Simon Schama’s Bernini
So, what makes a great documentary. One that can hold you attention for one. If there is one thing about Simon Schama’s take on the life of Bernini is that it is entertaining. You can’t stop watching, the same way it’s hard not to look at the beauty of the great sculptures of Bernini himself.
So that said, you would think that with an opening like that, there are lots of high points to this show. Perhaps the best point, and the least entertaining, is the cinematography of it all. Boy do those sculptures and buildings pop out. The lighting on the sculpture of Apollo and Daphne is breathtaking. When you get the camera closeups of the work, you can truly see why Bernini was considered and “genius”, and master sculpture. So close to we get, we see the intimate indentations of the flesh in Bernini’s sculpture of the Rape of Proserpina where Pluto grabs the ill fated maiden’s leg.
I have to say that they do a good job of getting a good look at the works of art. Having seen some of Bernini’s work in Rome many years ago, like all great works, many are not exactly easy to get up close to anymore. Too many scared with the attacks on the Michel Angelo’s Pieta to risk other great works I suppose. So having such close up access is quite nice.
Any low points. Well I am not sure about playing up the bad boy reputation on Bernini and Borromini. Then again, the artist as “bad boy” is a cliche that had to come from somewhere right?
I have to say that the stories of rivalry and jealousy in the life of Bernini did make for an entertaining story. How accurate was it all? I am sure there are records of all the events, but some of it seemed like I was watching a historical “Entertainment Tonight”. That Bernini, Caravaggio, and Borromini were the Lindsey Lohan, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian of their time (only they have talent). It goes to show that fame, money and power went to people’s heads 400 years ago, and that we as people have not learned anything.
Perhaps also, nothing seems sexier than the bad boy artist. It can make a rather dry subject matter to some, seem well, sexy. Caravaggio was run out of Rome as a drunken trouble maker. Bernini, well, had affairs and tried to kill his brother. He also let all the adoration go to his head, where he though he could do no wrong. Kind of like Paris (Hilton) and her ill fated singing career.