In cinematographic terms, the production has quality. The photography, the location settings, the costumes, the period instruments. And at first glance, the screening I attended seemed to have promise. But then, somewhere in the middle, it started to give a hint of ridiculousness. Okay, here we are in in the early years of the 1800s, and suddenly we have a miraculous nascent of a human spirit, a mute that can play a complex musical instrument, and best of all, can play jazzy Glen Miller-like tunes? And when the fellow woman that is writing up thoughts in rime, and needs a musical assist in reciting those phrases, is that hip-hop? Or actually, it was more like Gianna Giannini, the star pop singer in modern Italy. Oh yeah, the final concert scene, what thoughts did it trigger? It was more like the sonoric revolution on opening day of Stravinsky "Rite of Spring", but here presented as a revolution and separation from patriarchal dominance, and liberation of a sisterhood, then setting themselves free to travel into the world, moving through the Swiss Alps in a caravan. Sisterhood, Thelma & Louise, but in the Venetian lagoon in 1804. I would recommend this film only to music lovers of period string instruments and musical history. Otherwise, it veered into silliness. Whoever gave money to produce it, it was to "give voices to women", "empower women", "break the patriarchy". But all at a cost of making an unrealistic flick, a fantasy, actually. Cheers.