Farinelli Page #3
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- 1994
- 111 min
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with his scorn.
We're wasting our time.
Tonight the Broschis have
decided to remain silent.
I hardly knew my father.
It was I who asked to hang his portraits
throughout the house.
My mother was afraid
she'd suffer.
But actually, it helped us.
I no longer have a father.
And you will never have children, right?
It's the greatest sorrow
of my life.
Marry my mother!
Let us choose each other.
You'll be my father,
I'll really be your son.
I know the Church forbids
castrati to marry.
But my mother is not a Catholic.
I know that she's
really very lonely.
I'm very touched
by your suggestion, Benedict.
I thank God
for the love you bear me.
God has nothing to do with it.
It's a private gift.
Let's not stay here.
- What are you doing here?
- Let's go, please.
- Were you following me?
- It's not the first time.
What I just did put us
in grave danger. Here, read it later.
How did you get this copy?
It's no copy.
It's Handel's original score.
I stole it for you.
My legs are still trembling.
You're insane!
Yes.
You've been singing Broschi
for too long, haven't you?
You're starving for music
worthy of your voice.
Now it's in your hands.
You need your brother
even for a kiss?
Where were you, Carlo?
I'm talking to you!
You shouldn't be out in the cold.
It hurts your voice.
Why is she here?
We've been waiting for you, Carlo,
with great impatience.
You're disheveled, young lady.
Did my brother give you
what you expected?
You didn't answer my question.
Calm down. A night with her
will do us both good.
I don't want to.
Have her taken home.
Let me have her.
Don't break our pact.
Let me. I need her.
I wouldn't advise it, Carlo.
You're good at two things,
Carlo Broschi.
Betrayal and loneliness!
We no longer need each other,
castrato!
Castrato!
I beg you to stay.
I'm sorry.
Without him, it's no good.
To your health!
My dear Margaret!
Will you marry me?
I'm afraid you didn't hear
my request.
I heard it perfectly,
my friend...
and I thank you for it.
Forgive my laughter.
It was a stupid defensive reflex.
It's a mistake, Carlo.
I owe Benedict's father
that last fidelity.
You need no further excuse
than the horror I inspire in you.
Oh, no!
But I am too aware
to share your blindness.
Probably because
I often play God on stage...
I dared to think
I could be a man.
Forgive me, both of you.
It's impossible.
I cannot.
Come, Benedict.
You're tearing me apart,
Carlo.
To protect my love,
I must crush my feelings.
To hell with those rats!
I'm so tired.
I am so tired!
Too much pride.
Don't despise your music, Maestro.
Who let you in?
Don't resist.
Follow the thread of my voice,
like a musical progression.
I only want to talk.
- Where did you get that?
- It doesn't matter.
I came to offer you this music.
How dare you?
I'll sing it for you.
Sing it for me?
It's time we made peace.
We both had the mystery
revealed to us.
Music belongs to me
just as it belongs to you.
What music?
Good enough to squeeze cheap tears
from females who swoon over your voice?
Is that how you presume
to move me?
With your music, I will.
Because of you,
and to save this theater...
I exhaust myself composing works
unworthy of my talent.
You're causing my music
to deviate from its course.
for that, Farinelli.
A castrato's voice is an example
of nature abused...
rerouted from its goal,
in order to deceive.
You've subverted your voice
to virtuosity without soul...
devoted only to artifice!
Let it stay there!
Give me back my score.
You know, Maestro...
some people say
that my singing...
has power over people.
Don't turn my voice
into an instrument of death.
You don't frighten me.
Everyone knows that Farinelli
promotes his own legend.
Keep on splitting their ears...
with stupid operas
full of idiotic characters!
Is that him?
Yes, it is.
You see, Carlo?
I'm happy.
My body doesn't refuse to grow.
Are you in pain, child?
It's not really pain.
Just a feeling
of utter fragility.
Like a snail
without its shell.
Alexandra has
the world's softest hands.
But I won't share them
with anyone else.
Delightful!
Quick, cover it up.
We're helpless, Alexandra.
But one thing is certain.
You love me, don't you?
Where is my score?
Where does your brother hide
Tell me...
and I'll leave you in peace,
like a rat in your attic.
Thieves!
You've stolen my brother
from me, Maestro.
Your music...
separated us more
Who composed this?
Play it. Go ahead!
Neither excessive...
nor unnecessary flourishes.
It doesn't seem like you.
This is an entreaty.
The harmony should be changed.
Take this supplication
into the dominant.
Move over!
After the major third...
repeat the theme
up a fourth.
Your brother is a monster.
Play! Go ahead!
This is weak.
Not enough violence!
Wait.
Expand the chord...
and dare a chromatic move
to D-fat.
Not bad. Not bad at all!
Who does he think he is?
God?
He's destroying you...
Bring me the rest.
Some ink, pens, wine.
What are you waiting for?
When did you plan
to finish it?
When did you start this?
When?
The day when--
The day my brother
was castrated.
That day, I promised him...
it would be...
our joint masterpiece.
You'll never finish this opera.
Never!
You no longer have any reason
to finish it.
He doesn't need you anymore.
It is you who needs him.
You've been deprived
of your instrument, Signor Broschi.
You're like Narcissus
without his refection.
Like Orpheus without his lute.
You're right, Maestro.
Without him, your music
no longer exists.
Without him...
you are nothing but silence.
At 17...
I wrote it for Carlo.
You may be the only one
who can understand.
His voice--
His voice was sublime.
And my music flowed
from my brother's throat.
When did he fall off that horse?
He never fell off.
When Father died...
My father had entrusted him to me.
He was delirious.
I soothed him
with some opium...
and by telling him the story
of an opera...
to help him dream.
He loved to sing, Maestro.
He loved to sing.
His face--
His face was transfigured
when he sang.
That angelic voice
had to be preserved.
It had to be done quickly.
Opium eventually wears off.
His voice had to be kept
from being ruined...
by the repulsive alchemy...
that time inflicts
on the body.
My music unified us, Maestro...
closer than lovers.
Do you realize
the scandal we will create?
at the Nobles theater!
It's unheard of!.
Incredible!
How could I have let
all this happen?
Finally, Farinelli...
what rendered us enemies
for so many years...
will be resolved tonight.
It's time to settle our account
before God.
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