I’m glad I’ve now seen La pianiste (Michael Haneke, 2001) [The Piano Teacher] for the simple reason that it’s over and I won’t have to see it again. Not because it’s a bad film, but because I didn’t relate to anything in it. Not even the little world of the conservatoire.
(I will note, however, how much better music sounds in a film because of the way your attention is drawn to it. I can’t listen to much Schubert now—except of course for the C major quintet—but in the film it sounded divine.)
One question: if the film is set in Wien (and Haneke is Austrian), why is everyone speaking French?
La pianiste (Michael Haneke, 2001)
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