From Wagner’s ”das rheingold” to Mozart’s ”marriage of Figaro”, by Wilhelm Peterson-Berger and Edvard Grieg to Franz Schubert. And as an angry exclamation: ”Shame on the world of opera, ashamed the world of opera!” The soprano and hovsångerska Siv Wennberg accompanied in the ”Sivandivan” not just a string of musical hits from her somewhat abruptly – and mysteriously – finished the career on the major opera stage. A few well-placed bursts against the ostracism she is subjected to interrupts the flow of the music.
To acquire the rights to all this music must have cost the stunts great, but for the spectators ears extremely grateful effort.
In their modest little apartment, papered with newspaper clippings, among the stacks of videotapes, cluttered of audio cassettes and minnesdigra scenkreationer plan and implement Sivandivan, nowadays more than 70 years of a long-desired revenge.
the Nickname – some would call it a nickname – she got early on, not only by their sequins, high heels and her magnificent dress, but, of course, because of its oförblommerade language and straightforward and demanding way. A kind of world opera shrine female Muhammad Ali, one could say, who never doubted his own ability, but also on the ambient. ”Bergman and Strindberg, was not always so pleasant…”
But to be called Sivandivan she has never had anything against, quite the contrary.
a loving and touching close-up portrait of murardottern from Timrå, who in his early youth heard a Brahms symphony and realized that the classic music would then be her melody.
But Sivan will not give up. ”I’m not crying, I get angry!” she says.
Here, behind the she on their grocery bags, notes that the reluctance she encountered often enough been about class. She lets herself willingly courted and taken care of by her closest friend since her husband died. She writes her memoirs, ”I sing out!”. She manages to get the best out of their total audio recordings released on a large series of cd. She arranges a sångmatiné at Ulriksdals slottsteater.
There is by no means painless.
But Sivan will not give up. ”I’m not crying, I get angry!” she says after knattrat down his script, copied it, and sent it to all possible publishing houses and got it rejected by all except one, the least prominent.
When the launch at the book fair do not directly receive any läshungriga to queue in front of the small booth she loses never the style.
yourself the posters and hearing about the ticket sales in the convenience store. During rehearsals, it goes no further, but Sivan worries more over finding the right shoes, than over the music. The concert is, of course, galant.
She obviously has no interest to withdraw from the world. And a little bit with the navigation, which, when she is unable to lead his good friend, right in Stockholm’s newly built trafikkaruseller. Humble and self-confident in the same breath, modest, and strenuous, factual and extravagant: rarely saw a so complex and uplifting portraits of women.
See more. Three other Swedish music documentaries: ”My name is Albert Ayler” (2005), ”a Thousand pieces: a film about Björn Afzelius” (2014), ”Avicii: True stories” (2017).
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