Instead, he cast Callow as Emanuel Schikaneder, the librettist who worked with Mozart on The Magic Flute and played the part of Papageno the bird catcher. The Tyl Theatre in Prague was the original theater where Don Giovanni first premiered in October , and the authenticity of the building was a huge boon for the production since it had hardly been updated since it was first built in And he conducted the first performance. And none of the opera house had been touched since he was there," choreographer Twyla Tharp recalled in We could have burnt down the opera house.
We had live fire in the chandelier. We were lighting people on stage, and these guys were whipping these torches around. Patrizia von Brandenstein—who became the first woman to win the Oscar for Best Art Direction with this movie—had nightmares about damaging the all-wooden opera house. In order to look believable on camera, Hulce spent a month with a piano teacher before filming. Although he knew some basics—he could read music, and had played violin and sung in choirs as a child —he needed to look like a natural. The next day was a concerto. That was really Hulce. Though there are dubious historical reports that the real Mozart had such an obnoxious laugh, Hulce created the giggle after Forman asked him to come up with "something extreme.
I had to raid the producer's private bar and have a shot of whiskey to jar myself into it. The script clearly took some artistic liberties, including the plot line of the masked man who comes to Mozart pretending to be his dead father. This was not, as the movie portrays, Salieri. His staff musicians often laughed this off because it seemed to amuse the Count, and because the Count was also an amateur musician in his own right.
And Mozart really did die later that year, in December, before completing the full mass.
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Hulce and F. Murray Abraham who played Salieri also felt those pressures. I was pushed out, and I was resentful. I began to have very nasty feelings that were exactly like Salieri's feelings toward Mozart. When that correspondence between a film and real life occurs, it's a director's dream. During filming in , Czechoslovakia was under Communist rule.
The production team was often followed around by the secret police, and Forman and the cast spoke about their fears that a Fourth of July prank—the unfurling of the American flag in the concert hall and the singing of "The Star-Spangled Banner" by the large cast and crew—would lead to their arrests for inciting rebellion. Many suspected that their hotel rooms had been bugged during the six months they spent filming the movie.
Forman, who was considered a traitor for becoming an American citizen and not returning to the Soviet-controlled area, had previously had one of his movies banned in the country then called the Czech Socialist Republic. According to Twyla Tharp, in order to shoot in red territory, Forman had to make certain concessions. At age 17, Nixon played Lorl, the maid employed by Salieri to spy on Mozart.
Though she was an experienced child actor at that point, she was also trying to finish her schooling. Thus, she and her parents were cautious of the time she'd need to be abroad for filming. Since the movie wasn't financed by a major studio with lots of promotional dollars behind it, the distributor, Orion Pictures, decided to get creative. The movie also swept the Academy Awards—of its 11 nominations, it won eight , including Best Picture and Best Director.
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