Just suppose that you’re young and gifted; hey, you’re a freaking musical prodigy. Not only that, you are extremely beautiful. You play the harpsichord like an demon, fiddle with the best of them, sing angelically, and “hear notes in your head” even though you’re not quite sure how to “write them down.”
You’re well on your way to being a musical goddess, only, your bratty little brother, whom your father flagrantly favors, gets all the attention. He’s none other than Mozart.
He’s not a Mozart. He’s the Mozart!
You know, Wolfie. Amadeus!
I very much enjoyed the French costume drama, “Mozart’s Sister,” also an 18th century feminist sob story … playing at one of my favorite old-school New York art houses, the Cinema Village. Enjoy!
Review round-up on “Mozart’s Sister” here.