From the feeling, as long as it is a movie that uses Schubert's music, there is no need to think about a happy ending.
Schubert, unlike many classical music representatives who were raised by the nobles, was poor all his life and lived on the support of his friends. Therefore, even in the passages that sounded peaceful, there were still some sadness lurking in his music. ,sad. The splendid and luxurious classicism of the 19th century has come to an end, and the last bright color has bloomed. Music and musicians, as the most metaphysical part of art, depend the most on the support and support of the aristocrats who spend a lot of money. Unfortunately, Schubert, the musician who would later be called the "King of Songs", had no fixed career or income, except for having worked part-time in his father's piano school, and he had no fixed career or income. Sadness always affects the style of this musical genius.
Schubert is really ugly, born prematurely, malnourished, and only 1.58 meters in adulthood, which is very different from the personable musicians in the impression, such as Mozart, who also died of poverty. He is smart, cheerful and brilliant, but more quiet, simple and sincere.
Regarding love, the love of musicians is always talked about. Schubert has neither background nor money. Which girl would fall in love with him? So, in the 31 years of Schubert's life, there is no record of his love, except for the legend that he eventually died of syphilis. But as the "King of Songs" hailed by later generations, how could Schubert not long for love? A lot of his music describes love, and most of the movies that use his music as soundtrack are also movies about love, although the love in those movies, like Schubert's own love, is incomplete and imperfect, deep and dilapidated.
Bresson's film, and even almost all of his films, are like the sadness in the peace and reality, even if there are some conflicts, even in the interpretation of life and death. It's gray, gray power, like a bone-turning palm. I just saw it and didn't realize it. When I woke up the next morning, thinking about it for a while, vomited three liters of blood.
The lonely corner of the valley, Schubert's love, has been longing for spring, although spring will never come. . . . . .
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