Enescu, Skinned Alive

Bad acting, bad cinematography, bad editing, and no script, but besides all this it's very good - I'm kidding!

The dialog is almost entirely made up of quotes, and it shows: it doesn't flow and has no logic. There is nothing in this film about the real Enescu, one of the greatest composers of the 20th century. Why is he a great composer? One can never find out about it from this film.

Of course, the film makers are only interested in gossip and his love life. And this wouldn't be so bad if they showed the contrast between the greatness of the artist and the flaws of his married life, which would have been a real subject for a good film.

P. S. In the end credits, the pretentious filmmakers wrote the name of one 'L. W. Beethoven'. So much for the accuracy level of this lame flick.

Exceptional! I'm not sure if I dare make such a comparison, but it felt to me very much like Enescu's Oedipe-birth, rise, deception in place of triumph, downfall, and death. Sublime! It tells the story of Enescu's life, portraying him not just as a genius, but as a man-with all his struggles and depth-framing his tumultuous relationship with Maruca within the arc of his career. I learned so much about Enescu's life, and I really appreciate the message it conveys: to cherish our cultural values, not just by remembering great names from the past, but by truly understanding their journey, their sacrifices, and the legacy they left behind. It's a powerful reminder of how important it is to honor and preserve the richness of our heritage. I'm truly glad Romanian films are being made on such meaningful themes.

Romanian cinema seems to feel uncomfortable with George Enescu, the most important Romanian composer and one of the most appreciated musicians of the 20th century. Violinist, conductor, educator, but above all composer, who in addition to a few hits (especially the rhapsodies) also composed a lot of profound and difficult music, a challenge for performers but also for listeners, Enescu traveled a winding path throughout his life, from his appearance in the world of music as a child prodigy, going through a sentimental life often in the focus of the scandal press, to the end of his life as an exile from Romania that had became a communist country, marked by illness and disillusionment. Paradoxically, no film has been dedicated to him so far. Director Toma Enache worked for many years on the construction of the project that became the film 'Enescu, jupuit de viu' (English title - 'Enescu Skinned Alive') which fits well into the trend of biographies of great composers that seem to enjoy success on screens in recent years. The result is one of those films that polarizes opinions, declared by some as a masterpiece or art film, criticized by others as 'soft porn' and blasphemy against a national cultural icon. I will try to share what I felt while watching it, my impressions being also a combination of contradictions.

Enescu's biography is presented in somewhat chronological order, although there are many 'flash-back' and 'flash-forward' insertions. For the Romanian viewer, somewhat familiar with the composer's biography, the exposition does not present any problems, but for less initiated viewers I think there will be quite a few difficulties in placing some episodes in time and especially in context. The emphasis is placed on the passionate love story between Enescu and Maruca Cantacuzino, which unfolded over the course of several decades. However, a problem arises here that I am not sure if it is technical or a directorial decision that is difficult to explain. Toma Enache uses very little makeup, or if he does, it is clumsy. Enescu seems frozen in an eternal allure around the age of 50 while Maria Rosetti Cantacuzino looks about 20 years younger. In reality, the two were quite close in age, Maruca being about three years older. Problematic decisions or executions, because, for example, the relationship of the woman about 50 years old with the philosopher Nae Ionescu over ten years younger is difficult to understand based on the way the protagonists look.

I cannot avoid the comparison with the film 'Boléro' by Anne Fontaine, made in the same year, which tells the story of the life of Maurice Ravel, Enescu's contemporary. In both movies the scripts center around the gestation of the major mature work of each of the two composers - Ravel's 'Bolero' and Enescu's opera 'Oedipe'. In my opinion, we learn much less about Enescu's masterpiece in this film. Is Oedipus' suffering meant to be a replica of the musician's love pains, passionately loved but occasionally deceived by the capricious princess? We learn too little about Enescu the man and his relationships with the world around him. Toma Enache built sets, used authentic locations when he could, and created luxurious costumes to reconstruct the world of the Romanian aristocracy before World War II, but the image seemed as brilliant as it is superficial. The music is, of course, formidable, with Enescu performed by the Orchestre National de France conducted by Cristian Macelaru, but the spoken text does not always work well and sometimes sounds more like a precious documentary commentary. I was not enthusiastic about either the choice or the acting performances of Catalin Bocirnea and Theodora Sandu. They look great in the love scenes, but from a film about Enescu I expected something completely different. More about the soul and music, less about the flesh. The producers chose not to release the film in the commercial cinemas in Romania, limiting themselves to special screenings and now to broadcasting on television. Perhaps it would have been more successful in cinemas. If I'm wrong, 'Enescu, jupuit de viu' may even become a cult film, not just one good for anniversary screenings.

Enescu skinned alive - a film by Toma Enache Finally a movie that made my whole being (mind-body-spirit) vibrating. A movie that is not about gangsters, guns and violence but about the art of music, love and beauty.

It is about the life of a genius Romanian classic music composer, his inner emotional univers, his struggles, his ups and downs in the world of creativity and recognition but also it is about the passionate love between him and the beautiful princes Maruca No, I am not gonna narrate the story in this movie but instead I am telling how this movie made me feel from the first music note till to the last one.

It was like my whole being was willingly kidnapped and flown away through a time tunel to the XIX Century. The decore, epoch costumes, interior decorations the streets of Paris with beautiful arhitecture or the rustic house with a beautiful garden in Moldavia where Enescu was born and spent his childhood, the magnificent palaces and concert halls, the elegance of beautiful women, the romantic evenings where piano was played by Enescu for the high class audiences.... all these has made me forget for 2 hours the present times where the soul of the world I live in has become poorer with each technological advancement and oh boy, I felt so happy for 2 hours when this movie helped me to escape it into a like fairytale world.

Assuming that each cell of the human body is a music instrument ... well, this movie has made all my "instruments" play and vibrate in a perfect, devine like, harmony with not even one false note.

The passionate love between Enescu princess Maruca has given the movie sweet, erotic, sometimes even dramatic flavors which I have absorbed with pleasurable emotions.

My mind was really impressed by the wisdom flowing out from the intelligent dialogues among the movie characters.

Yes, by making this movie the regizor Toma Enache has proven his dedication to perfection.

It was nothing I did not like about this movie,. Oh, yes I did not like when the movie ended and I found myself back in the present.

It was no wonder that this movie has been the winner of 45 international prestigious awards

Dini Trandu - a fan of art, music poetry, love and beauty.

This film is a disgrace. A grim, disconnected mess that claims to be about George Enescu, yet does everything possible to strip him of his brilliance, dignity, and relevance. The actors deliver wooden, lifeless performances - often mumbling their lines to the point where entire scenes become unintelligible. The transitions between scenes are abrupt and nonsensical, like a bad fever dream stitched together without care or narrative logic.

Instead of exploring the genius of Enescu - his childhood talent, his connection with God and Romania, his obsession with music and family, his artistic madness while composing Oedipe for 20 years (nothing is said about how Enescu gave Oedipe a different ending, a new philosophical alure - unlike the ancient tragedies, he offered transcendence, not ruin), more thoughts he expose in his connection with journalist Bernard Gavoty, - we get a grotesque focus on misery, scandal, and nudity. The film centers more on Maruca Cantacuzino and her affairs, thoughts from her journal than on the music or Enescu himself. No inspiration, no passion, no truth - just a slow, sinister mockery. A terrible and broken image of a man who deserved reverence, not ridicule.

What's even more astonishing is that this film was presented abroad and toured through Romania as if it were some kind of national statement. But this film doesn't celebrate Enescu - it desecrates his legacy. There is absolutely no justification for taking this grotesque version of a national treasure and parading it on international stages.

This could have been a tribute to a titan of music. Instead, it's a tone-deaf, shallow, and frankly insulting portrayal. A total failure made by Toma Enache.

A mockery dressed up as cinema. Shallow, cruel, and unforgivable.