Saw Amadeus.
The film?
Yes.
How boring.
No, it really wasn't.
What.
Yeah, true, it was quite an exciting play with many thought provoking topics.
Really?
Yeah, I mean to see the jealousy in Salieri. The pure envy and passionate anger in him knowing that he could never be as good as Mozart. The way it tore him up inside. The way his life was ruined by this man, this man called Mozart, who although a touch childish at times, treated Salieri as a colleague and a friend. But oh no! He was consumed by bitterness, by such bitterness in his soul that it enraged him so. It fuelled his desire, his petty desire of revenge on a man so much more talented than him. However, in so many ways I have felt like Salieri, I have felt the bitter hand of envy touch my heart. The feelings of pure obsessiveness, of pure and utter rage that controls my every thoughts and desires. I feel that so much, which is why I feel so angry towards Salieri in the movie, because I see myself in him.
Oh.