From an unfilmable play, a grand movie entertainment
If mediocrity is the natural condition of humankind, then genius is the purest and rarest of diseases. Tortured writers, earless painters, mad scientists all live inside the quarantine of their own superiority, distanced by their difference from the world they illuminate and help-recreate. To 19th century romantics the genius was a superman; to most of us today he may seem both more and less than human, an idiot savant, a freak of nature.
To Antonio Salieri, the 18th century Italian composer whom Peter Shaffer resurrected in...
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