It’s funny,
I always thought Maria Callas was Spanish. I know how this came about too, I
was brought up on a rather eclectic diet of nursery rhymes and operas and
Carmen, as sung by Maria Callas was one of my favourite things ever. I still
love it and the recording has been listened and re-listened to within an inch
of its life. I guess at some point Carmen and Callas merged in my head, so she
became Spanish. I was a little surprised to find out she was Greek. Surprised,
yet proud in a funny way, you know, the Greeks are neighbours after all. But
you know, in a way, it doesn’t really matter that much. Callas was, above and
beyond anything else, a diva. A gigantic talent. And above such things as
nationality. This is why it is so fitting that a grand actress like Fanny
Ardent is the one who portrays her. A diva to play a diva. And of course we
have Franco Zefirelli at the helm, one of the old masters of cinema and a close
friend of Callas herself. The result? Yes. It indeed is the showstopper you
expect it to be.
Callas
forever joins Maria Callas in the last year of her life, 1977. She is only 53,
but her voice is nowhere near what it used to be. Callas, a consummate diva,
has shut herself up in her home in Paris, rarely going out and slipping further
and further into depression. Her friends are worried about her but are unsure
how to go about helping this proud woman until Larry (Jeremy Irons,) her old
manager, has a brainwave. Technology means there is a way for Maria to return
to the screen, if not the stage, despite her failing voice. The question is,
will Maria accept this partial return to the limelight? Or is Larry’s idea too
little, too late?
That was
another mythic bit about Callas wasn’t it? I am pretty sure I remember the
whole “thing” of the reclusive artist, going over and over the recordings of
their former glory, finding its place in a lot of films, sometimes as a tragic
element, sometimes as a comic one. Personally, I don’t think there is anything
really funny about it. Anyone who lives long enough to reach retirement age is
going to be plagued by feelings of doubt and depression. The feeling that they
are no longer “useful” that they are “ready for the scrap heap”. The way the
creative industries function today, the “retirement age” is a lot younger and
the “fall” a lot steeper as one goes from absolute adoration to complete
anonymity and this can go to the head of even moderately famous and talented
artists, much less a musical talent like Callas who has been one of the top
performers in her field for decades. It is the realisation that while you were
once capable of so much, you are now maybe capable of only half that – or even
less. It must be quite frightening to feel that you have decade upon decade of
“absolutely nothing” ahead of you. No wonder Callas was trying to hang on to
her days of glory.
Of course
with subject matter like that, the film cannot go far wrong – a good story is
definitely the backbone of any film but I honestly think Fanny Ardent does make
all the difference. Much to my delight (spoiler alert, people) a good chunk of
the film is taken up by the filming of Carmen and the cast watching back some
of the most popular scenes. This gives the film the slightly musical, actually
no, operatic quality a biography of Callas simply must have. But it also puts
Ardent herself in the rather awkward position of having to pretend to be Callas
who is pretending to be Carmen who is pretending to sing – and is actually
singing with Callas’ own voice. Because,
of course, Ardent’s own interpretation of Carmen is one thing but Callas’
interpretation of the part is something completely different… Boy it must have
been a challenge to work that one out! Another mention simply has to go to
Jeremy Irons who is absolutely marvellous as Larry, who is almost as much a
diva as Callas herself, a typical industry professional a little too tied up
with his career to take care of his private life. Another strong character in
the film is that of Joan Plowright as Sarah Keller, the journalist and their
common friend who is also trying to get Callas back on her feet. The portrait
is a wonderful, unflinching yet very humane portrayal of a very extraordinary
woman. Ardent’s performance makes me hanker for the old days, the old fashioned
stars. I strongly recommend this film, even if you aren’t a particular fan of
Callas or the opera. Because, let’s not forget, the original Callas Forever was
meant to open up Callas’ works to a new generation… Who knows… It may work its
magic on you too…
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