Not a movie review

Darius 2022-03-20 09:01:09

First of all, this is not a film

review at all. The following is my personal advice for people who are going to see it. Please don't be misled by the Chinese translation of the name, and treat it as a biography.
In my opinion, the protagonist of the story is not Mozart, nor is it the Mozart in history. Why is it not directly called Mozart? Instead, I used the middle name, Amadeus, which means "God's darling" in Latin. I think it just borrowed the name Mozart, this life, to tell a story about another person who is not God's favorite.

After reading a lot of comments, those who are more familiar with the historical facts of Mozart, the more they are less absorbed in this movie, and are struggling with what this movie really wants to express. Please don't judge it with the eyes of a biographical movie, otherwise it would be unfair to this movie or to the historical Mozart.

By the way, I love its details the most, it can withstand repeated reading.

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Extended Reading
  • Sigrid 2021-10-20 19:01:05

    The movie joins a third party of God out of thin air, Salieri confessed to the priest, attributed Mozart's talent to God's gift, and regarded his jealousy as a confrontation against God. Without this perspective, the entanglement between the two is only entanglement. Joining the level of God becomes the destiny of geniuses transcending the age.

  • Beaulah 2022-03-23 09:01:09

    Too upright, too upright. The art is exquisite, and the drama has a degree of relaxation. The relationship between sound and picture is a model of "spatiality of sound". In fact, afterwards Mozart and Salieri both had a sigh of sympathy. Two of them, one was misunderstood by God and the other was misunderstood by the world. The last paragraph of "forgiveness mediocrity" is very tense...

Amadeus quotes

  • Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: [suddenly realizing] My music... they started without me!

  • Antonio Salieri: [to Father Vogel] So rose the dreadful ghost from his next and blackest opera. There, on the stage, stood the figure of a dead commander. And I knew, only I understood that the horrifying aparition was Leopold, raised from the dead! Wolfgang had actually summoned up his own father to accuse his son before all the world! It was terrifying and wonderful to watch. And now the madness began in me. The madness of the man splitting in half. Through my influence, I saw to it Don Giovanni was played only five times in Vienna. But in secret, I went to every one of those five, worshipping sounds I alone seem to hear. And hour after hour, as I stood there, understanding how that bitter old man was still possessing his poor son even from beyond the grave. I began to see a way, a terrible way, I could finally triumph over God.