Farinelli
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 111 min
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Don't sing again, Carlo!
Don't sing again!
They'll do this to you!
Your death is in your throat!
Enough!
Riccardo Broschi...
this introduction is unworthy
of what I've taught you.
Maestro Porpora, please!
You cannot judge
his score...
until you've heard
These two...
were made for each other.
Then let us hear this music.
your two sons,
Signor Broschi.
That's what you want,
isn't it?
Go on.
Sing.
What are you waiting for?
Carlo Broschi, sing!
Sing!
You have ten seconds
to save your brother.
Your voice, my boy.
Your voice!
Let me hear your voice!
Why did the castrato die?
Why? Why?
Don't ever refuse your voice
to your brother.
My sons must never
leave each other.
I want you to swear it.
I don't want them to do it to me.
I don't want to die!
I don't want to die!
1740 - The Palace
Of Philip V Of Spain
Carlo! It's me, Riccardo!
I'm here! I've spent three years
looking for you.
Carlo, it's me!
It's me, Carlo!
Who's that?
Who is he?
It's his brother,
Your Majesty.
Riccardo Broschi.
It's me, Riccardo!
Let me go!
Carlo, stop them!
It's me, Riccardo!
I'm Riccardo!
Make them stop!
Naples
18 Years Earlier
Let's go, Carlo.
This fellow seems...
to be missing
a thing or two!
Carlo, please!
Stay calm.
Let's hear it
for the trumpet player!
Surely here...
in the land of music...
there must be a singer
who can take on my trumpeter!
He's my brother.
Hey, you!
What's your name?
He mashed your famous
trumpet player into farina!
Farinelli!
The show continues,
ladies and gentlemen!
The show continues.
Fill up the basket!
Signor Farinelli!
Signor Farinelli!
What do you want?
This isn't the time! Go away!
A message from Handel!
Hurry up!
A message from Handel!
I want young Farinelli
to accompany me to England.
I wish to hire him
for my theater in London.
Well? What does
young Farinelli think of that?
Young Farinelli...
wonders why
You amused me.
Your duel with the trumpet
was very entertaining.
Well, I'm waiting, Farinelli.
What sum did the Maestro...
have in mind to secure
the services of the Broschi brothers?
I'll only take the youngster.
If he works hard...
I may give him a contract.
I'm afraid you don't understand,
Maestro.
Contract or no contract,
the Broschi brothers stay together.
I have to buy them
by the pair?
I am a composer, Maestro.
Dear God!
Farinelli sings
what I compose...
especially for him.
- He sings just about anything.
- I don't quite understand.
Anything at all.
That's what I said.
Don't you see
that in his hands...
you'll never be more
than a sideshow attraction?
Do you have
so little regard for music...
that you'd waste your voice
singing rubbish?
Without music,
you don't exist.
You're just a creature
without balls.
Neither man, nor woman.
Your voice
is the only justification...
for your existence.
In here...
there's merely an organ
that nature lets you enjoy...
so you'll forget
how ridiculous that one is.
May God forgive me!
Some Years Later
Riccardo.
Why do you keep saying Riccardo?
I'm almost finished. Wait.
You've been rewriting Act Two
of Orpheus for ten years!
Will he ever get
to the underworld?
Wait.
- Is it really finished?
- Well, finished--
Finished-- Uh, finished--
It needs more work,
but you'll see...
the flourishes
are diabolical!
You'll have to go without inhaling
for at least one minute.
I can manage one minute.
Give it to me.
All right.
Try it.
Sing!
Are you crazy?
What are you doing?
- It still needs much more work.
- Devil!
You traitor!
Don't be crazy, brother!
Orpheus is a beautiful creation!
You're crazy, brother!
Orpheus!
Listen to them, Carlo!
You hear? It's a triumph!
We're the greatest, Carlo.
If Father could see this!
If he could see all this!
Last night I dreamt about him.
He was in this theater.
He was here, Carlo!
He was right here!
Tears of happiness.
He was so proud of us.
You were marvelous!
Please, leave me alone.
I'm not feeling receptive.
Do you realize
how arousing you are?
It is hoped
that you'll accept this.
And read this letter.
Tearing Countess Mauer
away from her book...
is something
only you could accomplish.
That's a very valuable gift,
Signor Farinelli.
I'll leave.
Silk...
satin...
velvet.
Ah castrato!
It's the pact, madame.
I've always believed,
Signor Farinelli...
that books
could supply our minds...
with all
the necessary sustenance.
As to the feelings
the arts inspired in me...
they always appealed
to my highest faculties...
to my intelligence.
Those feelings, Signor Farinelli,
I can control.
But what I felt yesterday evening
when I heard you sing...
is beyond my understanding.
What you aroused in me...
is very similar
to a feeling of love.
I believe...
that...
you were responsible...
At this point,
Signor Farinelli...
do you really need
your brother?
Do you need him
in order to get an erection?
Can you come, in spite
of what they took from you?
They left me enough to satisfy
all the world's women.
What is it like?
Stupendous.
And safe.
Never safe.
Carlo supplies the climax.
Riccardo plants the seed.
Together...
the Broschi brothers
are formidable...
and a perfect team.
Sing for me, castrato...
just once more.
Better ask your husband
or your lover for that, madame.
The Venice contract.
The Bologna contract.
Carlo, we're invited
to Vienna!
For you.
Handel!
What does he want?
What does he want now?
He's coming to Dresden
to hear me.
Oh, really?
He won't hear you.
We're not going!
This one's from Porpora.
Carlo, what's wrong?
Carlo?
My voice.
It's gone!
That's impossible!
It's gone!
Carlo!
Stop!
Don't just stand there!
Put the wood on the fire.
Quickly! In the fireplace.
These people
don't understand anything!
Faster!
Hurry up!
Carlo, eat.
You have to eat.
You have a fever.
Tell me about it again.
Don't start again.
It does you no good.
That nightmare
keeps coming back.
It haunts me, Riccardo.
It's like an endless race.
I never fall off.
If I could just dream
that I fall off.
Help me.
I've already told you
a hundred times.
Tell me again.
When our father died...
you became very ill.
One day the fever
was so high...
you were delirious.
You went to get Helios.
That horse was a demon.
Something occurred
between you two.
He always led you
toward danger.
Off you went
on that terrifying ride.
I got there too late.
You had already
fallen off.
Carlo.
Carlo.
We did all we could
to save your life.
To save my life.
To save your life!
A little opium.
Yes, some opium,
and I'll sleep.
Opium makes you delirious.
We have to go to Dresden.
We will.
Handel wants to see us?
Handel wants to hear us sing?
We'll go to Dresden.
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