This is to Luciaa. I think you forget that Oliver went on national television with the reporter and admitted that he would attempt to finish the piece himself. I don't think he said it in so many words, but it was clear from their conversation ("he had themes in mind", drafts of the symphony Oliver rolls out on the table) that it was unfinished and that he was musing over how to attack the finale. And I can't quite recall, but didn't the reporter herself suggest that Oliver would try and finish it? This was the scene where Binoche is at the strip club and she sees Oliver expose her husband's infidelity on television.
So the idea that he had hatched a secret plan to take all the credit for himself, and disguise it with a few new notes, while at the same time admitting that he would finish the work on national TV, seems a little off to me. Another thing. They played the main theme of the unification symphony at the "composer's" funeral, Binoche's husband. The funeral was broadcast all over Europe. So anybody who heard the symphony's first public performance -- and the notes of that theme -- would know he was a hack. By the way, the score for this movie was written by a classical composer. It was very distinct.
Oliver isn't malevolent or underhanded here. He has generous intentions with Binoche. He truly loves her.
To Plicker: I think she chooses anonymity to her advantage. Think about it. The seclusion of an artist to create without the interference of fame is probably his greatest blessing. The undoing of many artists is their obligation to cater to fame -- the junkets, the interviews and plugs, the public appearances. Instead of going off in their little world to fashion something totally new and original, they spend their time in this one, effectively killing their art. So while Binoche's husband provided a public face to the artist, she had the luxury of anonymity. She could devote herself entirely to her art. To me it's important to look at her arrangement with her husband not as the result of some parasitic relationship, but a symbiotic one. A lot of people may look at this and say she was abused by a patriarchal society that acknowledges only men as artists. But that doesn't do her any justice. I say she used the assumptions of a patriarchal society to her advantage. And clearly her husband paid for it, believing in the trappings of his lie and his fame and slipping into infidelity.
But rants aside, Binoche was clearly a private person and didn't enjoy the attention of others, or getting in the business of others. Not when she declines to sign the petition to evict the stripper. Not when she declined to say why she was selling all her family's belongings and putting the money in a bank account. Not as an anonymous composer when her husband was alive, and not as a recluse after his death.
But just by those few photos, and if his mistress is any indication, we get a sense that her husband was lively and gregarious. The photos show him as an outgoing, dashing and handsome man. A man perfectly suited for the public's appetites. Binoche the composer was too surly for such a role.
And that's why I take issue with Luciaa's interpretation of the various permutations of Binoche's authorship -- now she's the composer, now she's not; now she's free, now she's not. And Phlicker, maybe this helps. In the beginning, she has total freedom. She is free to compose, enjoy the fruits of her compositions in terms of public adoration and critical praise of her works, albeit through a liason, and live an idyllic life of normalcy in the countryside. But as the movie demonstrates, and if you didn't get it (as I didn't), as the dvd's critical commentary spells out, total liberation is impossible. She CAN'T go on living like this. She has to come to grips with her genius at some point and accept the prison of fame.
In the end, when she's feverishly scribbling down notes on empty sheets of music, I think it's implied that she has come to grips with her genius, come to grips with the agony of creating and the arduous path of life. She's come to accept the responsibility of relationships, of life itself. The so-called liberation of limitation.
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