Ken Russell and Mahler: fragments of conversationmain
Ken Russell, who died yesterday, cheerfully disavowed the constraints of authenticity when making his epic film, Mahler.
He was not bothered by whether Alma was telling the truth in her memoir of Gustav. ‘She tells a good story,’ he decided.
Nor was he troubled by location. ‘I shot it in six weeks, half in the (English) Lake Disctrict, half in a flat in Portobello Road.’
To make Mahler’s family sound more Jewish, he had them speak in London East End accents.
‘I can’t read music and I don’t speak German,’ Ken declared proudly to me.
So far, so fake.
But what could not be denied was Ken’s passion for Mahler and his music. He was consumed by it, absorbed, besotted. Music was Ken’s driving motivation and his use of it in the film is inspirational.
Klaus Tennstedt, the most instinctual Mahler conductor I have known, called it the best film he had ever seen about music and watched it over and over again. When opera houses asked him to conduct Strauss, he named Ken as his preferred director. When they refused – on grounds of Ken’s turbulence and notoriety – so did Klaus. They never worked together, but they met several times and enjoyed each other’s company.