The 1994 film was shot like the 1984 Amadeus - maybe some people even retorted "How can it compare to "Mozart"? The director's narration is very calm, and I see beauty in it, the beauty that is unique to Baroque art, the gorgeous beauty, the dizzying and suffocating beauty. The joy of that era was built on the sorrow of those castratos.
"In my eyes, you are just a singing machine." Handel said with contempt and unwillingness. For the first time I've seen people hate because of music, and of course it's not just because of music. When the castrato commits suicide in the opening chapter, it's as if the entire movie has been told - gorgeously but sadly to the point of a sigh.
This film mentions everything: art, human nature, material desires, family affection. However it's not the point. When Farinelli sang songs that would never have been in that era - as his brother put it "his whole expression became divine" - I just had to use the word "appreciation" to describe it Come on. Even twisting God's creation for a perfect voice? Give up your dignity? He has nothing but singing. When even his brother was shouting "Castrato! Castrato!" outside the window, the woman who loved him drew all the curtains, the room suddenly became dark, and he also lost all sunlight.
Even so, the director did not give up the music, the grieving castrato and the master finally reconciled, and the lonely younger brother and older brother also released their previous suspicions. Even so, I sighed.
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