Watching this was such an amazing experience; so personal!
It felt as if you’d spent time in Maria Callas’s life and feeling the pain and anguish that she, at times, suffered, along with the monumental highs of her performances: It was so revealing.
It did leave me quite sad though, to learn how lonely a life can be, when you have the world expect so much from you, but to adore you at the same time and oh my, did they adore her! An absolute SUPERSTAR was Maria Callas.
For all the talk over the years of her being a diva, who was difficult to work with, I had the feeling that she was misunderstood. She worked tirelessly at something all her life in a role she didn’t even want, to please her audience. It was sad to hear her longing for her lost childhood and wishing she could have had a simple life with a loving family.
I hope I haven’t painted too sad a picture of this revealing documentary, as it was full of wonder too: Life changing to watch, in a way. I certainly won’t listen to her voice in the same way: Enjoy!
This touching and affectionate documentary is not an analysis of Callas's oeuvre or character but an attempt by director Tom Volf to allow her to tell her own story. He achieves this through plenty of archive footage, interviews, and private letters, carefully juxtaposed with aria. As she says near the end (1'47'00"): "I have written my memoirs: they are in the music I interpret, the only language I really know."
Three arias are key to the narrative: 'Vissi d'arte' ("I lived for art, I lived for love, I never did any harm to a living soul... Why, why, Lord, why do you repay me so?), 'Mi bambino caro' (My dear child), her acknowledgement of the affection of her public, who inspired her to always give her very best; and finally 'Addio del Passato' - 'Farewell, happy dreams of the past', the last cry of a woman doubly heart-broken by Aristotle Onasis: first when he throws her over for Jacqueline Onassis, and then again, once they had re-established a friendship, by his death. Six months later she died alone in her Paris apartment from a heart attack. She was 53.
If you love Callas, you'll love this: I watched it through twice.