Stiff, stultified acting and an absurd script given to speechifying turned an intriguing subject into a boring, forgettable, sometimes annoying film. It's hard to tell where the problem is in the script, acting, or directing, but what was probably intended to be subtle came across as simply dead, and you could almost see the actors wondering, "Is this the spot I'm supposed to be standing on? Do I look sad enough? The director will tell me if I'm not in frame, right? Is this frowny face good?"
The dauphin portrayed here would have been in his mid-30s, so the actor appeared a bit young. Nannerl looked older than the 14-15 she was supposed to be and Wolfgang looked 8 rather than the 11 he was supposed to be. Everyone was good looking and the costumes were pretty.
Fluff. Too bad, because Nannerl's story and the real oppression of women she exemplifies are simply polemical here, not deeply felt. Not one of the actors drew me in. You want to be rooting for Nannerl, not witnessing her catatonia.
