Films without words. Waltzes, polkas, quadrilles, and marches. Tales from Vienna and elsewhere. Of yesterday and nowadays. Lovers, eaters, dancers. Old and young. Dressed in period and jeans. All connected by joy, sensuality, embrace, and the bittersweet feeling of the short-lived pleasures of life. My admiration for the short films of Max Ophüls went into this work. Some are stories, some observations.
All are about music and light, color, movement, and emotions. A young woman remembers a ball in Venice. An apprentice magician visits a frustrated lady after a fight with her husband. An upholsterer finds a pile of gold. Two aircraft paint a heart in the sky. The girls twirling skirts look like whipped cream. A Circus waves good-bye. And seniors show their photographs..."When we were young..."
It is the summer of the 100th anniversary of Johann Strauss death. An homage to the greatest genius of entertaining music.
