This is by no means the first documentary to be made 
          of Sergiu Celibidache, although this is the first release of this particular 
          film of the rehearsals and part-performance of Bruckner’s F minor Mass 
          made during an intensive two week period in late 1993. Jan Schmidt-Garre 
          had, before these sessions, spent four years filming Celibidache in 
          Germany, France, Rumania and Israel and the results of that film (available 
          on a Telarc video coupled with Dvorak’s Ninth Symphony VHS 4509-96438-3) 
          are perhaps more revealing of a conductor who famously eschewed recordings 
          than this single work documentary. His reaction to that first request, 
          "It’s of no interest to me whatsoever", is entirely characteristic 
          of the man and yet both that film and this one are imbued with an intensity 
          quite different from, say, the documentaries of other conductors, such 
          as Herbert von Karajan (one of which has also just been released on 
          Arthaus), which have an air of superficiality, even inevitability, about 
          them. 
        
 
        
For one so averse to the recording process in any format 
          Celi is remarkably well served on film. There are astonishing performances 
          of Bruckner’s Sixth, Seventh and Eighth Symphonies (all once available 
          on Sony video) and an incredible coupling of Brahms’ two piano concertos 
          with Daniel Barenboim as soloist which, were they ever issued on commercial 
          CD, would go to the very top of my list of recommendations for those 
          works. Crying out for reissue is Celi’s Berlin Philharmonic recording 
          of Bruckner’s Seventh Symphony, made 38 years after he last conducted 
          the orchestra. This only ever had a very limited circulation, but remains 
          an extraordinary document, and also includes rehearsal footage. There 
          is still some unpublished material – of Debussy, Dvorak, Mussorgsky 
          and Ravel (the Piano Concerto in G with Michelangeli and the LSO) as 
          well as the seemingly always available and famous film of Celi conducting 
          Beethoven’s Egmont Overture in the ruins of the alte Philharmonie (an 
          incandescent reading, albeit a simulated one). 
        
 
        
This particular release, however, illustrates one of 
          the reasons Celi remained a problem for orchestras and management alike: 
          his excessive demands for rehearsal time. Others were (are), of course, 
          demanding – Gunther Wand and Jascha Horenstein, for example – but Celi 
          was exceptional in his demands for rehearsal time. There are times when 
          the soloists in this film look weary beyond belief (Margaret Price particularly) 
          yet the dividends from fourteen days of rehearsal and performance are 
          there to see and hear. This is intense music making, with a care for 
          dynamics only such prolonged preparation can yield. Rehearsing without 
          a score, Celi picks up on the smallest orchestral detail – a rising 
          sixth in the strings, for example – and his care over the details of 
          the human voice suggests a conductor who would have been miraculous 
          in opera (although, I suspect, one who would have been detested by singers, 
          much as Sinopoli was by some). 
        
 
        
He effortlessly moves between German and English (he 
          was an exceptional linguist, speaking fluently some fifteen languages) 
          and injects his instructions to orchestra and choir alike with pepperings 
          of humour, and a little philosophy. There are still hints of the firebrand 
          who cowed orchestras in the 1950s and 1960s but generally the temperament 
          has mellowed. His appearance is now avuncular, rather than dashing and 
          volatile as he was in the Egmont excerpts, although he is still a captivating, 
          magnetic presence. And his request for a break in the rehearsal – "for 
          twelve minutes" – is pure magic. Why so specific a time? 
        
 
        
The disappointment must be that there is no performance 
          of the whole work to accompany the revelation of the rehearsals. At 
          60 minutes it is very short measure for a DVD and as such will be of 
          interest only to people who have a fascination with the art of music 
          making – or Celibidache himself. I hope, however, that his Bruckner 
          symphonies will appear on DVD soon – they are exceptional by any standards. 
        
 
          Marc Bridle