Orchestra Rehearsal

An off-screen Italian television camera crew (voice enacted by Fellini) conducts documentarian-style roving interviews with musicians preparing for a low-budget rehearsal in a run-down auditorium, a space once a 13th-century church and now slated for demolition. The film unfolds as a mosaic of candid, often caustic conversations, where each musician defends their own instrument as the indispensable heartbeat of the group, and where personal memories and spiritual attitudes toward music shape every comment. The atmosphere is intimate, wry, and stubbornly human, even as the surroundings—dusty pews, peeling paint, and a sense of decayed grandeur—underline the stakes of their craft.

The conductor arrives, Balduin Baas, speaking Italian with an affected German accent, and immediately asserts theatrical control over the rehearsal. He is theatrically critical of the planned performance and quarrels with on-site trade union representatives, pushing the players toward a level of precision that verges on absurd abstraction. Under his exacting gaze, several musicians strain so hard that they shed layers of clothing in a visible show of weariness and resolve, a stark image of the toll exacted by his regime of discipline.

As tensions rise, the union reps intervene, loudly protesting the conductor’s approach and announcing a 20-minute double break to calm the fevered energy in the room. The film’s roving perspective follows the players as they drift to a nearby tavern, where their conversations drift from technique to ideology, revealing how deeply music is woven into their identities and worldviews. Back in the wings, a backstage interview gives voice to the defeated conductor, who speaks of the paradoxes and contradictions of leadership and the subjective power of music, just as a sudden power outage plunges the building into darkness and forces a hurried return to the hall.

What follows is a lurid, almost cinematic reversal of the rehearsal’s purpose: the once-pristine space has been thoroughly defaced with spray-painted revolutionary slogans, while rubbish and debris are flung about as the musicians chant a discordant chorus of protest—first against their oppressive taskmaster, then against music itself. The chant is jaw-dropping in its audacity and sincerity, and the mood thickens around a single recurring line that sears into the scene: > The music in power, not the power of music!

The chaos escalates into violence, and the film builds to a violent crescendo of gunshots and in-fighting. An enormous wrecking ball—an almost mythical, god-like instrument of demolition—crashes through the wall at the altar of the former church, and the catastrophe claims the harpist, Clara Colosimo, beneath a crushing avalanche of rubble. The others pause in a haze of dust and silence, gazing at the ruin and the sudden, brutal cost of their rebellion.

As the dust settles, the remaining musicians confront the tragedy with a sober resolve, their breath echoing in the hall’s bones. The conductor steps forward to deliver a speech that reframes music as a means to endure life’s pain, to discover strength, identity, and guidance within its fated notes. Against all odds, the ensemble nevertheless takes up their instruments and delivers a tour de force performance, a moment of redemptive power born from catastrophe.

Yet even as the music surges, the film circle tightens around its broader implication: the conductor’s earlier rhetoric of praise softens into a renewed, almost clinical demand for perfection, his tone returning to sharp, dictatorial German cadences as he presides over the final moments of the scene. The on-screen events lean into a pointed political allegory, suggesting that the battle over art contains a subtler struggle over power itself, a tension that lingers as the screen fades to black and the score swells into its closing cadence.

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 11:25