Amadeus: Behold the film
Among other things that I have finally found both the time and inclination to accomplish while The Parents holiday in China is the task of finding and viewing my generation's Film Canon - or at least those portions of it that I have most unsocially overlooked up to this point. But as one does when searching through a physical video-hire place for that hard-to-categorise movie, I picked up another movie that looked like it might be interesting, in spite of its distinctly irritating cover art: Amadeus (director's cut).

Being a film of most exceptional length, I left off watching it until today, when I did not have work ahead of me.

Due to my rather inconvenient addiction to good books (at the expense of minor considerations such as a good night's sleep), coupled with some latent university-related worries, I am rather ridiculously tired today. This fatigue combined with the wind-blasted cold of Winter to give me one of those malignant little headaches that make it so hard to enjoy one's self. Amadeus, I was sure, would be an oh-so-PROFOUND and noiseful chore of a film to sit through, but what the hell. I paid money to hire it, and it would pass the time while I waited to do battle with my sister's future classmates to win her some sane tutorials. The sister, incidentally, is currently walking the Kokoda Track, which for those non-Australians out there is a kind of mud river in New Guinea that was terribly important to us in World War Two.

Regardless. On went the television, in went the movie, and I hit play.

I was expecting PROFOUND MOVING DRAMA and OH SUCH HORRIBLE TRAGEDY. The LOUD CLASSICAL CHOIR was not a surprise either. So I remained standing in the living room doorway, to provide better access to the clock and the kitchen, in case I wanted a cup of tea. What can I say? The headache was in charge.

Amadeus blasted right through that malevolent little headache and preceeded to have sex with whatever part of my brain it is that appreciates Great Art. It is a very lucky thing indeed that I took the precaution of staying on my feet, otherwise I may just have forgotten about both the Sister's tutorials and my own evening meal. Because, Damn. Amadeus has size. It has presence, you understand what I'm saying? This movie is.