Satan's Rhapsody

Summary

A crumbling Venetian palazzo exhales dust as Countess Alba, once the seraph of La Scala, now a marmoreal septuagenarian, bargains with a velvet-clad Mephisto who materializes from candle soot; in exchange for her tremulous signature on a parchment of human skin, she receives the incandescent grace of Lyda Borelli’s twenty-year-old silhouette—ivory wrists, swan neck, gaze that could still fracture chandeliers. Youth returns like morphine: mirrors liquefy, chandeliers bloom into magnesium suns, roses blush backward through their own decay. Yet the contract bears a single prohibition—love—inked in gall that burns her palm. Reborn, she glides into a twilight masked ball where two brothers, Andrea and Giulio (Andrea Habay and Giulio Bazzini), both sculptors of obsidian busts, mistake her for an unearthly sibling who posed for their late mother’s unfinished masterpiece. Their studio in the Dorsoduro smells of wet clay and turpentine; moonlight drips onto a colossal abandoned torso whose hollow chest fits her body like a sarcophagus. She oscillates between them—dawn in Andrea’s bed, dusk in Giulio’s—each kiss a countdown clock, each embrace another petal falling from Mephisto’s stop-watch rose. When at last she murmurs “I love you,” the parchment ignites; her face ripples, parchment re-knits into wrinkled vellum; beauty peels off like gold leaf exposing the raw lath of age. Alba crawls back to her rotting salon, finds Mephisto seated at her harpsichord playing a rhapsody in diminished sevenths, keys bleeding. She begs for death; he offers instead an eternity without mirrors. The film ends on her silhouette swallowed by a doorframe of black velvet, the camera craning upward until the palazzo itself becomes a tombstone against a livid sky.

Synopsis

A Faustian tale about an old woman who makes a pact with Mephisto to regain her youth, in return she must stay away from love. After the deal she meets two brothers who fall in love with her.