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"The only thing more embarrassing than yanking the tour might have been the pictures of empty seats."-- Soraya Nadia McDonald

The moral manuals existed well into the first 60 years of the twentieth century. --James F Keenan

Copying Beethoven is ever too slightly contrived, like an Isben play updated for our modern ears to illustrate 19th century fluidity between the seams, or evoking the Lippizzaner Stallions, a fascinating regiment in its own right, but the film displays that Ed Harris had his decade in the zone. He manages to bring the maestro alive, illustrating that certain cruelty of genius, the disruption and indifference of chronic conditions, the urgency which is dismissive of hygiene, but Diane Kruger is less confident as the implanted amanuensis who never actually existed. Holland is a careful director beneath the stricture of her staged scenes to implant the necessary progressive schema, which arguably weakens the movie. Yet Harris remains a great Beethoven, a man splitting the difference between devotion and rebellion against the divine, a rebellion which is still romantic, attempting to cling to something beyond the grim materialism of biology as a mechanism we want to comprehend.

The raw emoting toward The Hours was in fact due mainly to Harris' ability to hit the touchstone of lives lived in anguish. Streep was off her game here, not a believable lesbian in the least, and two years have cooled down the sense that Cunningham truly broke boundaries merging aspects of Woolf's inability to persevere with the contemporary devastation AIDS wrought on sexual liberalism. Will I get a chance to read the novel? I cannot say. The power chair is hurting me, regardless of whatever tricks I've learned to write at the keyboard with, and my lack of decent medical equipment says it all, in a way, but Cunningham, at least through what the screen adaptation offers, was attempting to recover the novel of manners for its once predominant audience, while making homosexual repression and even gay unhappiness a centralized theme. His translucence might have overreached.