It's hard not to think so, how can they hide these huge talents in their most ordinary and even humble lives. After racing against time for their livelihoods and blushing every day, they can still play these noble music peacefully. Wouldn't they think of their past and the helplessness of reality? They may no longer have the hope of playing on stage and spreading these melodies to the true music lovers in the world, which must contain great bitterness and difficulty. After they formed the orchestra, they walked along the road to the airport and headed to Paris. Everyone was wearing a coat and carrying a musical instrument box, just like an expeditionary army in the past. It made me sad. But this time they are heading towards the deficiencies of the past, towards a memory scene that may be reproduced... But this is definitely not just a matter of historical reproduction, nor is it a simple nostalgia and dream. I feel that some things, such as the soul, such as the purest emotions, are eternal. Even if the means of earning a living have changed, even if the times have become a restless year where only the so-called "rich landlords" and gangs fight each other. I remember there was a sentence in the "Pipe Organ · Watching and Reading". The author said that the most noble art is often inseparable from the humblest crafts of life. I want to use it here.
The most impressive was the conductor’s wife. This is really a real and powerful woman, who seems to be dedicated to supporting scenes and attracting audiences. At the beginning, when the conductor bleakly recalled the past thirty years ago, I couldn't help but mistakenly thought that she did not understand her husband's situation, which was another helplessness and weakness factor in life. At the time, she was talking about herself, her job, the money she earned, and her retirement life in the fancy kitchen. But when she said: If you divorce you without going to Paris for a concert, I couldn't help but smile. It is true that she knows nothing about art, and quarrels with people roughly like a man. However, she spoke for her husband at a critical moment and spared no effort to help persecuted musicians. As for the last concert, it was neither the beautiful violinist nor the conductor who really moved my feelings, but the ordinary woman who cried before the TV broadcast.
To be honest, the last concert made me feel a little bored, perhaps because of the tears that shed too much on the stage. In the eyes and enthusiasm of two thousand people, it is inevitable that one person is a little bit "crazy". Places like the theater have rendered people's feelings hypocritical and flashy. I think that beautiful violinist is too young, otherwise there would be no obvious difference between music and life. Those gypsies who have been wandering for hundreds of years, they don’t teach skill, fingering, or play Paganini pretentiously, which can be regarded as a lesson for people about humility and life. Although she said: the concert is not a psychotherapy, she eventually participated in the performance, perhaps because she realized that the nature of the suffering is not what she thought: if a concert can really make people forget the past, it would seem like It's absurd, or it's not suffering in the true sense. We are built on our own past, and if we lose history, we lose ourselves. I don't believe that the conductor will be able to feel relieved for Leia and them from now on, or he has passed on this feeling to the violinist, Leia's daughter. But this memory of suffering does exist anyway. No one guarantees that music can heal anything. It is not that suffering will inevitably create great and peaceful music. It is also likely to destroy a person... So I think the turning point is that after she made up her mind, she listened to the conductor’s previous recording of Mahler First. . While trying to figure out his musical ideas, she also explored his deep emotions.
In any case, these people have survived huge sufferings by virtue of their innocence and kindness. Lea and Isaac, who were exiled to Siberia 30 years ago, may be true celestial couples, beautiful, talented, and never surrendered. Their final destiny is also moving, but the conductor and his wife are not a pair. Good couple? Are they not just examples of the integration of great art and ordinary life? Isn't it a harmony between the fragility of art and the shelter of a fearless attitude toward life? Maybe there are not so many Leias and Isaacs in the world, but there must be many ordinary people like this. Another example is the cellist driving the ambulance, and the bloated, old wind-winding women.
So in Paris, even though everyone is a bit selfish and has some problems, such as the hilarious Jewish father and son, they started doing small businesses everywhere in Paris, regardless of rehearsal, but the conductor tolerated this without complaint. These 30 years of ordinary life have left a mark on people, or it may be due to nature, but they are unavoidable, and the conductor must understand this. Even if it was messy before the official opening, as long as the music was together, the purest and deepest resonance would immediately swell, attract each other, and finally smashed away. Regardless of whether it was thirty years ago or thirty years later, these things transcended time and space, did not die or fail. It is heartbreaking to think of this.
Therefore, the text message left in the name of Leia should not be regarded as a core function, rather it is the last piece of the collective puzzle. Everyone's most trivial story deserves the same respect, even the Communist who was misused in those days. It’s not difficult for me to understand why the conductor forgave him for his past actions from the beginning. Seeing that he couldn’t find his way on the streets of Paris, he looked like a countryman, but when he talked about the past, he excitedly took out thirty years ago. I can’t help but sympathize with him deeply in the old stuff of the era of “100% turnout”. Fortunately, he stayed at the end to listen to the concert. Although it was a bit of a mistake, I was very grateful for luck. I didn't let him see the sluggish party meeting. Instead, their spirit and their common pursuit of purity resonated and merged strongly on the stage.
In fact, during watching this movie, I mistakenly estimated several places, but this made me feel relieved after watching it. Fortunately, the conductor has never been involved in any romantic affairs, and the communist is also a very kind, but a little stubborn person. Perhaps the happy ending of a comedy is somewhat of a suspicion of magnifying the probability, but at least it gives people hope. In ordinary and even humble life, these unknown sufferings impact these ordinary musicians like an undercurrent. But they still pursued the "last chord" tenaciously, the moment that let them fly into the air. Although sometimes it's like a flash of fire in the dark, many people pay the price to catch it. These courage to live, in fact, many people have never lacked.
Finally, I want to talk about the sentence written in the title. Great suffering and ordinary music, or it should be ordinary suffering and great music, whatever, these people's sincerity towards life and art can not help being awe-inspiring.
Another: I feel that this impression is really too difficult to write, and I have changed it countless times. One is because the technique of writing reviews is too bad, and the other is because perhaps the "big" and "purity" of the theme expressed in "Le Concert" is unable to fill the gaps in language. Although the details are chaotic and scrambling to squeeze out, they are always deeply inadequate. I am afraid that this simplest thing cannot be expressed in a listed way. Just like Calvino said about the role of mythology, there is no need to add various explanations, just repeating its language is enough. In repetition, they exist and enrich.
View more about The Concert reviews
