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Fascinating DVD on Algerich - BLOODY DAUGHTER

Saw this fascinating documentary by daughter Stephanie Argerich the other night. It gives a "warts & all" look at the life of a successful artist. I think we all knew Martha was a bit of an eccentric genius, but this documentary revealed a lot more. I've appended a review by Norman Lebrecht below as this describes it all much better than I could.

A must see for admirers of this great artist.

I've given a link to the Blu Ray but, with so much amateur etc footage in the documentary, I doubt any advantage over the DVD.

John

Martha’s Bloody Daughter creates a masterpiece of intimacy and restraint
August 29, 2013 by Norman Lebrecht
The film opens with Martha Argerich, in a hospital doorway, watching her daughter Stephanie give birth to a baby.
Stephanie has been filming her mother for most of her life, a form of cinema verite that crosses most lines of a loving relationship and yet remains consensual as both struggle to define the nature of their bond and the enigma of each other. Bloody Daughter is the title of their 94-minute co-biodoc, directed by Stephanie Argerich, starring her mother.
There are other parties to this conversation – Martha’s two elder daughters by prior relationships and Stephanie’s father, Stephen Kovacevich, a pianist every bit as obsessive as Martha but better at concealing it.
Who, we are kept wondering, is Martha Argerich? And why, pianism aside, does she compel our attention. She is presented feet first – the largest, most expressive, most wounded feet you will ever see on film – a pair of feet that are never in repose, perhaps always on the run. Stephanie traces her flight path from Buenos Aires to Brussels and Geneva, flitting back and forth from English to French but seldom using her mother tongue, Spanish. Somewhere in the film Martha says that what is seen is not her. Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t.
Her manager, seen ironing her frock, says only when she plays is she ever happy. Her then adds, tellingly, one qualifying word: ‘after’. We see Martha backstage, at the peephole, swearing she won’t go on. Then she does, bows deeply and looks enraptured, as if this alone is where she belongs.
Her connection with each daughter is quite different from either of the others. Near the end, she sits with the three of them on a picnic blanket, letting them paint her toenails. No artist has ever been captured on film in such unadorned intimacy.
Stephanie refrains, as a rule, from asking direct questions. Clues to being Martha emerge elliptically. This is the supreme artifice of the film-maker’s art, to let the viewer be the first to know. There is a glint of Jewish ancestry, a hint of two years when Martha gave up piano, a narrative fragment of a kidnapping.
Bloody Daughter, which I have just caught in a festival showing in Warsaw, is a riveting essay on what passes, and what must not pass, between mother and daughter. Acutely painful and funny, it cries out to be seen on the festival scene, in arts cinemas – and on arts TV

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Edits: 04/21/14

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Topic - Fascinating DVD on Algerich - BLOODY DAUGHTER - John C. - Aussie 16:34:48 04/21/14 (14)

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