The film’s shaping of Beethoven is a bit shy and hurried, unable to visually show a fresh and intact Beethoven to the audience, full enough but cracked, but fortunately not broken. And the great music master I saw, first of all, was a person who never stopped loving.
It is a pity that his way of expressing love is sometimes too sharp, and his heart is too sensitive, and in the world at that time, no one can fully understand him, a person forged by pure love and music. In the depths of his soul, there is a pure land that belongs only to him and the muse of music. If anyone can see and appreciate this pure land without disturbing it, he might be able to understand him.
Many tears. Gary Oldman's gentle eyes are always cautious and clear, for fear of touching every piece of scenery. The Beethoven in my impression is always angry, screaming at fate and pain, but his Beethoven is more like a person who internalizes pain into infinite passion, rather than resisting outward. Obviously, he often conflicted with his surroundings at that time. Nor is it cynical. His love is pure, without resentment, no matter how loud he roars, no matter how loudly he stretches his arms to choke fate's throat, I can't see resentment.
Classic fragment: Ode to joy, young Beethoven running in the woods at night, freedom in front of him, lying on the lake, looking up at the stars, the whole universe is full of excitement and tranquility.
At that moment, his soul had found its home.
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