柴可夫斯基的妻子  安东尼娜 / 柴可夫斯基之妻(港) / Антонина / Tchaikovsky’s Wife

失衡的爱带来的毁灭，像是一场情感炼狱的折磨。俄罗斯电影《柴可夫斯基的妻子》，将一代音乐大师破碎不堪的婚姻，展现出他的妻子如火柴擦燃一般的爱意，瞬间燃烧至生命最后时刻的奔放与压抑的过程。

大胆追爱的女人追了一个错付的灵魂，在有爱与无爱的关系里，不断的撩拨试探与退避抗拒，强求的感情成为扭曲的囹圄，困住了他真正的追求，困住了她对于爱的偏执。在这场牵扯一生的情感纷争里两个人都输得彻底，她成了他一生无法面对，永远回避的情感伤口。他成了她执着一生，都困在其中压抑消亡的稻草。

残酷的他匿藏自己真正的内心，冲着利益和她结婚达到自己想要的目的。残酷的她用极端的追求方式，极力让自己成为他身边的一个摆设。一个要钱却落空，一个要爱也含恨落败，如此可悲的关系，在两种层面的残酷之中剥落着彼此假装的体面。更残忍对待的是她的律师情人，在得到她的处子之身之后，一直都成为她名分里的牺牲品，直至死亡。她把丈夫带给自己的残酷，都用在了情人的身上。

在冰冷感十足的画面里，女主角用男主角厌恶的一身红衣，来展现自己初为人妇的欣喜，也用这袭红衣对男主做最后最狠的审判。这袭红色带着献祭一般的决绝感，像是冷寂情绪中的一把利刃，让人心疼也让人不寒而栗。

极其考究的镜头语言和设计，让电影的艺术氛围变得宛如走进复古的油画之中。女主角梦中冰雪墓园的幻想，让白雪的纯洁与落雪的冷感，凝结成一幅精致的油画。在音乐与情绪的多重构造里面，结尾一场超现实的舞蹈，让这段撕扯一生的情感，成为一场凝结又有力的拷问。

很喜欢女主角阿丽奥娜·米哈伊洛娃的表演，从爱得汹涌到委屈痛苦，到因爱生恨而变化的精神状态，特别细腻深刻。她让“妻子”有了特别生动的魂魄，坚毅执拗的眼神与颤抖的嘴角，都刻画出了妻子不同情境的状态变化。

真的很喜欢基里尔·谢列布连尼科夫的电影，总不让人失望！

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1.充满魅力的影调。柴可夫斯基复活了。不出意料。

2.正叙开篇几场戏，女主角几乎没有台词。全都是反应镜头。

3.灯光太过于漂亮了，你永远可以相信俄罗斯电影。

经过时，房间里透出最耀眼的光，观众什么都懂了。

4.日外也很精彩

5.让人倒吸凉气的美

6.太嗲了这个镜头

7.第一次心动，这个画摆放的很绝。脑门上的苍蝇。

8.真是漂亮的光影

9.这个角度恰到好处。

10.牛逼的导演就是拍啥像啥

晚餐前/后

11.红色的礼服，既合适又不协调

12.男演员看镜头，这个处理调皮啊

13.这一段演员的表演太棒了，僵硬，轻微的无所适从，这是一个放在其他年代并不会成立的人物

14.燥热，拥挤，喧哗的氛围

15.打开与封锁的跳切

16.这个转场是导演的基本操作，这部片子用的很克制

17.精美。再一次惊呼。

18.伯格曼式的场景营造

19.弹奏带出托情绪的配乐，转场

20.妹妹是个有趣的角色。“他从没喜欢女人。连一个也没有。也许妈妈除外。”

“喝吧，这会让你平静一些。随你吧。”

21.玩鱼缸的孩子

22.沾着血的钢琴

23.闻下体的味道

24.打呼，表现男人的庸俗。对于细微事物愚钝。从门缝前景里看到的事物，显得更加疯癫。

25.残废的狗和烟雾

26.一个名场面的诞生。死亡/棺材/钢琴。

27.最后的舞蹈，非常酷

Title: The Music Lovers

Year: 1971

Country: UK

Language: English, French

Genre: Biography, Music, Drama

Director: Ken Russell

Screenwriter: Melvyn Bragg

Based on the book by Catherine Drinker Bowen and Barbara von Meck

Music: André Previn

Cinematography: Douglas Slocombe

Editor: Michael Bradsell

Cast:

Richard Chamberlain

Glenda Jackson

Izabella Telezynska

Christopher Gable

Sabina Maydelle

Kenneth Colley

Max Adrian

Maureen Pryor

Andrew Faulds

Bruce Robinson

Rating: 7.8/10

English Title: Tchaikovsky's Wife

Original Title: Zhena Chaikovskogo

Year: 2022

Country: Russia, France, Switzerland

Language: Russian, French, Italian

Genre: Biography, Drama

Director/Screenwriter: Kirill Serebrennikov

Music: Daniil Orlov

Cinematography: Vladislav Opelyants

Editor: Yuriy Karikh

Cast:

Alyona Mikhaylova

Odin Lund Biron

Vladimir Mishukov

Flipp Avdeev

Natalya Pavlenkova

Ekaterina Ermishina

Varvara Shmykova

Alexander Gorchilin

Miron Fedorov

Nikita Pirozhkov

Viktor Khorinyak

Nikita Elenev

Andrey Burkovskiy

Gurgen Tsaturyan

Yuliya Aug

Rating: 7.5/10

One story, two disparate approaches. Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840-1893) is a household name today, but apparently his personal life was quite a scandal thanks to his closeted homosexuality. The fascinating recount about his lavender marriage (avant la lettre) with Antonina Miliukova (1948-1917) is the subject of the two films, made half a century apart.

THE MUSIC LOVERS is one of Russell’s biopics about classical composers, hot on the heels of his breakout with WOMEN IN LOVE (1969). Chamberlain’s Tchaikovsky is handsome, delicate, but over a barrel, exceedingly tormented by anguish and guilt of his sexuality. His elation can only be glanced in the passing merrymaking with his lover Count Anton Chiluvsky (Gable) in the opening festivity (invoking “Hunter in the Snow” by Pieter Bruegel the Elder), or later, when his star is rising and his works gain traction (where Russell’s grandiose creativity juice is flowing most plentifully. “Cannonballs aiming to those who have done him wrong!”).

So most of the time Tchaikovsky is a stereotyped sad sack. Intrigued by the billets-doux from Antonina (Jackson), he takes the plunge to wed her hoping for a platonic marriage like a brother and a sister. Only in Russell’s lascivious reverie, Antonina is a nymphomaniac. The couple’s abortive sexual intercourse inside a roomette is a hog-wild nightmare. Never before in a motion picture, a woman’s naked body is presented so unsexy, even repulsive. Jolted by the streaking train, Jackson’s skinny frame in the raw is crimped inside a pokey space, lying like an empty skeleton, inert, defeated, barely breathing. Their marriage is dead on arrival, and in time, it drives one insane and the other suicidal (Tchaikovsky is haunted by the horrific death of his mother, mistreated after catching cholera, and it becomes his death wish).

After that, a separation is propounded and implemented, and Antonina behaves increasingly erratic, neurotic and voracious in carnal knowledge with other men. Meantime Pyotr finds refuge in his patron Madame Nadezhda von Meck (Telezynska). If anything, their relation exemplifies what Pyotr wants with a woman: distant (Madame von Meck doesn’t want to meet her beneficiary in person), chaste (the only time they lay on the same bed, no body contact is performed) and idolatrous (she is the No. 1 fan of his music). Nonetheless, his secret is the deal breaker for her, not enough soul-ensorcelling music in the world can redeem his “perversion”.

In accordance with Russell’s overblown disposition, THE MUSIC LOVERS can be best described a careening roller coaster, rhapsodically heading towards disasters and destruction like nobody’s business. Chamberlain and Jackson make for a compelling duo sharing a folie à deux, perfect attuned to Russell’s masochistic expressions of delusion and derangement, plus with London Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Previn, performing Tchaikovsky’s centerpieces, the film can sweep audiences off their feet far and away.

Russian director Kirill Serebrennikov’s angle towards the same subject is to put Antonina (Mikhaylova) in the dead center, who is in almost every scene, and unfurl the narrative exclusively from her point of view.

Serebrennikov, a devout dissenter towards Russia’s conservative ethos, has established his names both on theater and cinema. TCHAIKOVSKY’S WIFE is his tenth feature and it is such a beaut in hue, blending old sepia with a divine coldness of dun, taupe, glaucous, often facilitated by natural lighting, and it goes without saying, the film is far more historically accurate in the settings and the mood.

In the beginning, Antonina is just a pious girl who carries a torch for Tchaikovsky (Biron), and when the latter first refuses, then agrees to her bold proposition, she credits it to the omnipotent God. But when it is apodictic that they cannot consummate their marriage, and she is a fish out of water among Pyotr’s homosocial circles, Antonina turns into an erotomaniac and a religious fanatic subservience to her vain and hubris of being the wife of a genius. There is the moment where Antonina is explicitly informed by Pyotr’s sister Sasha (Shmykova) of his condition, still, she believes she could make him love her.

Refusing to divorce Tchaikovsky - a way out sounds rather reasonable to any victims unwittingly marrying a gay man - Antonina is shunned by Tchaikovsky, ghettoized and ridiculed by his associates. Driven by her quixotic idée fixe, her sanity starts to crack. She shackles up with her lawyer Shlykov (Mishukov), who is abusive, and gives birth to 3 children (all end up in the orphanage). The last straw is the tidings of Tchaikovsky’s death, which bookends the film.

It is a mercy that Serebrennikov doesn’t protract the story to Antonina’s asylum years. In the final moment, her disintegration is masterfully choreographed by a slithering long take where she is bedeviled by naked，, virile men dancing around her, lifting her up and down, symbolizing her escapable trials and tribulations, for which a self-serving Pyotr is inexcusably responsible, but her own benightedness is equally culpable, if not more. For that regard, Serebrennikov’s astuteness is clear as day. Also memorable is the beguiling temporal shift scenes set in a spatially static set (a train station, a room), which bear out that Serebrennikov’s superb directorial flair finally comes into its own.

In the center stage, Mikhaylova, with her demure miens and supple physicality, gives a deeply affecting account of herself as a lone warrior fighting a lost cause. A stoical heroine spurred by a single-minded blind faith, although such contrivance often rouses suspicion of seeking martyrdom. Biron, playing the second fiddle with that delicate air of revulsion and dread whenever Tchaikovsky is blind-sided by Antonina, also manifests a different look in Antonina’s illusory, snowbound dreams, a loving and successful father and husband, but his speaking expression betrays the dubiety. Both players hit their marks with flying colors. On a lesser note, a cameo by Yuliya Aug, who plays an unkempt fruitcake accosting Antonina in front of the church, causes a lasting impression as a disconcerting premonition of Antonina’s own future.

A final note, regretfully, both film refrain from any graphic scenes depicting Tchaikovsky’s homosexual behaviors. THE MUSIC LOVERS may be hogtied by its time (it is the same year of John Schlesinger’s SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY, also starring Jackson, where a scene of two men kissing is a tub-thumbing provocation), yet if anyone would’ve done it, Ken Russell seems to be the right one. But is it still too big a taboo to stare the verity in its eye today? TCHAIKOVSKY’S WIFE can smartly dodge that by changing its focal point to Antonina. For all his soul-consuming, guilt-ridden inner demon, Tchaikovsky must have some blissful days when he can simply be himself with reservation and disguise among the right persons, that is what a filmmaker owes to a genius like him if a biopic of him is greenlit. Someone please dig up something worth telling about Antonina’s husband, his side of truth is also of import.

referential entries: Ken Russell’s WOMEN IN LOVE (1969, 8.4/10), THE DEVILS (1971, 7.7/10); Kantemir Balagov’s BEANPOLE (2019, 7.4/10); Andrey Zvyagintsev’s LEVIATHAN (2014, 7.7/10).

故事发生在19世纪末的俄罗斯，一个女性只是男性护照上名字的时代。安东尼娜对柴可夫斯基一见钟情，一心要成为他的妻子，她用金钱交换一个名分。柴可夫斯基为了躲避留言同意了这场婚事，但之后就是漫长的折磨。安东尼娜嫁给了自己臆想的婚姻，柴可夫斯基则承受不了生活的喧哗与琐碎一心要远离安东尼娜去创作。安东尼娜的偏执让她不断追着男人的脚步走，不承认大家都了解的他的性向，不承认他不爱她，不签署关于丈夫的任何指控，即使她找不到他也已经和律师组建了新的家庭和孩子，也依然手握“柴可夫斯基的妻子”的身份，直至柴可夫斯基功成名因瘟疫去世……

这是一个特别残酷的故事，一方面在环境下女性没有身份没有地位，似乎唯一的出路就是成为某个名人的妻子才能拥有社交和富足的生活。我相信安东尼娜是一个有追求的独立女性，但她找不到一个正确的出口。她洗脑了自己是爱这个男人，但事实上她对他一无所知，她爱的是这个名字所带给她的某些标签和一些自由，只有这样她才能好好生活，继续社交，而不是成为一个生育工具或可怜的女人。但她终究没有逃过这样的生活，最后抓住的只能是一个虚名。我想这就是那个时代的困境，所谓的独立和争取也不过是一场困兽之斗罢了。男人必定是自私的，为了利益和平息绯闻结婚，又为了挣脱束缚什么都愿意承认换取离婚。但女人何尝又不是偏执的，知道一切也不愿相信真相，生了孩子都在大喊我是柴可夫斯基的妻子，这一切都可悲有可恨。

回到技术，我真的好爱导演啊，《彼得罗夫的流感》时就知道简直是个飞人啊，超现实梦境+长镜头，技术是真的牛。传记电影我也在想他会怎么拍，结果就是收了也没收住。从开头的臆想的葬礼柴坐起来骂她就该知道，导演就没想平铺直叙的讲述。到了后期越来越疯，后台的对话，从家里出来追着到餐厅的一段路，和最后的独舞，真真假假虚虚实实，连贯的镜头和绝美的视听，还是在技术这个部分非常值得学习。女主绝美演技狠，绝对是加分项。

我不喜欢自私的男人，也对这位偏执女性又爱又恨，从剧作无论是否是史实，我都不太喜欢这个故事。但从调度和技术来看我认为绝对是一部值得看的电影，很多场景可圈可点，画面也值得学习。

《柴可夫斯基的妻子》更易读的方式并非“天才对婚姻”，而是研究执念如何硬化为节律——把人物心里挥之不去的一个想法、欲望，当成时间与形式的问题来观察——看它如何从一团情绪，沉积成可计数、可预期的重复节拍，最后主导镜头的停留、剪接的间隔、台词的回环与音乐的回钩。安东尼娜那句自我指认——“我是柴可夫斯基的妻子”——不是影片讨论的主题，而是影片服从的节拍器。谢列把这句话拆解成可见的细节、可听的声响与可重复的日常，让它们循环，直至循环本身长成情节。同样的动作反复出现——梳洗、披纱、端坐等待、一次又一次的写信——每次回返都只是把螺丝再拧半圈，但累积的扭力不容忽视：织物更黯、袖口更皱、停顿更长、手的颤抖更细。重复不再是填充，而变成肌肉记忆；你几乎能看见日常被一点点勒紧。nn语言也按同一回路运转。熟悉的句子——他会回来；我不会离婚；他们误解了我们——在不事张扬的重现中温度改变：自证变薄为自辩，自辩腐蚀为自欺。语法始终完整，正因此令人恐惧——意义在滑移，措辞却纹丝不动。谢列不去“解释”执念，而让声音来解释：更长的沉默、更浅的呼吸、在现实退场时反而稳定下来的音色。nn空间被建造成跑道，而不是地图：公寓、走廊、门槛、街面——回路不大，通行不止。镜头一次次回到同一扇门、同一扇窗，仿佛影片在给观众训练一套“手指法”。复制从不完全相同：光线变冷，房间更空，人与人的距离更远。外部时间在前进（季节更替、社交构型、流言扩散），内部时间却原地坐着——心理的当下殖入了叙事的时间。效果既不是科幻“时间循环”的奇观，也不是闪回的安慰逻辑，而是**“差异的重复”**：每一次经过都只添加微小增量——更冷的一瞥、更紧的笑容、与画中他人再远一步。nn声音把设计密封起来。熟悉的柴可夫斯基乐句反复回归，却更干、更薄、更被截断，仿佛过热的情感一触即被降解循环。日常噪声——脚步、门闩、纸张摩擦、执拗的钟声——被放大到足以充当条件反射的提示。当那段动机再度响起，你的肩膀先于意识绷紧——回路已被安装进你的听觉。配乐不朝宣泄鼓胀，它驯化你；而这份驯化本身就是要点。nn这种结构让人看清：影片中的“暴力”不是一个可被发现、评判、解决的事件，而是一种惯习；“体面”“名分”“义务”是燃料，发动机则是循环本身。弗洛伊德的“重复强迫”在这里从常被援引却难以感受的概念，落地为可触的镜头句法；劳伦·伯兰特的“残酷的乐观主义”不再是被端放的术语，而成为日常实践——抓住那个承诺“爱/身份证明”的对象，恰恰堵死了一切通向彼岸的路径。影片并不讨论安东尼娜“值不值得同情”。它收走所有快速出口——解释、病理化、胜利式复原——把我们长期安置在她的拍点里，直到同情与指责都显得无关紧要；重要的是回路如何运转，以及维持它的代价。nn表演也骑在这条节拍上。安东尼娜的塑造避开夸张的失控，而是一种空心却恒温的状态——仿佛一条看不见的五线谱，每当她要偏离时，又被牵回同一个音型。情绪会尖刺，但更深的恐惧来自语法的稳定：自我叙述诡异地连贯，而现实已无可攫取之物。镜头给予的不是可赞或可斥的“人物”，而是一种必须承受的姿势——一个人如何住进自我正当化的语言里，打磨到足以在日光下通行，哪怕身后紧追不舍。nn这种方法与谢列更大的创作脉络一以贯之：在《彼得罗夫的流感》里，时间像发烧的器官——发黏、回绕、间歇性高热；在这里，时间像一盘卡带——总在同一小节上卡顿。两者都把时间当作会损坏的装置，而非透明的介质：先让你感到故障，再让你理解意义。场域从公共传染转为一间屋里的单人困局，但规律不变：推动影片的不是情节，而是节律；很快，“向前”不再像在移动。nn当镜头第三次穿过那扇熟悉的门洞，你已不再寻找出口，而是在数脉：这段婚姻还有心跳吗？若还有，是谁在替它打拍？影片拒绝给出干净答案，因为干净答案会背叛它正在解剖的系统。执念没有戏剧性的终场；它靠自己维持，既可测量、又可听见，直到载体——嗓音、身体、空间——再也托不住这拍点。声轨上留下的，只剩时间本身——不是流动，而是逼迫的持续。nn我的原文：https://boxd.it/4nJeAV