pure blood genius

Aryanna 2022-04-22 07:01:02

Fast three-hour movies are really not suitable for watching in this day and age. After watching the whole film, I didn't feel depressed or regretful. It seemed like a genius, so I immediately listened to Mozart's playlist. The jealousy of others, the innocence of oneself. It seems that he is a character that only appeared in those times.

What makes people feel really good is the way the writers and directors work. While laughter may seem to make Mozart's grace or feel out of touch with that relatively distant era, it is, in my opinion, a very deep memory. This is a genius in the director's eyes, uninhibited, childish, with sharp laughter out of time, kissing the hand of the grateful person like kissing a holy object, and burning himself into the work. It looks a bit like a bloody drama.

Mozart in the film seems to have very superficial feelings towards people. There is no pretense of giving up what for who, everything is for composing. Duplicitously saying that money is the most important thing, or can't stand people, dogs and barking around when I play the piano. To be rich is to live, and to live is to make music. And those feelings for wives, fathers, and friends seem to maintain a sense of security as a human being. The only place where I felt that he had human-like emotions was probably the scene where he kissed his son's cheek in the middle of the night. At that time, he was really, very kind.

Salieri said he found a way to kill Mozart by having him write a Requiem. Because he found that all his pieces have emotional carriers, and this carrier is Mozart himself. The inspiration for the Requiem is also to gradually pull away his own soul, burning his soul on the podium with a pale face, burning his soul to the ground, and adding a wife's kiss at the end, which seems a bit romantic.

The whole movie is connected with gods, prayers, repentance, etc. Express some so-called freedom, so-called pursuit or God-given and so on. But in Mozart, there is no reflection. When he told His Majesty about "The Marriage of Figaro", he said that he was vulgar, but his music was never. It is an innate purity. Health, just to bring precious them.

Such pure blood seems to be impossible in this era, so I admire it very much. Imagine being alone in your room doing only one thing a week and a month, and this thing is done in a way and then the same thing, more than 30 years. Thinking about it is going crazy.

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  • Hester 2022-03-25 09:01:05

    The gorgeousness of the form and the pungency of the core are such an absurd and determined combination. This is not an orthodox biography of Mozart, but a top fable about the true nature of human nature; Forman’s rhythm control and detailed depiction are truly brilliant. As if it had been rigorously and precisely calculated, but this also made the film a bit less slanderous.

  • Kailyn 2022-03-25 09:01:05

    The film’s music application is truly unique. It matches the life of a musical genius with abundance of music, and analyzes the music scores almost line by line to help the audience understand Mozart’s work, so as to understand his heart better, and the one who knows himself best is often the evenly matched opponent. , The greatest genius has no dark corners and does not know how to calculate. His death is the greatest punishment God will give you. This is a classical and heavy music long poem. This is a long confession | 20170507@影城巨幕 | 20170507@影城巨幕Rewatch

Amadeus quotes

  • Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: I am fed to the teeth with elevated themes! Old dead legends! Why must we go on forever writing about gods and legends?

    Baron Van Swieten: Because they do. They go on forever. Or at least what they represent. The eternal in us. Opera is here to ennoble us. You and me, just the same as His Majesty.

  • Antonio Salieri: [reflecting upon a Mozart score] On the page it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse. Bassoons and basset horns, like a rusty squeezebox. And then suddenly, high above it, an oboe. A single note, hanging there, unwavering. Until a clarinet took over and sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I'd never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God.