Beethoven's Nephew
On Michael's good advise, I got my hands on the movie "Beethoven's Nephew", a much better film, I think, than the overly emotional, inaccurate, chick flick, IB. It does not, as IB does, portray The Master as a drunken lunatic, but more of the curmudgeon we know him to be. Johanna is portrayed as amiable, inept and as loose as we know her to be. B's friends tolerate him as we hope they would have. The events that are accurate occur out of order and in the wrong locations, the people they occur with are not the correct people, the fellow who plays the nephew doesn't act but looks serious and pouts like a Calvin Klein ad. I didn't say I loved it.
IB is a pretty movie, Gary Oldman, the dresses, the scenery. We Americans like to romanticize anything European and American girls who work 8 hours a day and do laundry and dishes all night like to daydream about the pretty dresses and horses and carriages and handsome men in knee breeches. My daydream is always interrupted by the realities of wigs dusted with insecticide, no hot running water(I think B was the only person getting a regular bath in Vienna), no medical care except for bleeding and leeches, my personal favorites, no birth control save for sponges and lemon juice and no anesthesia during childbirth. Bah humbug, I am not the champion of the chick flick nor the romance novel and I certainly don't favor this stuff at the expense of The Master. Did IB show one positive thing about B? Call me crazy, with so many interesting, factual things that could shown in a movie about B, why do they have to make things up? Because filmmakers think Americans are so dumb they can't appreciate subtleties and because attention spans are so short(thanks to the filmmakers)that it's a race to make their point before the audience leaves to watch a Schwarzenegger film. So you think it's a good thing to expose people to B in this form. I've seen 100 posts on various B forums from people who think that movie is a true story. Oh, but perhaps they're on the path to enlightenment.
Better to have a concert tour of B's music with half naked podium dancers, flames, smoke, laser beams and a female conductor wearing a thong.
I don't know about you guys, but I feel much better.
To my health!
Suz
IB is a pretty movie, Gary Oldman, the dresses, the scenery. We Americans like to romanticize anything European and American girls who work 8 hours a day and do laundry and dishes all night like to daydream about the pretty dresses and horses and carriages and handsome men in knee breeches. My daydream is always interrupted by the realities of wigs dusted with insecticide, no hot running water(I think B was the only person getting a regular bath in Vienna), no medical care except for bleeding and leeches, my personal favorites, no birth control save for sponges and lemon juice and no anesthesia during childbirth. Bah humbug, I am not the champion of the chick flick nor the romance novel and I certainly don't favor this stuff at the expense of The Master. Did IB show one positive thing about B? Call me crazy, with so many interesting, factual things that could shown in a movie about B, why do they have to make things up? Because filmmakers think Americans are so dumb they can't appreciate subtleties and because attention spans are so short(thanks to the filmmakers)that it's a race to make their point before the audience leaves to watch a Schwarzenegger film. So you think it's a good thing to expose people to B in this form. I've seen 100 posts on various B forums from people who think that movie is a true story. Oh, but perhaps they're on the path to enlightenment.
Better to have a concert tour of B's music with half naked podium dancers, flames, smoke, laser beams and a female conductor wearing a thong.
I don't know about you guys, but I feel much better.
To my health!
Suz
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