When I was a teenager my mom and sisters went to see a movie called Elvira Madigan. My Dad and I went along because that’s what you did in those days.
The movie is a guy and a girl staring at each other for two hours. A lot of that time they are rowing in a boat. Then he shoots her and himself.
By that time Dad and I were bored out of our skulls. When the guy shot the girl, everyone in the theater was crying - except my Dad, who burst out laughing, couldn’t stop, and started clapping.
My Dad was a real man.
What about the Mozart? I thought the whole point of EM was to hear Géza Anda playing K467?