hectic days of work, travel and meetings. Luckily there were two films quite exceptional transform evenings, usually, close to nine with an "I'm going to read" because there's nothing to see.
The first, for some reason everywhere criticized by experts in the cinema, is "The Concert " of Mihaileanu . A former conductor, a star of the Bolshoi, driven trent 'have done for years before playing the Jews, deprived of the rank of mere servant in the great theater. You know a concert has to be held at the Chatelet in Paris. Convinced of the inability of the orchestra official commits an act of piracy by appropriating del fax d'invito e dell'occasione. Raduna i suoi ex musicisti ebrei, tutti più o meno sbandati, fornisce loro documenti di espatrio fasulli e in qualche modo riesce a farli giungere a Parigi, dove ha convinto il teatro del Chatelet che sono loro la vera orchestra del Bolshoi. Non racconto il resto, per non guastare la festa a chi non lo ha ancora visto. Una trama implausibile, zeppa di gag e di personaggi scatenati, un senso di vitalità debordante, grazie anche al grandioso Concerto n.35 di Tchaikovsky: Mihaleanu riesce a farci passare due ore di puro piacere e anche di emozione. Che altro si può chiedere a un fim?
L'altro film is "Einstein and Eddington" by Philip Martin . Of a completely different genre. Fascinating account of how the theory of relativity found its demonstration with a British scientist, Eddington, during the First World War. The relationship between two very different men, hampered by a conflict that requires them to be enemies, though united by science and deep opposition to the war, is described with simplicity and is therefore compelling. The demonstration is pass a thrill in the back. The donkeys like me who have never understood the theory of relativity here can begin to understand.
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