hi there.

llo, hi, kifkoun.

I hope everyone's having a great time!

You're still pissed

about the ceremony.

I get it, it's my fault. I'm sorry.

If I did this at your wedding,

you'd run me over.

And then back up and do it again.

But I'll never get married.

Ruby and I are done.

What?

I think.

What do you mean, done?

She left me.

- You're moving in tomorrow.

- We're in love.

But I'm not moving to the burbs.

Since when?

Since I told her about the condo.

What condo?

And now for the groom,

Alain Farah.

Alain, come join your bride

at the Addis Abeba table, ya khouya!

He's coming.

We'll talk.

I need you.

Vir and I have been friends

for over 20 years.

It was the last day of school...

Virginie noticed a little girl

crouched in the school yard.

She went over,

and saw the girl was crying,

next to a dead swallow.

The girl was me.

Virginie went, "Eww, it's full of germs!"

We got some branches to lift it up,

put it in a bag

and buried it behind the yard

under the oak tree.

We said the bird would watch over

all the kids in school.

We've been besties ever since.

People say we're like sisters.

I think it's more than that.

It's more because

we chose each other.

Now, Alain.

Only crazies would understand my project.

But smart crazies.

OK,

so now you're married.

Which means...

it's maybe time to think about

what comes next, my boy.

And, listen, I don't mean babies.

Sorry, just one sec.

You see, I bought a condo.

With Ruby?

No!

Sorry, I don't follow.

OK, the condo...

is... in the presbytery.

You're the moron?

With Baddredine!

- What's that?

- A negroni.

Your cramps!

I'm allowed to have fun.

And now the father of the groom,

Elias Shafik Farah!

Listen, it's a great investment, I swear.

The zoning's a problem.

But you can help us.

Do what you want with his stolen Lexus,

but leave me out.

Understand?

For you.

Hello?

Baddredine?

Bad, this isn't the time, my dad's...

Hello.

My name's Shafik Elias Farah.

I don't have the talent

of the previous speakers, I'm afraid.

So...

Alain was born 28 years ago.

The lottery was at 2 million.

The obstetrician was impatient

to get home and see if he'd won.

But Alain was slow coming out.

Alain's special.

You never know

what he's going to do.

I feel very humble

when I read my son's books.

And very proud.

Sorry.

Alain? Where you going?

He's always surprising me,

like now.

I don't always understand him,

or his choices.

But I'm learning.

I'm learning.

No matter your kids' age,

you still worry.

Please, not now.

This is the surprise

you've been promising?

Enjoy for once,

instead of always complaining.

Enjoy what? This isn't Venice.

It's not good enough for madame.

With all her money,

madame should take us somewhere else.

You're so smart.

For once we agree.

My god!

Alain, careful. You'll fall in!

Beirut, for a month?

Always the same!

"Lola, by the way...

I'm leaving tomorrow."

Did you hear that?

Know what your mom just said?

She hopes my plane crashes.

I hope it crashes too!

I wouldn't see her again!

In that case,

we'll forget about dinner.

- Mom!

- There!

No point in eating it!

Your cynicism can't penetrate

my indifference.

He thinks he's Victor Hugo!

And you're a drama queen!

You overreact to everything I say!

Stop screaming!

19 years before the wedding

SEXUAL DIFFERENTIATION

That's mine!

And the LPs stay here!

- Hello.

- Hello, sir.

Choose.

Those.

Not these?

Leave him be.

He made a very good choice.

Ok, those ones.

My dad and I can't eat almonds.

We get cramps.

We have a disease.

"Man is a wolf to man."

The envious take advantage

of our weaknesses.

Be discreet,

especially about your disease.

You must keep it a secret.

Always.

Understand?

It'll be our secret.

Just us two.

He comes here on his own.

What can I do?

His mother has custody.

A custodian must be responsible.

She obviously isn't.

It's a court order, Mr Farah.

Explain that to him.

Alain?

Are things OK?

And how's my wife?

Yolande is Yolande.

What?

I came to borrow my dad's camera.

Last time it was a drill.

Can I go now?

Excuse me.

Ma'am...

11 years before the wedding

- I hate how he looks at me.

- Who?

The coach.

- Did he hit on you?

- No.

It's just, he overdoes it.

Not just him, guys in general.

They're hitting on you. Wake up!

Guys who hit on me,

I spot 'em a mile away.

I've no time, or interest.

Constance, listen to me.

You can never trust guys.

They just want one thing.

Including you?

Me especially.

You're lousy with your hands.

That's not what Karima said.

No way! Did you two make out?

My dad had a stroke.

What?

Is he in hospital?

Hospital, ambulance. The works.

He didn't recognize Mom.

And you?

Enough to slap me

when I tried to calm him.

Dad'll never work again.

I have to work

at my uncle's bakery.

Like, weekends?

And mornings before school.

I'm sorry, Dodi.

Who's that?

Him?

Baddredine Abderramane.

His last school expelled him.

Alain?

That's hitting on a girl.

To seduce girls,

there's a fundamental rule.

You hold their gaze and say,

"I understand."

The magic word is

"I understand."

And you nod like this.

Even if you don't.

I swear.

She drops her guard

and you move in for the goods.

You're a manipulator, Bad.

Stop, Dodi. You'll get tetanus.

But,

if you don't want to look like a rookie

gotta educate yourself.

I can get you a DVD.

I don't want your stolen sh*t.

- What are you listening to?

- Tupac.

Hood music.

The sell-out thinks he's white.

My back's k*lling me and you don't care.

Be careful how you push this, you idiot!

Uncle?

Dodi's not a slacker, anything but.

He gets up before dawn,

works at the bakery,

runs your errands.

On top of his homework.

- Is he asleep?

- He tuned out.

Move your hips, my boy.

Yes!

You know, your dad was a very good dancer.

But you're dancing with me now,

not with him.

I hope you told him I'm dating.

I told him I'm worried

about you, ya momy.

You haven't been out in weeks.

You snitch!

Do you work for the Mossad?

I can't trust you!

Mom!

Please!

Alain?

Have any laundry?

My gym stuff in the hamper.

Farah, you OK?

Relax.

Going to spontaneously combust?

Don't joke, that's real!

Yeah, as real as yetis.

Seriously, Farah.

Defend yourself!

Check the pair on that chick.

Shh, my mom.

I can hear you!

You're so uptight, Farah.

You'll die a virgin.

Look who's laughing!

I'm obsessed with my car.

Not some girl, like you.

What do you mean?

The whole school knows.

Knows what?

You're in love.

You crazy?

Come on, bro!

You're so immature.

I'm the best!

I'm done, my stomach hurts.

It's always your stomach.

If anything goes wrong...

Bad, you're so full of sh*t.

You're hot for Constance,

admit it.

Constance is a friend.

It's platonic.

You don't know what friendship is.

Yeah?

You OK?

If you say she's just a friend,

I believe you, dude.

Close the door, please.

OK, boys. You can finish your game,

- but then you go home.

- Thanks, ma'am.

Seen Alain's pills?

He'll need a bag before he's 30.

A bag?

They make a hole here for...

What?

Your sh*t, duh!

No way!

Not a joke.

He spends his holidays in hospital.

What does he have exactly?

It's genetic,

they don't talk about it.

It's a disease of his auto...

Immune.

Yeah, immune system.

His white cells attack him.

Like Ripley in Alien.

Bad...

what girl will want him with a bag?

A girl with a bag, too.

He spends all his time with Constance.

He's crazy about her.

He makes up stories about other girls

so she doesn't know he loves her.

"Alain, go!"

I kiss her.

It works.

And she's, "Alain, stop!"

She told him she has

a crush on a guy.

Did she say who?

- C'mon, who?

- You don't know him.

She refused.

C'mon, please.

Her lips were solid.

- Her lips were sealed, Safi.

- What I said.

Cool on the outside, inside a volcano.

His guts are bleeding.

Bye, ma'am!

Mom!

Mom!

It's not working!

The doctor said the new medication

takes time to work.

It's not that. I feel it coming on.

I feel cold. It's hard to explain.

I'm scared.

You're not dying.

Alain,

quit freaking out.

It's a panic attack.

Lots of people have it.

My cousin takes pills for it.

I swear.

As soon as the boss sees an Arab...

Don't exaggerate.

Never happens to me.

Sure, you're fair-skinned.

It's not skin color.

It's your look.

So when I wear a tie and the guy

doesn't dare make eye contact...

it's my look?

- Sure.

- Right.

Right.

Hey, Farah!

Who's the boss?

- And this?

- That? Metronidazole.

I take four a day for abscesses.

It has a metallic aftertaste.

It's gross.

This one here?

5aminosalicylic acid,

a kind of anti-inflammatory.

Doesn't help,

but I take it from habit.

- Antispasmodic, calcium carbonate...

- And the pink ones?

They're for something else.

Is multiple sclerosis hereditary?

Why?

I don't have multiple sclerosis.

They said my dad has MS.

Sorry, Dodi.

Want to try codeine?

We're allowed to have fun, too.

What're you popping?

Codeine.

You selling?

10 bucks a pill.

Your name is not a number

or a letter

I close my eyes

I open my eyes

My gut still hurts

I close my eyes

I open my eyes

I'm 23 years old

Why does my stomach hurt?

I close my eyes

I open my eyes

I'm dizzy.

My heart's beating way too slowly

I close my eyes

I open my eyes

Your Body

1,000 Secrets, 1,000 Dangers

Alain?

I have to tell you.

I'm in love with Baddredine.

You're joking.

We're going out.

You're going... You mean...

Since when?

Four months.

Say something.

Say what?

The truth.

Are you in love

with me?

In love?

Bad says you've loved me

since the start,

that you're like other guys,

just more manipulative.

I said he was wrong.

But now I'm not so sure.

We swore we were just friends.

You lied to me.

How can you love that g*dd*mn manipulator?

A liar! A player!

- And a pusher!

- A pusher?

Yes, I love you.

Yes, the friendship routine was bullshit!

I've been crazy in love with you

for five years!

Are you blind?

Dodi.

- Yo, what's up?

- You good?

What's up?

And me?

Thanks.

If you say she's just a friend,

I believe you, dude. OK?

Seven hours before the wedding

We melt away like the snow

And my friend the rose

This morning told me so

I was born in dawn's blue

Baptized with dew

Happy and in love

And in the sun, crimson red

DOUARD AT NOON!

My petals spread

Then closed again at night

And I woke up old

Though beautiful I'd been

Yes

I'd been the prettiest of the flowers

in your garden

We melt away like the snow

NEVER GO TO BED MAD

And my friend the rose

Died this morning

The moon last night

Watched over my friend

And in my dream I saw

Her soul dancing

Radiant and unbowed

High above the clouds

Smiling at me

Clean up your garbage!

You don't live alone!

Believe it if you may

I need hope

Or else I'm nothing

And melt away

like the snow

As my friend the rose

Told me

yesterday morning

I hope you've got insurance, my friend!

- That's ketchup, mon ami.

- Suck my wiener!

Yes, Alain?

Alain?

Stop shouting!

Is this a problem?

What?

A problem for what?

The photos.

Shut your mouth and khalas.

But that's not the issue.

So what is?

You can't have an abscess in Cairo.

I'm tired, ya baba.

Have you finished packing?

This stuff happens only to me.

It's the evil eye.

That's how it is for us.

Dad, please.

I'm not talking about that.

Do you ever feel

the disease has robbed you?

There are things you do

and then regret.

Like what?

My marriage.

I shouldn't have.

Yalla, let's go.

Ruby?

Ru-Ru?

You only packed the fryer?

Gonna do the rest

tonight after the wedding?

It's cause I have very good news.

I was waiting to tell you.

I bought a condo.

I don't understand.

We move tomorrow.

I thought I told you.

I kept my lease.

You didn't break it?

We signed in March.

Renting is for losers.

You chose the paint in May.

- We're going to be owners.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I've painted day and night.

- The zoning's complicated.

- I didn't want to jinx it.

- Jinx what?

- Are you dumping me?

- No, I love you! But...

You love me, OK.

So instead of packing,

you buy a condo.

- And tell me the day before.

- It was a golden opportunity.

A golden what?

I don't want to live in a broom closet

in the f*cking burbs!

The enamel's cracked,

but you were lucky.

The pulp is intact.

I brought the tip.

Toss it.

I'll do a full restoration

with the latest composite resin.

Will it hurt?

Relax.

You're going to have a lovely day!

I'm afraid I don't have the talent

of the other speakers.

You'll have to endure my ad lib.

Is the wedding at St Sauveur Church?

St Joseph's Oratory.

The Oratory?

Can you get married there?

Shafik...

Did he agree?

Sure.

When I was Alain's age, one didn't

choose one's profession. One became...

a doctor, or engineer, or pharmacist...

or lawyer.

So...

you can understand my surprise

when my son told me that

later...

That later...

That later...

Know what they did

to the old church?

Sold it to Cline.

She turned it into a spa!

Can you imagine?

A spa!

You should go to the Melkite church.

No, I mean, it's outrageous!

Shafo?

Yeah?

Shafo!

Come here, please.

Everything OK?

Why are you letting him

go to the Catholics?

Why not the Greek church?

Alain's Maronite, like his mom.

The father's denomination

should take precedence.

You disappoint me, Shafik.

Look, Maronite, Catholic, Melkite...

Jesus is Jesus.

With that logic,

Jew, Muslim, Christian,

all the same.

God is God.

My in-laws are all Maronite.

So you let your ex boss you.

You pain my very soul

with this story.

We shouldn't talk religion.

Sorry, Shafik, but you're a coward.

It's because of people like you

that we lose our traditions

and the fundamentalists

outlaw Christmas trees.

Wali...

listen.

This morning my son faced a crisis.

A true friend,

you came to our assistance.

To thank you for your deep generosity,

I ask you to honor us

and attend the ceremony.

What?

And sit next to me at the dinner tonight.

I can't come to the church.

I have a tee-off at 2.30.

Sure.

But for tonight...

I can't refuse such an honor.

May the Lord preserve you.

A country of sheep!

I heard that.

Afraid I'd never visit?

It's just I was busy

f*cking everything up.

So now what?

Don't cry, Safi. Don't cry.

What's that?

Two f*cking grand!

I always knew you were the one.

From our first date, when we played chess,

or when you pretended to like my music,

the movies I watched.

You're truly the best.

One hour before the wedding

I'm eager to see

what life has in store.

I know, Alain.

Don't look at me like that.

I didn't get the Mustang.

All rides lead to Rome.

Get in.

C'mon!

The best day of your life.

A wedding is a chance to celebrate.

But it's also a chance to repair.

No, not repair.

It's the...

REAL ESTATE

You're trying to get sick?

We have 40 minutes.

- I wish your dad was here.

- Me too.

I'll park the Mustang.

Where were you?

Sorry, I was late.

You're sweet, but don't cover for him.

Nothing to say?

Sure you didn't forget anything?

Ruby, I understand

that you're still angry.

You left this on the can.

- No!

- Yes.

Ru-Ru...

You saved my life.

One ring

to rule them all.

douard Safi.

Alain's in the sacristy.

And where is the sacristy?

Down the nave,

behind the altar,

go in on the left.

- OK. And where's the nave?

- You're in it.

- Thanks.

- My pleasure.

Ru-Ru?

What's an altar?

Alain's at the altar.

I'm going to get him.

Yo, cuz.

Habibi!

Dude!

It'll be our turn soon.

I have a stitch.

It'll pass. Go with it.

- I'm dying, for sure.

- Alain!

No way. You're marrying

the woman you love.

Focus on that.

It's not that.

I'm going to have a panic attack.

Remember, take deep breaths.

Count the seconds as you inhale.

I'm scared.

You've had enough attacks

to know one thing.

What?

It always works out.

C'mon, easy does it.

Yes, take your time.

It's time.

Sorry, man.

No worries. You're OK.

You look better.

I wanted to say...

I love you, bro.

Let's go have fun.

The Lord be with you.

And with your spirit.

Marhaba.

Marhaba.

Dear relatives, dear friends,

what a joy it is to welcome you

to this sanctuary,

that's so precious for our community.

In Your kindness, pour out Your grace

on Virginie and Alain.

They stand at Your altar

to commit themselves

to each other in marriage.

Let us pray together that their love

may grow ever greater.

Lord our God,

in creating man and woman,

You willed that they become one.

Thus bind Virginie and Alain

in an undivided love...

You moron! You big moron!

Baddredine should start a sect.

Wake up, Safi!

The rings!

Wake up, Safi!

Quiet!

C'mon!

Go sit.

Leave this to me.

Now that the Liturgy of the Word

has been said,

I have to go on

to the exchange of consent.

Given the circumstances,

perhaps we could give the rings

at the signing?

Father,

let's wait a bit.

Your Eminence!

Can we sing an Alleluia in the meantime?

Not another!

Do you want to use ours for now?

Seriously, Dad?

They're wedding rings.

Fine.

Do something.

I demand the Eucharist, Father.

The Eucharist.

It would be a faux pas

before the consent.

Dodi!

Good!

Virginie, Alain, please rise.

You can finally

commit yourselves to each other.

Do you do so freely

and without constraint?

Thanks.

- Alain?

- Yes.

Which of your first names

do you want on the register?

Sorry?

Yes, he has two names.

It's been so long since

my husband and I have used

his official name.

- Your husband?

- What name?

Well,

your real name.

His surname?

His real given name.

What name, Mom?

Youssef Charbel.

It's normal not to use

your real name in daily life.

I use mine.

We wanted to integrate you.

It was your father who insisted.

Because of him,

I forgot your real name.

My name's Alain.

Alain,

my middle name is Echo.

Like the nymph?

The what?

Alain, listen to me.

Surnames come from the father.

Farah,

which means marriage, as you know.

Or joy.

Farah means joy.

Well, that remains to be seen.

You are a Farah.

You bear your father's name.

And his disease.

Yalla, let's finish this up.

Use all three names

and everyone will be happy.

There!

Ruby!

OK, everybody,

we're going to shout

Alain and Virginie!

Alain and Virginie!

Happy, guys?

Sure.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Come on, a '67 Chrysler 300!

Yeah, but it's not a Mustang Shelby GT.

It's the only American car I respect.

Show some respect for all I did.

Translation, por favor.

It means, beggars can be choosers.

Some beg for grants to write poems.

Merit grants that paid your rent.

Did I ever not repay you?

How much do you owe?

Easy, Bibou.

Dad left me $50,000 before he went.

That's wonderful, Dodi.

We're happy for you.

I see it as Dad lending me a hand

for a big project.

Ruby's pregnant?

No, she's not pregnant.

I hereby announce that...

I'll make my first million this year.

Bravo, Dodi!

Is Warren Buffet

your bookkeeper?

What do you know

- about money-making books?

- Sorry?

Let's just say your novel

won't be made into a movie.

That's not my goal.

You always talk about it.

There's no story, no punch.

From a guy who only reads Autoweek.

We're not all paid to do PhDs.

People stay poor because

they manage their money...

- like wusses.

- Vir!

Screw 'em!

So far it's been a so-so day.

It'll make for good stories.

Yeah?

I'd have done it with a few friends

by the side of a lake.

I hear you.

Vir?

Can I give you my present now?

Here?

Close your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Our swallow!

It came back.

Come.

C'mon!

I'll carry your train!

Move over!

What're you doing?

Let's make peace, man. It's over.

I'll never forgive you.

I'm lucky looks can't k*ll.

I dreaded seeing that glare.

Wali, I feel a lump here.

A discomfort if I brush it

with my tongue.

Lump or discomfort?

- Is it true everyone there honks?

- Non-stop.

- And after Cairo?

- Luxor!

I compared.

The repair's not the same shape.

You're from Cairo, Mr Wali, right?

What do you recommend?

My dear,

I stopped recommending Egypt long ago.

Don't exaggerate.

The irony is, both the Lebanese

and Egyptians have fled certain...

Let's call them "realities."

Which now come back to haunt us

and pursue us here.

It starts with girls playing

soccer in a hijab.

Then they start a petition.

Soon Qubecers won't be allowed to eat

poutine with pork.

Want to put back the crucifix

in the National Assembly?

Alain!

No.

Let him speak.

You forget where you're from.

That's your problem.

- I'm from here!

Don't act smart with me.

- Sure, a full-blooded Qubcois.

- I am Qubcois.

You're as "nice" as them?

Who, them?

We adapted.

Nobody did us any favors.

We redid all our degrees.

We followed all the rules.

Whereas them...

Them! Them that, them this!

That's demagogy!

I'm going to Beirut.

It's calmer there.

And my tooth?

Drop by if you feel discomfort.

You know I love you, right, kid?

So...

Now that you're married,

it's maybe time

to plan for what comes next, my boy.

My Youssef!

And just to be clear, I don't mean babies,

'cause I'm in no rush to become a grandpa.

My wife won't find sleeping

with a granddad very sexy, you know?

No, I wanted to talk to you about...

- Everything OK, dear?

- It's a perfect day.

What I've been trying to tell you,

I bought a condo.

With Ruby?

Stop, you've lost me.

Three months ago

you two signed a lease,

you painted, tomorrow you're moving in.

And this morning,

you say you bought a condo

and you're not moving?

Exactly. It's perfect.

Perfect? It's borderline schizo!

No, I mean you summed it up perfectly.

- But you left out what's essential.

- Namely?

We bought the presbytery.

The morons, that's you?

And Baddredine!

- What's that?

- A negroni.

- Don't, your tummy!

- I'm allowed to have fun.

And now for the groom's father,

Elias Shafik Farah!

Thanks, Naty!

You can help.

Not on your life.

But you already helped us.

How?

We'll start a sect.

Bad thinks your idea's genius.

That was him on the phone?

We'll transform the condos

into places of worship.

The bride awaits her spouse

at Addis Abeba.

Shawinigan!

Do what you want with his stolen Lexus,

but leave me out.

For you.

douard?

Is Farah with you?

Baddredine?

Farah, is that you?

Bad, it's cool to hear you,

but I don't know why Dodi put me on.

In your day, people respected decorum.

But they still got divorced.

- I don't have...

- Dodi invited me to your wedding.

But I can't come.

I hope you understand.

Alain?

Don't worry, Dodi. I got this.

What was that pill, Farah?

Alain?

I gave you a mega-antispasmodic.

That means your intestinal tract

will slow down so much,

you won't be able to sh*t for...

four, five days.

And while the sh*t

backs up in your gut,

you can think about what you did to me,

f*cking traitor!

I feel very humble

when I read my son's books.

And very proud.

He always surprises.

Like now.

See? My son's very spontaneous.

How long were you

going to pretend, as*h*le?

What is this?

You...

Don't pretend you don't know,

g*dd*mn clown!

Know what?

Constance!

I don't understand.

You'll get sick, bro.

I'm not your bro!

Alain, stop!

Thought I'd take your sh*t

without saying anything?

What?

Get off me, Dodi!

Let's beat it.

We can't leave him like this.

If you haven't crapped in a week,

go to a hospital.

You'll learn to live with your sh*t.

I swear!

Let's go.

Dodi,

it's him

or me.

Choose.

In closing...

In closing,

my dad loved to quote

this Egyptian proverb...

My dear friends,

Virginie, Alain...

enjoy this lovely evening, since...

You were right, abouya...

This life we're plunged into

is a trap...

a trap that slumbers

in the prison of time.

I love you, my son.

I'm proud of you.

The groom's back!

I hope you left because you had

an urgent case of diarrhea, my love.

And that it's out of your system.

Now go see your dad.

He was wonderful. And moving.

And he didn't deserve that.

Yo, you OK?

Thanks.

You're shaking, Alouna.

Dad, I'm sorry. I needed some air.

Is it your stomach?

I'm allowed to have fun.

Alcohol won't help you.

What will?

The people here.

They love you.

What more do you want?

Baddredine's coming.

- Baddredine?

- He's coming here, to my wedding.

Why so late?

You don't get it.

Baddredine.

Baddredine?

- Bad!

- I know.

Dodi's partner, he's in real estate now.

What?

You're staying with me.

- Lovely speech, Eli.

- Thanks.

You were so elegant.

Too bad your son played Houdini

and vanished.

What's with you two?

You're not normal.

Expect us to fight at your wedding?

I told Alain that life is beautiful.

Right, Lola?

Today? Yes.

Do you hear that

whomp whomp sound?

- Lola?

- Yes.

You're next.

Alain,

I have to talk to you alone.

Come. Excuse us, Eli.

I'm ashamed.

Ashamed, why?

I have powers.

Powers?

OK.

What powers?

I can break people.

How do you break them?

- The evil eye, of course.

- Mom, stop it!

If someone hurts me,

God punishes them.

Sorry, I'm not interested.

What about your dad?

What about him?

His disease.

He had it

before he met you.

And you said you have to envy people,

to put the evil eye on them.

But I did envy him

for not having to look after you.

For his career, for being successful.

For leaving me the responsibilities,

the doctors,

prescriptions...

- That's what you wanted to say?

- No, it's not that.

Sit down.

Did you know that

before you were born,

your dad and I went dancing

every Thursday and Friday

at the Crazy Horse, after work?

I want you to know

we had happy times together.

I'm proud of you, my son.

I know your dad's proud of you, too.

If I were to die tomorrow,

I want you to keep one thing in mind,

the only thing that truly counts.

Tell me, ya mama.

I've forgiven you for everything.

I forgive you.

You forgive me?

Yes.

That's my gift.

- Forgive me for what?

- Everything.

f*ck you!

- I'll be right back.

- Alain?

Alain?

She was born in Addis Abeba.

Now I understand.

Understand what?

All this.

This is her wedding, her childhood dream.

She's frustrated at being single at 45.

Vir, you made her cry.

It's time for your mom's speech.

Wanna French me, too?

You f*ck up everything.

And you're munching benzos like candy.

You tell me what to do with my life,

my money.

But when I mention my dream project

you dis me.

'Cause you resurrected Baddredine.

- Long before that.

- And invited him!

You ruined

the most important day of my life.

No, you did that.

- You're just mad.

- Yeah, mad at you.

You're always mad.

At your dad and mom,

the planet, your illness...

Add me to the list.

What's it change?

Your mom wants you

to hear her speech.

Yeah.

Sure.

Your hand's clammy.

Having fun?

So, now it's time for the speech

by the groom's mom,

Yolande Safi.

Can you hear me?

Hello.

Hello!

Since it's a big day for you, Alain,

and your Virginie,

allow me to read a poem

that I wrote for my son.

He says poems don't have to rhyme,

that the emotion should guide

the hand over the page.

Alright...

My nephew

has asked to talk now,

he says it's important.

And since I can never say no to him,

I'll let him speak now.

- Thanks.

- Yalla, habibi.

Is everybody good?

Yeah!

Alain and Virginie...

We were born in the same hospital.

Who knows,

maybe they switched us by mistake.

Maybe we're living each other's lives.

Don't worry, I'm not moving in.

Can I get a negroni?

I lost my notes,

but I remember what I wrote.

A marriage is a promise.

A promise to love each other,

forgive each other,

and continue to move forward in life.

You're hurting me.

Right.

When we love,

nothing can break us.

Even if we don't always say everything.

Or say things wrong.

But today that's going to change.

Tonight, even.

My gift to you, my brother,

is the gift of peace with the past.

I hope you know the joy I feel...

Vir...

-...at having you in my life.

Vir...

I think...

Somebody, help!

Is there a doctor here?

Don't panic, I'm a dentist.

I'm not your brother!

Thought I'd take your sh*t

and do nothing?

It's hard to be your friend.

What?

Alain?

Alain?

It's hard to be your friend, Alain.

What do you think?

Let him have it!

Rise, my son!

Alain, you were gone!

Holy Christ!

Thanks.

Excuse me.

OK now, what's your name?

This a joke?

Answer the doctor!

Alain

Youssef Charbel Farah.

You take his pressure

on his arm?

Yeah, always.

What did you eat today?

A croissant this morning,

fries at noon, and...

I saw him drinking wine.

- Take his blood pressure on his calf.

- Yolande!

- Lola, I'm a pharmacist.

- And Wali cleans teeth.

This could be serious.

He needs an EKG.

- Dodi?

- At your service.

Is Bad coming?

No. Want me to invite him?

OK.

Another time.

- His pressure's fine.

- It's fine.

It could be a heart attack.

No. Mom, it wasn't a heart attack.

- So, he's 28...

- No other symptoms...

Typical vagal shock.

I see one of these a month.

I wonder why.

Everyone, he just fainted.

I'm not an imbecile.

I had heart surgery.

You check pressure on the calf.

Yolande, please.

I realize your concern,

- given your medical history...

- Pardon?

My history?

If you want to talk about history,

what about his father's Crohn's disease?

Yolande, shut up!

Dad!

Kindness,

never violence.

Yolande,

shut up.

See how he demeans me?

Mom's right. Crohn's...

We both have Crohn's disease.

Call a spade a spade.

It's not shameful, or the evil eye.

It's not our fault.

Thanks. I'm good!

I'll be OK, thanks.

I'd like to hear your speech.

It's too late.

People are tired,

they want to have fun.

I'll put it in your pocket.

Too bad, you've a gift for poetry.

Yeah.

Now I'm gifted.

For better and for worse.

Is the worst behind us?

The best is yet to come.

I'll quit in Egypt

Gimme that.

- I'll give you a lift.

- No thanks.

But put on your shoes.

Impossible, they're k*lling me.

Since the cemetery...

- Have I told you I respect her?

- OK, listen to me for a sec.

I'll help you with your condos.

I'll invent a sect,

I love inventing stories.

But tomorrow, you move in

with the woman you love.

Deal?

Deal.

I know it's hard

being my friend.

But I love you. Forgive me.

Wallah!

Thanks, bro.

I love you.

- Me too.

- Congratulations.

It's the first thing I saw

when I arrived here.

The purple light bathing the clouds.

It made an impression.

What was it that your dad said

about prison and time?

Life is a trap

that slumbers in the prison of time.

But Grandpa said another thing

that's even more important.

What?

Never go to bed angry.

My dear Alain,

why not seize this chance

to say things

I've never told you?

We desired you for a long time,

my son.

Despite everything, you still remain

the fruit of our love.

Alain,

accomplish what I did not accomplish.

Fulfill what I was unable to fulfill.

Love as much as I loved.

Express out loud

what I whispered silently.

Love your wife.

Don't speak to her with violence.

Respect her.

She's your equal, Alouna.

She'll be the roof of your house,

the mother of your children,

your most precious friend.

LOVELY DAY