The film spotlights famed composer Franz Schubert, who loves a woman from afar. He stands by in quiet desperation as his beloved is married to a dashing military officer, then pours his sorrow (and his love) into his work.
Wait, is this even a biopic? If you go into April Blossoms expecting a strict history lesson on Schubert, you are in for a long afternoon. It’s more of a mood board than a documentary. You’ve got the tortured artist staring out of windows and scribbling on napkins while everyone else gets on with their lives. It’s quie...
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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.
Paul L. Stein
Herbert Blaché
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"Wait, is this even a biopic? If you go into April Blossoms expecting a strict history lesson on Schubert, you are in for a long afternoon. It’s more of a mood board than a documentary. You’ve got the tortured artist staring out of windows and scribbling on napkins while everyone else gets on with their lives. It’s quiet, it’s dramatic, and it’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer when it comes to the “sad composer” trope. Who is this for? Honestly, probably people who enjoy old-school musicals wh..."
Heinrich Berte, G.H. Clutsam, John Drinkwater, Franz Schulz, Roger Burford
United Kingdom
