Every time I watch Star Wars, Shostakovich appears. Behind every lightsaber duel, every flight of the Millennium Falcon. Behind Vader’s breathing… there is Dmitri:
Every time I watch Gladiator, it happens again. When Maximus shouts “At my signal unleash hell”, Dmitri’s ghost appears.
Beside Chabrol, with his elegant and distinguished, dark and dissonant music. A reflection of family relationships that guide the movie. It’s inevitable, Shostakovich visits me. Other composers are speaking , but with their language.
When it happens, I always ask to Dmitri’s ghost the same questions: And you? Who are your ghosts? Who inspires you? He never answers, goes out.
Only when he disappears I can relax and enjoy. But when the movie ends…