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Wilmington on DVDs. Mozart’s Sister

Mozart’s Sister (Three and a Half Stars)
France: Rene Feret, 2010 (Music Box)

Mozart’s Sister, a splendidly produced period film by French writer-director Rene Feret is the fictionalized semi-biographical tale of a remarkable girl, her extraordinary family and of the beautiful music they all made together. It’s often lovely to see and hear, but it’s also a very sad story, as stories about great artists — and great artists-who-could-have-been — sometimes are. The girl’s name was Maria Anna Mozart, or “Nannerl” for short.

She, of course, was Mozart’s sister, and if you felt or wept for her brother in Amadeus or anything else (including liner notes), for his sometimes sad life and premature death and the irony of his incredible posthumous fame and stature, you may weep for her as well — for her long life, for her lost chances, and for the obliteration of her art and music.

The movie begins lyrically, with a scene that recalls the openings of both Bergman’s The Magician and Max Ophuls’ Lola Montes: the Mozart family traveling to an engagement in a nearly broken down coach through the woods. When it does break down, we’re made painfully aware of how vulnerable their existence really is, the dilemma of many artists. We see how dependent Leopold Mozart (Marc Barbe) abd Frau Mozart (Delphine Chuillot) are on his patrons, and on his patrons’ world and its rules and proprieties. When the family stops at an abbey after the breakdown, accepting the hospitality of the nuns, Nannerl meets the royal daughters, who are sequestered there, and Louise de France (Lisa Feret) — a seraphic imp — immediately appoints herself Nannerl’s special friend. That leads later to the addition of Nannerl’s “romance” with the Dauphin (Clovis Fouin), who seemingly loves Nannerl and her music, and hates his sybaritic father, the King.

Now, everyone knows, or should, that Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart — who was playing keyboards at four, and composing music at five, and had become one of the greatest composers of all time by the time of his death at 36 — was one of the miracles of the history of classical music: master composer of the 21st and 23rd Piano Concertos, of the 40th Symphony, and the Clarinet Quintet and Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, and the Haydn Quartets, and “The Magic Flute” and “Don Giovanni” and the “Requiem” and many, many others.

But what about Nannerl, so splendidly played in this movie, with such poise, grace and intelligence, by director Feret’s daughter Marie Feret?

Five years older than her brother, Nannerl was a prodigy too. She played harpsichord at seven and she was Wolfgang’s accompanist through much of his career as a child musical phenomenon. And Wolfgang (played here by the notable cute little David Moreau) adored both Nannerl and her music. She was his childhood best friend and model, and they invented a little magic, imaginary play-world, of which they were king and queen, called the Kingdom of Back.

What happened to her? The movie, which is a fictionalization of Maria Anna’s life, tells some truth, mixes it with fancy. The truth largely revolves around the film’s portrayal of her warm relationship with her genius brother, and with her mother Anna Maria (Delphine Chuillot), and the more painful but powerful bond with her composer/musician/teacher father Leopold (done superbly by Marc Barbe), who dominated her life. (She never left him, though Wolfgang broke away, and she probably should have.)

The fiction mostly comes from an imagined relationship between Nannerl and two members of the French royal family: a wondrous sympathetic friendship with little Louise de France (adorably played by Lisa) and that brutal imagined romance between Nannerl and the Dauphin of France — whom Fouin turns into something suggesting a Joaquin Phoenix interpretation of a French Norman Bates.

I’m not sure how I feel about those additions  — but little Lisa Feret as so marvelous as Louise, Nannerl’s small but powerful friend, that she almost tips the balance by herself. Lisa owes a lot to her father, of course; they all do. Feret truns Mozart’s Sister into the kind of elegant costume drama that has been the sometime glory of French cinema (and Hollywood‘s as well), especially when a artist like Max Ophuls, Jacques Feyder or Jean-Paul Rappeneau is at the helm. Feret, an actor and director whose better-known films include The Mystery of Alexina, is a superior visual stylist, not quite in the Ophuls row, but at least in the balcony. He’s very good with actors, especially with his children. (Being a fine teacher is one quality he shares with Leopold Mozart.)

Marie Feret holds the screen beautifully as Nannerl, expertly miming the music and movingly conveying the girl’s sweetness, artistry and quietude. If Lisa Feret delights us as Louise, Marie wins our hearts as Nannerl. And father Rene is on the screen as well, playing (what else?) a music professor.

And the real Nannerl, what of her? Why aren’t we listening to her 5th Piano Concerto, or her Vespers, or her piano sonatas, or comic operas?

Well, as Mozart’s Sister partly tells us, she was maybe too much of a prodigy, and definitely an artist in the wrong place and time. It was the 1760s, in Salzburg. She was a female, and when she turned 18, and became of marriageable age, Leopold considered further musical pursuits unsuitable. He retired his daughter, so that she could find a good husband and start having children. He also rejected her personal love choice, a teacher named Franz d’Ippold, and chose for her instead a wealthy magistrate with children of his own, named Johann Baptist Franz von Berchtold zo Sonnenburg. I’m sure that her husband’s name gives a good hint of what he was like and of what her married life was like too.

In any case, she had more children, devoted herself to preserving her brother’s music and memory, and died at 78, long after him. That’s the story Mozart’s Sister doesn’t quite tell, except in the end titles.

The movie suggests that Nannerl died poor, while other sources insist she was not impoverished, but was ill and unhappy. To be really happy though, she simply had to remember her youth. Despite the broken coaches and the endless lessons, how many other children had such a wondrous childhood?

I’m sure she missed Wolfgang, missed their games, missed his encouragement, missed the times they performed on piano and violin before amazed audiences — missed the wonderful music they made together. And, even though the movie fudges the facts a little, it makes us miss Nannerl — and the music she wrote that was somehow lost, and the music that she never got to write at all. Her little brother was the king, but she, we now know, was his queen.

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