Amadeus, bitches.
Hmm. Might call my autobiography that.
Anyway, it's inspired by my steal of a DVD of Amadeus; The Director's Cut. It's kinda like paying £3 for crack, really, if you look at the fact the film is perfect. It'd be really interesting if, I don't know, you stuck me, Charlotte CR, Jess T and Logan in front of that screening, I'd say the acting's amazing, Charlotte'd say the music's amazing (isn't it hilarious that the music is simply Mozart...and the score won an Oscar.) Jess T would love the costumes and Logan'd love the direction. It is crack in film-form.
Best Anecdote Ever grace de F. Murray Abraham, the star of the film.
Because the crew were working in the Soviet block (Prague in the 80's) for filming, natch they were at the mercy of Secret Police. Being followed around, phones tapped, interrogation, bugged rooms, crazy shit. And Murray (as he seems to get called by his friends) was sharing a rather elaborate hotel room with his mate Frank. Frank wasn't having any of it. He wanted to find the bug in the room.
"Come on, no, just come to dinner, Frank," Murray says but Frank insists so he goes through the room, around the walls, bug's not there, gets up on a chair and examines the chandelier, bug's not there. Finally, he rolls back the carpet and, set into the floor, there's this metal disk.
"I told you, man!" Frank says and gets a butter knife and he starts unscrewing the disk. Just as he finishes unscrewing the final screw... they hear the chandelier in the room below them crash to the ground! They'd unscrewed the bloody chandelier!
Oh God, I'd love to meet F. Murray Abraham. He comes over really well. Such a lovely sounding guy and an enthusiastic actor, which seems so sadly rare these days. Genuinely enjoys his work.