Miloš Forman - “Amadeus” (1984)
Time doesn’t matter. Place doesn’t matter. The story does not matter either. What matters is something beyond all that. These are just tools, ways to guide us to the essence. It’s where we find the divine — not outside ourselves as we usually think. And if that’s true, does it mean that the divine comes from within us? That it’s in our power to create it? That we are in control? If music is a piece of the divine in our lives, how better to express it than through a timeless genius? And boldly enough, the genius is not an object of admiration. Not the heart of it. An engine, driving the story forward, but not the story itself. Its brilliance is so strong, it needs a veil to soften the impact when we first encounter it. We need something familiar, something safe, something we can relate to before we’re ready to experience the full miracle. And the true meaning? It’s waiting for us. Patiently. It knows we’ll get there eventually. And even if we don’t fully understand it, its power st...