To Moving Image! …on Tuesday evening.
One day you’re sitting in a multiplex massive FUCK OFF screen in Sunny Colch, and then the very next you’re back in a village hall, sitting on a school chair and watching an art house film.
The Moving Image cinematic experience is slightly different to the Sunny Colch Odeon cheapo cheapo grubby fiver Monday afternoon deal.
No one was smoking weed, and a running commentary wasn’t provided by a couple of dickheads who really don’t give a shit about anybody else watching the film.
It’s a shame then that the film wasn’t all that.
Oh dear.
For our enjoyment - or not - on Tuesday evening was the Italian film Primavera. At first I thought this was a film about a Spanish music festival, but nope it was all about Vivaldi and classical music.
This was a real slow burner. It was so slow it didn’t really change gear and never got going. Thankfully it was short in length.
The plot centres around Vivaldi, or rather not Vivaldi, but a young musical prodigy.
It’s quite something when an esteemed name in classical music doesn’t even land the lead role in a film.
It’s a pretty brutal film as well. The story is set in some kind of orphanage where rather wicked proprietors are happy to take the cash off benefactors in order to pretty much keep young girls as musical slaves.
Step forward Mr Vivaldi to lead the whole experience.
One particular young violin player is singled out as the lead character. What’s portrayed is a rather nasty existence.
Scenes involve kittens being drowned and the lead character having her wrist deliberately broken to stop her playing by a particularly nasty male character.
One thing that comes out strongly throughout the film is that men with power can be absolute shits.
There was great chemistry between Vivaldi and the lead character. There was never any suggestion of this being more than a musical relationship, and nothing romantic or even sexual.
The ending was a bit odd. It was a kind of happy ending but not on a musical note. I felt pretty exhausted coming out of the Loveless Hall even though the film was around one and a half hours in length.
There was a faint whiff of ever so- lightly strong weed from the local yoof as I walked home.
