On the Waterfront (1954) is a silly, preachy film with a garbled message but it has a sweeping score and I didn’t know it was a Leonard Bernstein work.
Quite the kerfuffle surrounded Maestro (2023), cooked up by the usual whining lot – the lead actor doesn’t share the same ethnicity as the real-life musician(!). Such hysterics are par for the course these days.
The movie:
All the sycophantic wee groupies grinning away pissed me off, as did the constant smoking; it was tiresome even if accurate. Bit too long, torporific pacing, quite boring.
But I recommend it merely for showing a time when famous people were exemplary talents who had something that most mortals couldn’t do.
These days we venerate the mediocre.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 