gesualdo

what better way

to spend one's sunday morning revisiting old obsessions.
one of my most enduring fixations has been for the late renaissance composer of madrigals, carlo gesualdo. his music is like nothing ever heard of at the time, with the use of chromatic harmonies that weren't to be heard of again till centuries later. and then there is the brutal murder of his wife and lover, caught in flagrante delicto. i always thought it would make a heck of film. someone out there clearly agrees. bertolucci has signed up for it. fingers crossed. it could be a real cracker. or it could be an unmitigated disaster.