Copying Beethoven

Opal 2022-03-20 09:02:38

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Copying Beethoven, actually translated as "Beethoven in Love", is completely inconsistent with the content! I think it's just to win the curiosity of the Chinese people; or do nothing at all, just too lazy to spend the thought of a good translation. I don't want to call this kind of translated name that is only in line with the eyeball economy effect. A literal translation of "Copy Beethoven" would be blunt and imprecise. So use the original name.

A "copy" should be understood as having a double meaning. Anna, a 23-year-old female student who came to Vienna to study and dreamed of becoming a composer, went from being a copiest of Beethoven's scores, to being able to accurately predict and imitate his compositions, to being able to guide the deaf as a mirror In the end, he directed the entire performance, and ultimately it was not so much a copy, but rather a connection and understanding on the level of talent and spirituality.

But the first thing I felt was the shock brought by the music itself. There are different works of Beethoven from different periods flowing through the whole film. Even if I don’t know it very well, I can still feel that classical music makes a film with a gentle and meticulous style even more nostalgic and elegant in the European 19th century. The one that Beethoven and Anna co-conducted was like a small climax, a pure symphony performance that lasted for five or six minutes, so that I still felt a strong shock when I experienced it without good sound equipment. Maybe in addition to the music, there is also the input of the musicians, and the input of the actors' performances.

The spiritual power of spiritual communication is beyond the nouns that can be used to express in the ordinary sense. His wildness angered and even hurt her many times. But because of this strength, he was even willing to give up his usual arrogance and humiliate her; because of this strength, every time she finally came back to him again. This is not a simple relationship between a man and a woman. If it is described as a general "love", it is simply vulgar; it may sometimes resemble a year-old friendship between a teacher and a friend, but it is many times stronger.

However, in this transparency, there is also a kind of tender and subtle emotion. This kind of emotion is not like anything, just like classical music, like his smile with closed eyes, like her dark long skirt with folds, set off in the unique European literary atmosphere, exudes ambiguous, calm and moving of beauty.

She and all this music, power, emotion that she brought, along with a talented musician, has walked the last three years of her life. In fact, it is more like watching a biographical movie, but only intercepted the later life.

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I want to talk about Ed Harris, the actor who played Beethoven.

Hollywood veteran actors, not handsome. I know him from watching "The Rock", which translates to "Brave the Deadly Island" or "Rock-shattering", probably ten years ago. He played the veteran who fought for the rights of the government for the fallen soldiers. Although he went to extremes and became the leader of the terrorists, he was still very charming in character. The sentence "I am a soldier!" All dignity and choice are contained in the words and expressions. Not to lose to Sean Connery. Later, I have always played more supporting roles, and I have never been red and purple. I saw an exclusive interview with him by chance, and he didn't mind, and was satisfied with a happy life with a balanced career and family.

This time, I think he's finally playing the leading role... But it is such a celebrity leading role whose talent is known to the whole world, but is half deaf and half crazy. Whether it is the performance of his talent or temperament, it is quite difficult. of.

However, old actors are old actors. The talent and talent of the musician (especially the conductor scene), the flawed part and the charming part of the character, the sometimes eager and sometimes introverted cherishing of feelings between the rude and wild, are all vividly portrayed, and the proportion is just right. .

In fact, this time his style is so subversive that if it wasn't written in the title, I wouldn't have recognized it at all.


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  • Marcelino 2022-04-23 07:03:57

    Behind every successful man is a great woman, and Anna Hotz is that one, copying the music of God, copying the soul of genius. "God sent you to me so that I could pass the notes to you through the cracks in the railings of my cell. You are the key to my release."

  • Elody 2022-04-22 07:01:48

    You will never understand the hysterical roar of a lunatic unless you become a lunatic. In the middle of the night, I was in high spirits, and the Ninth Symphony, which lasted nearly ten minutes, was really shocking, and my blood was boiling and running wildly. It's time to enjoy the symphony~~~

Copying Beethoven quotes

  • Ludwig van Beethoven: I'm a very difficult person, Anna Holtz, but I take comfort in the fact that God made me that way.

  • Ludwig van Beethoven: [conclusion--Beethoven is describing his "Song of Thanks to the Deity"] No key. It's common time, molto adagio, sotto voce. First violin, quarter notes. Middle C up to A. Measure. G up to C, tied, F. Second violin, bar two. Middle C up to A. Double note E, G, C. Viola clef, 2B pressed. It's a hymn of thanksgiving to God, for sparing me to finish my work. After the pianissimo, the canon resumes. First violin takes the theme. Viola, C to A. It's growing, gaining strength. Second violin, C to A, an octave higher. Then the struggle. First violin, C, up an octave, and then up to G. And the cello, down. Pulled down. Half notes, F, E, D. Pulled constantly down. And then, a voice, a single frail voice emerges, soaring above the sound. The striving continues, moving below the surface. Crescendo. First violin longing, pleading to God. And then, God answers. The clouds open. Loving hands reach down. We're raised up into heaven. Cello remains earthbound, but the other voices soar suspended, for an instant in which you can live forever. Earth does not exist. Time is timeless. And the hands that lifted you caress your face, mold them to the face of God. And you are at one. You are at peace. You're finally free.