Amadeus
*“I can’t rewrite what’s perfect.”
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Loved this. That thunderous, melancholy opening is breathtaking. Salieri’s confessional monologue is so cleverly intertwined with his eternal suffering of inferiority, with that final, sardonic laugh embodying Mozart’s triumph and Salieri’s damnation. Those street visuals were beautiful. Few films have captured that old-world Viennese atmosphere this well.
A world of mediocrity, incapable of recognising genius… except the one man cursed to see it clearly.