Summary
Beneath the velvet folds of Copenhagen’s grandest proscenium, Gina Cavalotti glides through corridors perfumed by hyacinths and hubris, her silk train hissing across marble like a serpent that has grown bored of its own skin. She is the city’s idol, a soprano whose every trill is minted into currency by the box office, yet on the eve of her nuptials to the marble-cheeked Count Rufio she discovers a withered nosegay wedged between magnums of champagne. This desiccated cluster—pressed violets tied with fraying twine—becomes a shard of memory, a breadcrumb back to the tenement attic where she once shared candle-ends and dreams with a printer’s apprentice whose ink-stained fingers sketched her face on discarded broadsheets. Around her, impresarios proffer diamonds the size of hailstones; critics hymn her as the Nordic Callas; but the bouquet’s papery rustle drowns their chorus. The film loops past and present in double-exposed spirals: spotlights bleach the present into silver ash, while gutters of the past glimmer with guttering tallow. Footlights flare, chandeliers tremble, and in every gilt mirror she spies the apprentice’s ghost grinning through soot, asking whether the woman who now commands 500 kroner a night still recalls the girl who danced barefoot on cobblestones to keep warm. Count Rufio, a man sculpted by tailors and debt-collectors alike, believes love is a transaction sealed by parchment and pedigree; Gina, tasting the iron of panic, realizes that the stage’s trapdoor has already yawned open beneath her jeweled slippers. In the tribute gala’s climactic aria she pivots mid-cadenza, rips the tiara from her scalp, and flees down back alleys slick with November rain, the wilted bouquet clenched between her teeth like a revolutionary flag. The camera, drunk on chiaroscuro, chases her through a labyrinth of gas-lamps until she reaches the old printer’s loft, now hollowed by time. There she finds no lover—only a copper plate engraved with her youthful silhouette and a fresh bundle of violets, inexplicably dewy. Foghorns bellow across the harbor; the curtain falls on her silhouette kneeling, not in triumph, but in the abject humility of one who finally hears the echo of her own hollow footsteps.
Synopsis
Gina Cavalotti is a star in the world of theatre. She is about to marry Count Rufio and is the subject of a tribute performance. Backstage she is drowning in expensive flowers and gifts. But all she can see is a tiny bouquet of dry flowers.
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