Amadeus

That was not Mozart laughing. It was God. That was God laughing at me through that obscene giggle. * *THIS IS CINEMA!!!  It is divine torment set to music! A fever dream of genius and jealousy, stitched together with powdered wigs. I am in awe at the overall beauty of this film and I am obsessed with Salieri’s self-created torment. Salieri is the original hater and you can clearly see how thin the line is between love and loathing.