That world has passed, and a new world has begun. Some people broke out, and more people fell apart.
Andrei, once the conductor of the Bolchoï Music Group, was unwilling to discontinue his performance with the violinist-Jewish. At a Tchaikovsky concert, the authorities broke off the baton in public, and then bid farewell to the music scene. For cleaners.
The other people in the band also ended up: some became ambulance drivers, some became hawkers, fruit sellers, porters, museum janitors, taxi drivers, wanderers... People are really wonderful animals, and the world has changed. Then, people can change accordingly.
It's just that people's inertia is different. Some people change fast, while others cannot change. Everyday Andre thinks about the Tchaikovsky who did not go on, so he often takes the opportunity to listen to music rehearsal; Ivan has always embraced the communist dream of cent pour cent in his heart, and hesitated to spend money in reality. Organize activities again and again.
Paris had a chance to perform. André called everyone together. Like a virus, he infected almost everyone at a time and participated in the procession to Paris.
It is called a "virus" because of such madness. Only viruses have such a powerful ability to infect-they are all infected by "going to Paris", and they have ghosts in their hearts.
In the Soviet Union, passion has spawned a batch of pure artists; in Paris, money has cultivated a batch of audiences who understand art.
The combination of the two gave birth to a different shape.
When Andre told Anna about his past, Anna said that he was crazy, and if she participated in such an inevitably failed performance, then she was going crazy with him. Their failure is also inevitable, and success depends on luck. It was Anna, with her own strength, that awakened the souls of those former bands again.
It is also under the influence of Anna that the seemingly beautiful orchestra is truly "infected" and the performance can be successful. She is indeed the elf who brought the orchestra into the sky.
The film is full of nostalgia, occasionally showing love and hate towards communist ideals and sincerity, as well as hate and love towards the reality of capitalism.
But there is another thing that is most easily overlooked in movies, and that is that success cannot be separated from the true talents of everyone. Although they were just down-and-down ambulance drivers, homeless people, or Jewish old slickers, they were shameless and greedy for petty gains, but in their bones they were members of the Moscow Orchestra. The final success of the performance did not depend on luck and touch. It's strength. How could this concert be a success if everyone used art to decorate like the nouveau riche who was struggling to make a fortune?
ps: When watching a movie, I can’t help but think of last year’s movie: "The Piano of Steel"
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