Tár Monologues

Set in the international world of Western classical music, the film centers on Lydia Tár, widely considered one of the greatest living composer-conductors and the very first female director of a major German orchestra.

Don't be so eager to be offended. The narcissism of small differences leads to the most boring kind of conformity.

Unfortunately, the architect of your soul appears to be social media.

You want to dance the mask, you must service the composer. You gotta sublimate yourself, your ego, and, yes, your identity. You must, in fact, stand in front of the public and God and obliterate yourself.

It is always the question that involves the listener, it's never the answer.

Apartment for sale / Apartment for sale / Your mother's buried deep / And now you're gonna keep / Her apartment for sale / Your sister's in jail / You put your sister in jail / You're all going to hell / Your apartment's for sale!

The problem with enrolling yourself as an ultrasonic epistemic dissident is that if Bach's talent can be reduced to his gender, birth country, religion, sexuality, and so on, then so can yours.

If Bach's talent can be reduced to his gender, birth country, religion, sexuality, and so on, then so can yours. Now, some day, Max, when you go out into the world, and you guest conduct for a major or minor orchestra, you may notice that the players have more than light bulbs and music on their stands. They will also have been handed rating sheets - the purpose of which is to rate you. Now, what kind of criteria would you hope that they use to do this? Your score reading and stick technique, or something else?

It is always the question that involves the listener, never the answer.

It's my score! You fucking, little nothing!

She wasn't One of Us. We have to forget her.

If you tell another Adult about this Conversation, they will not believe you. Because I am an Adult.