Apparently, this is the movie that Ken Russell (himself belonging to that rare and dying breed that constitute the Great British Eccentrics) wanted to make before he was approached by The Who to transform their double-album Rock Opera, Tommy, into a moving musical picture. Because that particular project was so successful, Russell got the go-ahead signal from the folks at Warner Bros. to come up with a fantasized bio-pic on classic composer Franz Liszt. For anyone wondering, Russell did not come up with the title - it was borrowed from a biography with the same name. Perfect, don't you think?
Anyway, this movie, like most of Russell's, is a love it or hate it affair. Those who like to indulge in the dizzy realms of that grand art that is High Camp, will find plenty to enjoy here, be it from the over-the-top sceneries and performances or from the liberty the author grants himself to go past over such silly and impractical things as historical accuracy or narrative plausibility. Not to worry, dear readers: it's all done in excellent bad taste.
Yes, we have giant penises, Richard Wagner dying and ressuscitating as Hitler, Richard Wakeman as a sort of mixture of Asterix and a Viking, a heavenly spaceship in the full sense of the word (I won't ruin this one for you as you have to see it to believe it) and finally, Ringo as the Pope, wearing cowboy boots. With that said, if you still haven't ran to get this movie at all costs, you simply'll never know how much fun you are missing. Yes, it's another MODVD, folks.
That reminds me: one of these days, I have to start making online petitions for those damned MODVD movies. And that's a promise! I leave you with a poster for Lisztomania I just found and one I've never seen before. Enjoy it!
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