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Mahler
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Mahler
cast: Robert Powell, Georgina Hale, Lee Montague, and Miriam Karlin
director: Ken Russell
111 minutes (15) 1974
Fremantle DVD Region 2 retail
RATING:
6/10
reviewed by Richard Bowden
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Mahler has sometimes been cited as the finest of Russell's composer bio-pics,
an informal series which began with several impressive works made for television at
the beginning of the 1960s. As such it falls between the relative restraint of the
black-and-white photographed Gordon Jacob (1959) and the uninspired late Mystery
Of Dr Martinu (1993), another TV special that more or less finished the run. Elgar:
Fantasy Of A Composer On A Bicycle (2002), a revisiting of Russell's celebrated
early work
[Elgar],
seemed like a creative codicil. Like The Music Lovers (1970), which preceded
it, and Lisztomania (1975), which followed, Mahler was made for the big
screen. The larger budgets involved allowed Russell the narrative luxuries of greater
length and a move to colour; but also to indulge a penchant for flamboyant fantasy,
kitsch and nudity.
The film takes place mostly as a series of flashbacks, experienced by the ailing composer
as he travels to take up a last appointment in Vienna, accompanied by his wife Alma
(Georgina Hale). Portraying the composer is Robert Powell who, showing a close resemblance
to the subject, arguably does a far more sympathetic job than Richard Chamberlain (Russell's
Tchaikovsky) or Roger Daltrey (Liszt). His memories prompted by his imminent mortality,
as well as Alma's libidinous interest in a handsome soldier also on the train, Mahler
dwells on several key episodes of his life, such as his early musical education, his
conversion to Catholicism and a humiliating job interview for the Vienna Opera. Thus
while the fatigue wracked composer's train journey is experienced as reality, his feverish
recollection of a creative past is often hallucinatory and surreal - moments at which
Russell's colourful staging of events is foremost.
Just how one takes the resultant mix of high culture and low camp is a matter of personal
taste. "Why is everyone so literal these days?" complains Russell's disillusioned
composer at one point. It is worth bearing this view in mind, as well as Mahler's later
opinion that it is sometimes necessary to "see with the eyes of children... and hear
with the ears of children." Literal or not, Mahler is definitely not for
children, including as it does Nazis, naked cavorting, and some cod nightmare imagery
in one characteristically overheated package. For this viewer, seeing the film again
for the first time since the original release, the result is the same: I was entertained,
if ultimately unmoved, by a work which may show the audience the way Russell sees his
Mahler - but is less convincing as to how Mahler saw his world. At the end of the day
Russell's more extravagant stagings become a distraction, rather than a revelation,
the composer's creative neuroses coarsened by his baroque vision.
This 'problem' with Mahler is the same as with several of Russell's more ambitious
films. The director's heavy handed use of not-especially-shocking imagery - in fact
one doubts now whether, in most cases, it ever really was very alarming, more just in
bad taste - usually done quickly and on a budget, drives home matters with a sledgehammer.
On those occasions where Russell's approach has proved most successful, such as in
The Devils (1971), disturbing imagery coincides most closely with the subject
(religious hysteria and the inquisition) a reinforcement that benefits further from
first-rate art direction (by Derek Jarman). In Mahler, to take a glaring example,
the intrusion of black-uniformed Nazis into the composer's nightmare of premature burial
- a sequence that culminates in a semi-nude Alma squatting over his death mask, is both
crass and irrelevant. (His film incidentally also includes a shameless 'lift' from Visconti's
Death In Venice.) Similar doubts attend the conversion to Catholicism film within
a film, featuring some laboured silent comedy - Powell as Mahler even does a Stan Laurel
'cry' at one point - including setups which perhaps inspired Tim the Enchanter's appearance
in Monty Python And The Holy Grail, in cinemas a year later. The intrusion of
the Third Reich into a film about a composer might have made sense if the subject had
been the notably anti-Semitic and pompous Wagner. Supporting an account of the insecure,
frequently humiliated, Jewish, Mahler, its heavy handed and inappropriate nature is
ultimately toe curling.
Fortunately, and even with all these shortcomings, Russell's film is rarely boring.
Buoyed up with of large chunks of music, Mahler's sequence of colourful events
moves along easily enough. Shot mostly on location in Russell's beloved Lake District,
a lot of the film makes a fair pass of recreating Austria in the first decade of the
last century. The most affecting moments for this viewer remain the quieter ones -
Mahler alone in his summer house, conducting one of his great orchestral canvases in
his head, or the quiet interlude with the doctor who confesses to being tone deaf and,
ironically, is someone the composer feels he can trust most easily. Russell's recreation
of Mahler's childhood is also interesting, as the young composer meets a puckish man
in the woods (Ronald Pickup) who offers his timely advice that "The man who doesn't
live in nature can't write a true note of music." This sequence is one of the few
times that performances are allowed to grow for, squeezed between Russell's set pieces
and Mahler's mammoth orchestrations, actors sometimes appear hard pressed to make an
impression with quieter moment of dialogue. Perhaps Powell and Hale come off best as
a couple at towards the end of the film, as the composer delicately explains her role
in his inspiration. It's a sensitive moment, bringing a note of intimacy often lacking
elsewhere.
The DVD comes with a trailer and scene access. As Russell is still alive, its a shame
that the director was not prevailed upon to provide a commentary track, but at least
this release of an hitherto hard to find film comes in an excellent print.
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