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there has never been an old hollywood method actor who wasnt unbelievably interesting because only the nuttiest people could be drawn to the nuttiest technique

Amadeus is about the hatefucking that never happened but could have. And should have

that one line near the end of amadeus the play where salieri realizes the requiem is for the past version of himself kills me every time I remember it, especially the phrase that goes something like "that young boy stumbling through the fields of Lombardy, singing his arias to god" like its such a beautiful line, so evocative of a hopeful, sunny past when in the play we've been really cemented in the dark and cold night for so long

when salieri felt that tap on his shoulder the morning after the magic flute premiere do u think he thought for a second that mozart had been miraculously healed