Celluloid was the first medium that gave rise to the dreams of our generation and others. Later, pixels were created. Galician Youth Orchestra has been invited by the Festival to bring some of those dreams alive through film music and in particular John Williams's. It is a great way to celebrate Friday night with symphonic substance, rococo hairdos and suites of the most-respected works for film by John Williams.
The Galicia youth exuded enthusiasm and energy, following in the footsteps other more experienced orchestras that use film music. Everything was filled with joy and youthful energy, thanks to the traditional placement of cellos in front the first violin. Victor Pablo Perez's direction was key to an unforgettable night. He didn't have a baton but he kept looking for complicity. Perez knew how to give each of the many instrumentalists a chance to rise after their moment of glory. Teaching is a noble profession.
These young people, such as a 16-year old trumpet player, arrive at Festival accompanied by their mayor. How envious. One thinks of many Mozarts who could have been displayed as child prodigies but whose precocity is not related to the circus, but who instead walk to distinction. The minimum number of failures is irrelevant. The total sound of this music is more important than the intermediate nuance.
Salvador Vidal, the announcer of the orchestra, was not able to reach the heights of this outstanding ensemble. A flat voice, a bland gesture, a lack of vocalization, and disorientation among so many young people. It's quite the opposite of what the director was like in his youth.
Film music can be seen live in concert. This allows us to see where certain sounds are coming from, which is something that's almost impossible to spot in a darkened room. We saw that Jaws was born from the piano scratched on the upper portion of it, and that Harry Potter owes much of his theme to the celesta. We are now much more familiarized with the Star Wars percussion or Indiana brass, which is the 'last crusade.' It isn't clear who was more pleased with the performance that night: our memory or our hearing.
A riot of trio slides is a great way to refresh it. They are as clonic and forgettable as they are overabundant. The same three slides, with no creativity, are full of sharks and Nazis, princesses of space, and other aliens. Perhaps there were inevitable pixels in cinema. However, the best was below the screen, in the young musicality that was wasted on the stage.
The night's discreet scenery is made up of the Machuca gables and architraves, which are dyed with bright colors and bright colors for a bright red color at the end of each story. English is called The End.