Lovers of historic performances on film have had an increasingly 
                  good time of it in the last decade. Various archives and television 
                  companies have been opening up their heirlooms and culture-minded 
                  satellite broadcasters – German as often or not – have shown 
                  an exceptional amount of rare film. So we live in fortunate 
                  times, even if what remains reminds us of the vast amount that 
                  was lost or never recorded in the first place.
                  
Cembal d’amour 
                    has had the savvy idea to collate some famous films. I last 
                    saw the Feuermann on a Cello Classics release.  The Hofmann 
                    Rachmaninoff was on the Art of Piano DVD though I’ve never 
                    before seen the abridged Emperor Concerto with Voorhees, though 
                    doubtless it’s done the rounds. The Weingartner was on the 
                    Art of Conducting and I saw the Bruno Walter-Weber last on 
                    Bel Canto’s Great Conductors Volume 1. The very brief excerpts 
                    of Marian Anderson, George Gershwin and Art Tatum have made 
                    appearances on television over the years – you can never forget 
                    Gershwin’s swaggering grin as he dismounts after I Got Rhythm. 
                    Which leaves the big rarity, though of a musician of a much 
                    later generation; Mindru Katz. This was taped as late as 1978.
                  
Feuermann is shown 
                    in Popper and Dvořák. As ever he is imperturbable, impassive, 
                    amazing. The camera angles are rather tricksy – close-ups 
                    of the fingerboard for example - and directly over the cellist’s 
                    left shoulder. One watches the bewildering left hand work 
                    raptly and – little miracle – in the Rondo Feuermann even, 
                    just slightly, raises his left heel in excitement! His accompanist 
                    – and the word is appropriate here – is the distant, semi 
                    audible Theodore Saidenberg in this 1941 performance. A year 
                    later Feuermann was dead.
                  
Hofmann is captured 
                    during his years of decline. The first piece is a Voorhees 
                    sanctioned abridgement of the finale of the E flat major Beethoven 
                    concerto. Shots here are sometimes overhead, looking down, 
                    a startling bird’s eye view of the keyboard as we watch Hofmann’s 
                    stubby fingers course across it. Rather fascinating to watch 
                    the great man in collaboration with the Bell Telephone Hour 
                    maestro. The applause at the end of what I assume was a studio 
                    film, sounds dubbed in to me. The Rachmaninoff moves disconcertingly 
                    from the orchestral backing in the Beethoven to a solo performance 
                    – so presumably to give the impression of an encore after 
                    the concerto. It doesn’t work – but never mind.
                  
There is a brace 
                    of conductors in well-loved performances. Weingartner is his 
                    usual self-effacing self in Paris in 1932 but he is a master 
                    of economy and efficiency with a baton technique that reveals 
                    all that’s necessary to cue entries, enforce the rhythmic 
                    basis of the music making and bring out expressive moments. 
                    Bruno Walter is heard in less than optimum sound and vision 
                    but this 1931 Berlin film offers compensations. Walter is 
                    on splendid form encouraging some suavely sensitive phrasing 
                    from the band, amongst whose serried ranks must be Szymon 
                    Goldberg – then just about ready to supplant Henry Holst as 
                    concertmaster. Not easy to make out individual faces though.
                  
Mindu Katz was 
                    taped in Istanbul in 1978 playing the Moonlight Sonata and 
                    the Op.10 No.3 Chopin Etude. Like the companion films this 
                    is in black and white and there are blips and drop outs on 
                    the audio tracks, which is also “noisy” rather as if there 
                    was inherent rumble. He is seated in an empty concert hall 
                    in tie and tails. Despite the rather imperfect nature of the 
                    recording we can still appreciate the level of artistry, the 
                    profound sensitivity to production and layering of sound, 
                    evinced by Katz. It’s playing of rare sensitivity and insight, 
                    confirmed by his Chopin, which is highly reflective. Only 
                    a few hours later Katz died of a heart attack during the evening’s 
                    recital in Istanbul. He was fifty-three.
                  
The trio of other 
                    items are pleasurable extras, even if they’re very brief.
                  
There’s a helpful 
                    booklet and DVD navigation is perfectly straightforward. Inquisitive, 
                    visually minded souls should seek out these films. 
                  
Jonathan 
                    Woolf