Tchaikovsky

That is correct. i deem this film to be the worst I've ever seen in my life. and im not a new comer on the scene. i am also an ardent tchaikovskyite. so i would have been more than glad to give this movie high praise if indeed it was worthy of it. what makes a good movie? it moves. it makes you want to see what happens next. it has a cohesive narrative that is logical and persuasive. i have never relegated a movie to be the worst ever till now. the cinematography is terrible. the story line is an unlikely jumble. there is little veracity here. its music making and performances are nil. i was barely able to watch this movie once a year ago. there is nothing in it that would want me to see it again. so it sits on the shelf. the portrayals were wooden and unlifelike. by golly, "the music lovers" was a cinematic masterpiece next to this, travesty of tchaikovsky's life as it was. it still was entertaining. i don't know where these Russian directors get their training but i can tell you that any American or English director would have done a much better job. in reading some of the other reviews i felt that i was living on another planet. give this movie high praise and extol it to the skies? beats me thats for sure. i relegate this one to the trash bin. a complete and total disappointment.

I will remember this movie all my life.I watched it twice on the 80s in a movie club.One with my friends and the other with my dad,a real fan of Tchaikowski as myself.Two days in a row because it was so moving,so wonderfully made,I had to watch it again.I wonder why I didn't find it on cable in all these years!

All the biographical musical movies are better made out of Hollywood ,I must say.Hollywood is too much show and fantasy,but this version of Tchaikowski's life is so close to his actual history you can't help to believe you are actually watching Piotr Yllich living his life than an actor playing a part.

I will always keep in my mind the scene beside the water where he was writing the 4th Symphony in the times of Nadezhda Von Meck,his benefactor.So poetical,so deep and without words.Only music and a beautiful sight.Great photography!If you didn't watch this movie,do.If you like Tchaikowski,you won't regret it.

This was by far the worst movie I have ever seen in my life. The acting is terrible, the musical score doesn't even fit the scenes - it's just random Tchaikovsky pieces inserted in random places. When some characters are speaking French (they were in France I think, I only got that from one line saying it was good to travel), it's just dubbed over. The actual actors/actresses don't even speak French. To top it off, there are no subtitles indicating what these actors are actually saying. In one scene there is about 2 minutes of yelling between a French transient and somebody walking with Tchaikovsky - very heated discourse - and there are no subtitles. The cinematography is horrific - tons of shaky shots/off center shots/ etc. Basically, this is a film where a bunch of extras were put in with a shoddy story (I'm not entirely sure there was a flowing story), terrible dialogue, and a musical score that never fits the scene. This is, without a doubt, the worst film I have ever seen in my life. This is a travesty of film.

the reasons to see this film are many. each-in same measure-important. the first - Innokenti Smokturovski. the great artist. and the impressive interpreter of fundamental characters. the second - Tchaikovsky portrait. realistic, touching and the perfect guide for discover his music as reflection of long and painful war against himself. not the last, the atmosphere. special, authentic, delicate and precise recreated. a film who propose the spirit of a period. the steps of a life. sure, not for the expectations of too many viewers. because, like each Russian film, it is, first, a homage. impressive for the care to give the essence of a work and love and passion and sadness and forms of hope. a film like a reflection. about the purpose of a not ordinary existence.

There has been many complaints and objections against this film, but they are of no consequence, since all betray one and the same thing: they haven't understood that this is exclusively a film about music and a musician. Although there is a story, it is not told straight but rather hinted at all the way, while the main body of the film is the composer's dreams, his fancies, his hallucinations sometimes but above all his moods. This is a film of moods and an admirable attempt to set moods to music with the use of film sequences to illustrate them and put them into life and colour. Innokenti Smoktunovsky makes a great performance although it is not quite convincing, since he is too good-looking, while Tchaikovsky in reality suffered from aging too quick and too soon - at the age of 53, when he died, he was still a young man, but he looked at least twenty years older. He grew white very early, and this enforced aging process by nature has been much discussed and never been quite understood, but since he was a highly oversensitive and overstrung nature, he most probably just consumed himself too fast, mainly by nervous worrying and stress. His sponsor Mrs Meck is played by Antonina Shuranova more convincingly, and one of the great credits of the film is bringing her fully to life. There is a brief but splendid guest appearance by Maya Plisetskaya, one of Russia's many major ballerinas, Ivan Turgenev also appears in Paris, as does Nicolai Rubinstein in an important part, while Tchaikovsky's wife (in a short and failed marriage) only appears casually in the first part, that ends with his (probably) attempted suicide, just like Robert Schumann, with whom Tchaikovsky felt closely spiritually related - they both made music to Lord Byron's "Manfred", one of Tchaikovsky's most remarkable and greatest symphonies, bypassed here. The main interest of the film, although beautiful and wonderfully photographed all the way, bringing all the loveliest sides of 19th century Russia to life, is the way Dimitri Tiomkin has treated Tchaikovsky's music. Tiomkin, originally Russian, was one of the very best composers of Hollywood, if not the very best one, and he really put his soul into this job of suiting Tchaikovsky's music to a film made as a tribute to Russia's greatest and probably eternally most loved composer. His tempos are rather fast, but that's the way of film music - it's a common trait that film music always has to run too fast. Perhaps the very finest sequence is that of the "Waltz of the Flowers", the only piece in the film played in full, before the final elegy. The one character you really miss in the film is Modest, Tchaikovsky's brother, who survived him many years and his chief collaborator in opera librettos, above all of "The Queen of Spades". One of the highlights of the film is how the film makers put Mrs Meck's abandonment of Tchaikovsky in relation with the old duchess in the opera - her great dying soliloquy follows directly on Mrs Meck's final disconnection. No one was closer to Tchaikovsky than his brother Modest and, second, Mrs Meck, although they never met, while the film interestingly suggests some telepathic connection between them. In brief, as a Russian tribute to Tchaikovsky it is wholly successful and worthy as such, although probably Tchaikovsky himself in his modesty would have objected against this next to apotheosis of him.