Fw: Ken Russell on Lisztomania (take 2)
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Tue Apr 28 21:29:24 UTC 2009
>>sorry.........I screwed this up the first time...
>> Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 04:18:11 -0700 (PDT)
>> From: Brian Cady <brianinatlanta2001 at yahoo.com>
>> Subject: Ken Russell on Lisztomania
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OOH!!! Psyched that this is coming out on DVD. I have never SEEN this
flick...and I've been dying to.
Forget Rog riding a giant penis, I just want to see Ringo playing the Pope
in cowboy boots!
I HAVE seen giant penis statues before though...in India... and here in
Single women in India pray before them for husbands ! (seriously) I
Taiwan it's a fertility thing...
So anywho, the giant penis thing is ANCIENT...not whacky at all..........
One thing is fer sure, music has historically been a constant/effective
aphrodisiac! (BEING a musician,that is!!!). ;)
>>>From The Times:
>> April 28, 2009
>> Ken Russell on his film Lisztomania
>> Lisztomania, now released on DVD, is just the tip of the iceberg when it
>> comes to my infatuation with great composersI like geniuses. I
>> particularly like musical geniuses. Which is why I collected more than
>> 2,000 classical LPs (before they melted in a fire); made documentaries or
>> films on G. Jacob, Prokofiev, Elgar (twice), Delerue, Bart?k, Debussy,
>> Delius, R. Strauss, Tchaikovsky, Mahler, Bruckner, Bax, Martinu, Ralph
>> Vaughan Williams, Britten and Liszt; and wrote novels on Brahms, Elgar,
>> Beethoven and Delius.
>> Of all my movies, Lisztomania (1975) may be either the biggest puzzler or
>> most overlooked. As it?s being released on DVD on May 4, you now have a
>> chance to see it yourself. Don?t just take my word that it?s utterly
>> fantastic, which it is. Ask the producers David Puttnam or my friend Roy
>> Baird, didn?t we have fun? It was the first movie to use the new Dolby
>> stereo noise reduction sound system. And it was the only movie to star
>> Ringo Starr as the Pope. In cowboy boots.
>> ?Lisztomania? is not my word; it was coined in the 1840s by the writer
>> Heinrich Heine to describe Liszt?s singular impact on crowds ? mainly
>> women ? when he played the piano. Women fought over his silk
>> handkerchiefs and velvet gloves, ripping them to shreds in hysteria. His
>> personality was charismatic, his skill at the piano unparalleled and his
>> charitable streak genuine. He championed the music of contemporaries and
>> alone raised money to preserve Beethoven?s home in Bonn. A touring
>> musician, his world stage primarily centred on Rome, Weimar and Budapest;
>> his inner world bouncing between musical composition, powerful women and
>> a calling towards holy orders. He hung out with Mendelsohn, Berlioz,
>> Borodin, Saint-Sa?ns, Grieg, Wagner, Brahms, the Schumanns.
>> Picture this: Roger Daltrey, a gorgeous rock god from the seminal band
>> The Who, plays Franz Liszt, a romantic classical composer from Hungary in
>> the 1800s, riding astride a giant penis pulled by the women fans he has
>> loved and been loved by.
>> Roger Daltrey, playing Franz Liszt, playing the piano like nobody?s
>> business. It?s not easy to play those Liszt pieces. In fact, Liszt was
>> the first person to turn the piano around sideways so that the audience
>> could see him banging the keys.
>> Roger Daltrey, playing Franz Liszt, playing Chopsticks for the fans.
>> Which Liszt did in real life.
>> Roger Daltrey, I mean Franz Liszt, playing Charlie Chaplin in a wonderful
>> scene that could have been lifted from The Gold Rush.
>> Roger Daltrey, I mean Franz Liszt, taking religious vows as a
>> ?Franz-iscan? as women try to climb up under his robes.
>> Liszt, already raising a family with Marie d?Agoult, entering the
>> simulated love-cave of Princess Carolyn (Wittgenstein), sliding
>> helplessly into a giant red parachute of a maw .
>> The composer Rick Wakeman (of the rock band Yes, and keyboardist for
>> Bowie, Cat Stevens, etc) as a metallic Viking.
>> Paul Nicholas playing Wagner as a megalomaniac, vampire and Antichrist,
>> who is out for souls and will eventually capture Hitler?s.
>> Countess Marie d?Agoult, Georges Sand, Lola Montez, Princess Carolyn of
>> Russia, Cosima Wagner, all these women so ravishingly interesting in
>> history playing parts as Beloved Others in a carousel of groupies and
>> Oliver Reed playing a momentary cameo ? he should have had a bigger part.
>> Georgina Hale is gorgeous, Melvyn Murray as Berlioz barely there. My wife
>> Elise was in the film until Equity intervened. My editor Mike Bradsell
>> plays a sycophantic Brahms in a scene immortalised by throwaway lines:
>> ?Piss off, Brahms? and ?I?m not Johann, I?m Levi Strauss?.
>> In fact, there are moments as I watch the film when I get a giddy, dizzy
>> feeling that I am watching ?live? as Ken Russell, the promising director,
>> vehemently and gleefully throws his heretofore victorious movie career
>> away. Yah! Hurrah! Life is good! Yes indeedy!
>> Let me explain this ?thing? with me and composers. I love them. They
>> saved my life. I was in near-vegetable state, lost to nervous breakdown
>> after the merchant navy for which I was so patently unfit, when the
>> strains of Tchaikovsky coming over the radio dramatically changed my
>> vibratory state, my rhythm, my soul, my being. I was alive again, I had
>> purpose, even if just to find out what on earth this magical music would
>> lead to.
>> It led to Elgar, Mahler, Stravinsky, Rimsky-Korsakov, Rachmaninoff,
>> Shostakovich, Grieg, Holst, Copland, Bernstein; on and on in a sinuous
>> wave, a tune, a toot, a drum and roar of triumph, sorrow, grandeur, ice
>> and palaces, storms, skies, country fairs and rivers, rain, weeds,
>> And the pictures! I had but to close my eyes with the music playing and
>> before me a tapestry of living images rolled and thundered, hopping,
>> skipping, snaking into intimations of immortal scenes that I swore I
>> would capture with the cinematographer?s art. I seem to have a
>> synaesthetic connection between music and vision ? music makes pictures
>> for me. I am often told by my wife that I have ?bat ears?, every whisper
>> and click is resoundingly loud for me at any distance.
>> Loving music so much, do I play it? Not a bit. I tried the piano. No
>> talent. Though my mum often noted with pride that my hands were a lovely
>> shape ? ?Our Ken?s got pianer fingers?.
>> Making film biographies or docudramas in tribute and celebration of the
>> composers who opened up my narrow world and sent me forth charged up was
>> the least I could do. Not able myself to invent the music that
>> accompanied me as the soundtrack to my life, I would give honour to these
>> masterful magicians of composition, whose lives were full of passion,
>> bombast, humour, joy, jealousy, cruelty, torment, the macabre and magic.
>> Love and ashes.
>> If Lisztomania seems vulgar or grotesque, well, in the context of 1975,
>> as the tidal wave of free love and permission that had embraced the
>> planet the previous ten years crashed to shore and gave us Performance,
>> Barbarella and The Rocky Horror Show, it was perfectly in tune with the
>> That Lisztomania is being resurrected as a timeless cult classic may
>> actually be dumb luck, but the tumultuous, gleeful, whirling dervish,
>> Russian imperialism, Hungarian Gypsy energy, the ?flying trapeze school
>> of piano playing?, and Roger?s singing and acting, and Paul?s insane
>> ebullience (sucking the compositions out of Liszt?s neck) ? and, yes, the
>> giant penis ? well, you just can?t fault those, can you.
>> As Liszt said: ?The public is always good. And truth is a great flirt.?
>> Lisztomania is released on DVD by Digital Classics on May 4
>> ?-Brian in Atlanta
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