Brief Summary: Amadeus is a biographical film about one of greatest composers of all time, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. The movie depicts the brilliance and genius of Mozart in music. Mozart’s gift brought envy to other musicians of his time, notable of them is Antonio Salieri, who even held enmity towards God for favoring Mozart as instrument.
Salieri: Leave me alone.
Priest: I cannot leave alone a soul in pain.
Mozart: Do you know who I am?
Priest: That makes no difference. All men are equal in God’s eyes.
Salieri: How well are you trained in music?
Salieri to Priest: Can you recall no melody of mine? I was the most famous composer in Europe.
I wrote 40 operas alone.
Priest to Salieri: For God’s sake, my son… if you have something to confess, do it now. Give yourself some peace.
Salieri: He was my idol. Mozart. I can’t think of a time when I didn’t know his name. I was playing childish games, when he was playing music for kings and emperors. Even the pope in Rome.
Salieri: While my father prayed earnestly to God, to protect commerce, I would offer up, secretly…
the proudest prayer a boy could think of. “Lord, make me a great composer. Let me celebrate your glory through music, and be celebrated myself. Make me famous through the world, dear God. Make me immortal. After I die… let people speak my name forever with love for what I wrote. In return, I will give you my chastity, my industry, my deepest humility, every hour of my life. Amen”.
Salieri to Priest: Tell me. If you had been me, wouldn’t you have thought God had accepted your vow?
Salieri: Work and work and work, that was all my life. And it was wonderful. Everybody liked me. I liked myself.
Salieri referring to Mozart: This man had written his first concerto at the age of 4, his first symphony at 7, a full-scale opera at 12.
Mozart: My music. They’ve started without me.
Salieri: That was Mozart. That giggling, dirty creature I’d just seen crawling on the floor.
Salieri: Why would God choose an obscene child (Mozart) to be his instrument?
Man: Italian is the proper language for opera. All educated people agree on that.
Salieri: All I ever wanted was to sing to God. He gave me that longing and then made me mute.
Why? Tell me that. If he didn’t want me to praise him with music, why implant the desire… like a lust in my body? And then deny me the talent?
Madame Cavalieri: What does he look like?
Salieri: Mozart? You might be disappointed.
Madame Cavalieri: Why?
Salieri: Looks and talent don’t always go together, Katerina.
Madame Cavalieri: Looks don’t concern me, maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste.
Salieri: The creature (mozart) had had my darling girl.
Salieri: What was God up to? Was it possible I was being tested? Was God expecting me to offer forgiveness, in the face of every offense? No matter how painful?
Salieri: Why choose Mozart to teach me lessons in humility?
Mozart letter: Most beloved father: Remember how you always told me Vienna is the city of musicians.
To conquer here is to conquer Europe. With my wife I can do it. One day soon, when I’m wealthy man, you’ll come and live with us, and we’ll be so happy.
Man: Mozart, you are not the only composer in Vienna.
Mozart: No. But I’m the best.
Mozart: They’re (Italians) all musical idiots.
Wife of Mozart: My husband spends far more than he can ever earn. I don’t mean that he’s lazy because he`s not at all, he works all day long. It’s just that he’s not practical. Money simply slips through his fingers. It’s ridiculous.
Salieri referring to Mozart: He had simply written down music, already finished in his head.
Page after page of it. As if he were just taking dictation. And music… finished as no music is ever finished.
Displace one note, and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase, and the structure would fall.
Salieri about Mozart composition: Here again was the very voice of God. I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink strokes, at an absolute beauty.
Salieri: There is no God of mercy, Father. Just a God of torture.
Salieri:Dear God… enter me now. Fill me with one piece of true music. One piece with your breath in it, so I know that you love me. Show me one sign of your favor, and I will show mine to Mozart. I will get him the royal position.
Mozart: Stanzi. What is it? What’s the matter? Tell me. Tell me.
Stanzi: I love you.
Salieri to God: From now on, we are enemies. You and I. Because you choose for your instrument
a boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy, and give me for reward only the ability to recognize the incarnation.
Because you are unjust… unfair… unkind… I will block you. I swear it. I will hinder and harm your creature on earth, as far as I am able.
Salieri to Mozart: Between you and me, no one in the world could do musical harm to the Princess Elizabeth.
Mozart: They want to hear me play, but they won’t let me teach their daughters, as if I was some kind of a fiend.
Mozart: I am working on something that is going to explode like a bomb shell all over Europe.
Salieri: I don’t think you should become known in Vienna as a debtor, Mozart.
Mozart: Well, next time you wish me to instruct another one of your dogs, please let me know.
Mozart’s father: They say you have debts.
Mozart: Who says that? That’s a malicious lie.
Mozart’s father: Composition doesn’t pay. You know that.
Salieri: That was not Mozart laughing, Father. That was God. That was God laughing at me through that obscene giggle.
Salieri: Go on, Signore. Laugh. Show my mediocrity for all to see. One day I will laugh at you. Before I leave this earth… I will laugh at you.
Mozart about Figaro piece: I’ve taken out everything that could give offense. I hate politics.
Man: Mozart, music is not the issue here. No one doubts your talent. It’s your judgment of literature that’s in question.
Mozart: Why must we go on forever writing only about gods and legends?
Man: Opera is here to ennoble us, Mozart.
Mozart: Which one of you would rather listen to your hairdresser than Hercules, or Horatius or Orpheus. People so lofty, they sound as if they shit marble.
Mozart: I’m a vulgar man. But I assure you, my music is not.
Emperor: You are passionate, Mozart. But you do not persuade.
Salieri descrbing Mozart Figaro opera: I heard the music of true forgiveness filling the theater,
conferring on all who sat there, perfect absolution. God was singing through this little man, to all the world.
Unstoppable. Making my defeat more bitter with every passing bar.
Salieri on people yawning while watching Mozart’s opera: Three yawns.. and the opera would fail the same night. Two yawns, within a week at most. With one yawn, the composer could still get…
Salieri: Did my work please you?
Mozart: I never knew that music like that was possible.
Wolfgang had actually summoned up his own father, to accuse his son before all the world.
Man in mask: I have come to commission work from you.
Mozart: What work?
Man: A Mass for the dead.
Mozart: What dead? Who is dead?
Man: A man who deserved a Requiem Mass and never got one.
Salieri: My plan was so simple… that it terrified me. First, I must get the death Mass,
and then… I must achieve his death.
Salieri: A great Mass of death. Requiem Mass for Wolfgang Mozart. Composed by his devoted friend,
Antonio Salieri. What sublimity. What depth. What passion in the music. Salieri has been touched by God at last, and God forced to listen. Powerless to stop it. I, for once, in the end, laughing at him.
Salieri: I’m afraid Mozart is a lost cause, baron. He has succeeded in alienating practically
the whole of Vienna. He never pays his debts. I can’t think of anyone to whom I’d dare recommend him.
Man: What’s so intelligent about writing a Requiem?
Stanzi: Money. Money.
Stanzi: Wolfie. I think you really are going mad.
Mozart to Salieri: You are so good to me. Truly. Thank you. You, you are the only colleague of mine
Salieri to Mozart: I tell you… you are the greatest composer known to me.
Mozart (dying): It’s too soon.
Mozart: Do you believe in it?
Mozart: A fire which never dies, burning you forever.
Salieri: Oh, yes.
Mozart: I’m so ashamed.
Salieri: Of what?
Mozart: I was foolish. I thought you did not care for my work, or me. Forgive me.
Salieri to priest: Your merciful God. He destroyed his own beloved, rather than let a mediocrity share in the smallest part of his glory. He killed Mozart. And kept me alive to torture.
Salieri: I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
Salieri: Mediocrities everywhere. I absolve you.