The genius of each of us. "It's all in your hands." This is the interpretation of the tape by Louis Bernard.
Talent. Each of us was born with it. Everyone has the opportunity to gain an understanding of what exactly is awarded by nature and to translate into the labors of their days. But the path of awareness must come to everyone through their own experience. It is good if there is a majestic wisdom with luggage behind. He will tell, explain, patiently day after day, lesson after lesson will be "fooling" with the neophyte. And the sky is shining in diamonds. And if not? If you don't meet a teacher like that? No one to take under the wing. No guide capable of leading? Then you can only rely on your lucky lot. I hope the star does rise. Or it will. And without finding a purpose, the embodiment did not realize.
Man, going to a foreign land, called his servants and entrusted his possessions to them: and he gave five talents to one, two to another, one to each according to his strength; and immediately he departed. He who received five talents went and employed them, and acquired the other five talents; in the same way he who received two talents acquired the other two; but he who received one talent went and buried it in the ground and hid his master’s silver.
Mathieu Malinsky is a French boy with no particular occupation. His family lives somewhere in the suburbs of Paris. The situation is desperate, because there is no father and only the mother takes care of three children. The passion for music overwhelms the young man. Once upon a time, a gray-haired pianist saw in him the makings of an outstanding performer - hearing, memory, virtuosity, learning on the verge of genius. Diligence and desire to consolidate, to work on technique and he is the first among equals. So what? Goal. The path is open. Alas, and "but," as they say. Poverty. When there is no coin for a piece of bread, it is better not to go to Ferenc Liszt. Do your prose. Leave the delights of high to others.
A lucky chance gives Mathieu a second chance in Pierre. A conservatory bird flies on a friend's shoulder. You ready? Are you capable? You want to? You believe me and yourself? Decide what the music is. What's she to you? Passion and the work of life or an emotional outburst of momentary illumination?
Evil slave and lazy! You knew that I reap where I did not sow, and gather where I did not spread; therefore you had to give my silver to the merchants, and when I came, I would receive mine with profit; therefore, take from him the talent, and give to him who has ten talents, for to everyone who has will be given and multiplied, and from those who have not, what he has will be taken away; but cast out the worthless slave into the outer darkness.
The picture reveals several layers of current French society. Human social status. Reconciliation through self-awareness. Poverty, limited means are not a sentence. Find yourself, realize to the maximum, strive for a dream and now you are on the cereal of the golden calf. Next. Ethnic community of tolerance by union of two characters through timekeeping of the tape. Here is the “vicious circle” of yesterday’s Dalek.
Of the actors, without a doubt, the play of Christine Scott Thomas is the brilliance of an embodied image. The male component of the orchestra is somewhat inferior to her. Lambert Wilson didn't seem entirely convincing in revealing the role. Andre Marcon truncated short sound did not bring a lively character. Jules Benshetri is full of silence. Alas.
Probably a smile of gratitude would sound to mention the creators of the name of Robin Williams and his character Sean Maguire from Good Will Hunting, 1997, because the French director very punctually dissects the brainchild of Gus Van Sant. Matt Damon is a difficult teenager with correctional work, with floor washing, with a girl from a different social stratum in each of us. The labyrinths of complexes and burns of childhood are reduced to a minimum, the youthful purity of omniscience in duel duels of intolerance is simplified, but we are still the same “brother”. Blood. Are they twins? Almost. French cinema turned out more lyrical and more subtle, American psychological abyss dripped. But their difference is not surprising. After all, Mathieu takes his first steps as a professional musician, and Will was a mathematical genius. And that says it all.
7 out of 10