Farinelli Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 111 min
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We'll show him...
what the Broschi brothers
can do!
If I could sing Orpheus--
That's impossible, Carlo.
It won't be ready yet.
You know that very well.
You know it.
I'll never sing it.
Will you speak to me today
without a middleman?
What grandeur!
What poise.
Seeing you like this,
I understand your irresistible rise.
It's been a long time
since I heard you sing.
As the King of England's
envoy, I had to--
Am I distracting you?
His Majesty will do anything
to have you at Covent Garden.
He has a passion
for singers...
and snuff boxes.
To be brief...
the King wants to add you
to his collection.
At any price.
And you, Maestro,
do you need me?
They say your voice
is exceptional.
If you manage to arouse
the slightest emotion in me...
with this awful
jumble of notes...
then you're
the world's greatest singer.
You still have
to prove to me...
that you're more
than a singing machine.
Give me what none of your kind
has ever managed to give me.
And to answer your question...
I need nobody, Farinelli,
nobody.
You're sweating.
It's ruining your makeup.
I'll come for your answer
after the performance...
in your dressing room.
We'll talk things over.
Signor Broschi!
How is he?
He's asleep.
I must see him!
- I'll wait all night if necessary.
- What do you want?
I really have to speak to him.
It's urgent.
I'm here.
No, I'm sorry.
My message is not for you.
It's for Signor Farinelli
in person.
- In person?
- In person.
I'll come...
for your answer...
in your dressing room."
Where is he?
Who?
Maestro Handel.
Where is he?
The performance was canceled.
He left like everyone else.
He was supposed to come.
Who are you?
Alexandra.
I'm Alexandra Lerris.
But you don't know me.
I've brought you a message...
from Maestro Porpora.
He's desperate.
He needs you. Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Look at me.
Since he took over the Nobles Theater,
he's fought hard.
But he's being ruined
by the King's and Handel's theater.
His competition
has an unfair advantage.
He needs you, Farinelli.
He does.
You must help Porpora.
Come to London.
- Come help him.
- I'm afraid he didn't hear you.
It's the opium.
London, 1734
Try this wine,
Signor Farinelli.
I have it sent from France
from the vineyards...
that I inherited
from my father.
Would you kindly look
in my direction?
I know I look frightening,
Forgive me.
How old are you, child?
How strange.
Child is what
I'm 12.
But I'm really much older.
That's the big advantage
of being ill.
My name is Benedict.
But I'm not blessed at all.
Would your singers
defect to Covent Garden?
Sell themselves to Handel?
All's fair in the war
between our theaters.
And the singers know it.
Some of them extort
a fortune from us.
I suspect Handel
encourages such blackmail.
I doubt that he'd meet
their demands.
Although the King
supports his theater...
he's almost as broke
as we are.
Is my nose out of place?
Why are you staring at me?
I admire your nerve, madame...
in daring to defy Handel.
Women are very strong,
Signor Farinelli.
Men's weaknesses
make it necessary.
Bravo! Fantastic!
What is that?
You look ridiculous.
Alexandra,
there's his brother.
Beware of Riccardo.
They say
that the Broschi brothers...
share everything,
even their conquests.
I know I'm late.
But you've provoked such an uproar.
Here we are, alone,
while all of London clamors for you.
Carlo, dear brother, you're crazy.
But I love you.
When I said you wouldn't
attend the reception, it was as if...
I'd announced
the end of the world!
I'm flattered, Carlo.
Flattered and moved.
Yes, yes. I'm moved.
And dying of hunger
and thirst.
Let's drink!
Tonight I'd like to have
every woman in the world.
Marvelous!
It's been too long since we shared
a real brotherly meal.
Porpora is overjoyed.
Nobody attended Handel's theater
this evening.
He had to cancel
the performance.
All of London was with us
at the Nobles.
To listen to us, Carlo,
your voice...
and my music!
I love you, Carlo.
And my new opera...
will make history.
It's sh*t!
What?
Then why all this acclaim?
Why did they applaud?
What's wrong with you?
You're never satisfied.
All Europe is at our feet.
What more do you want?
What's wrong, Carlo?
Talk to me, Carlo.
You were magnificent.
It's completely unnoticeable,
believe me.
Just a tiny tremolo.
So tiny that it only happens
in the very highest appoggiaturas.
Nobody noticed it,
I swear.
but--
Are you feeling better?
You hear that, Riccardo?
After all, you're not deaf.
You substitute virtuosity
with inspiration.
All those embellishments
and flourishes...
all those adornments...
that you heap on
to your scores!
I invent them for your voice.
Forget about my voice!
I can't.
You know I can't.
I promised our father.
Find the true,
essential feeling.
I want your music to rouse
that fragment of the infinite...
that lies asleep
in their bellies.
That's what I ask of you.
Such ingratitude!
What about Orpheus?
Orpheus!
Orpheus doesn't exist.
I don't lack inspiration.
I lack the time!
You take all my time.
All of my time!
Rise, Signor Farinelli.
Permit the Prince of Wales
to pay you homage.
The Nobles Theater
is eternally grateful to you...
for saving its honor,
as well as the honor...
of this country's nobility.
My voice is at the service of music,
Your Highness.
Your voice...
Signor Farinelli...
attracts the most
discerning audiences.
And despite the support
of His Majesty...
you're stealing from Handel
his last remaining listeners.
Not that we're displeased!
What do you mean?
in three weeks...
are an insult
to his audience.
- Who spread this slander?
- Rumors.
Rumors that you stoop
to peddle, sir!
- Have you heard these operas, sir?
- You're joking, young lady.
That would be treason.
We never attend Covent Garden.
I have heard them. They surpass
anything one hears anywhere else.
I can't imagine Handel's work
surpasses Maestro Porpora's work.
Or that of Signor Broschi.
You're an ass, sir.
You don't deserve to have ears!
Long after posterity
has forgotten...
that you ever lived...
it will preserve Handel's name
with infinite respect.
Your conceited attitude...
is an insult
to all musicians.
I'd like to erase from my memory
this cursed day...
when I sang for you!
You're cheating, Carlo.
He always cheated.
He can't stand to lose.
Neither can I.
But I don't cheat.
I taught you how to sing,
Carlo Broschi.
Don't forget
that I was your teacher.
Don't add ingratitude...
to your insolence.
Say something.
What is he thinking?
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