Because of scenes like this:
When I first saw it, I cried. I know, I’m a curmudgeon on a number of levels, but when it comes to stuff that I love, I’m a goner. And it’s Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. I always cry listening to it, and there’s nothing like surprising people on an ordinary day with a full-on performance (well, not quite full-on, but more than just two violins) of a masterwork.
There’s also dancing in public or freezing up into statues in Grand Central Station, which are just plain fun stuff that adds a touch of the bizarre in a viewer’s day. A good kind of bizarre, of course, unless he/she doesn’t have a sense of humor.
This, though, takes the cake for me:
I’m so in love with this flashmob, it’s not even funny. That they’re honoring Rembrandt, whom I consider to be the greatest artist of all time (sorry, Friedrich, but you know I still love your gorgeous, gloomy art) only adds to this flashmob’s fantabulousness.
I’m trying to imagine how I’d react to this if I were in the mall when this happened. I’d cry. Like, loud, pathetic sobbing. It’s one thing to study works of art in my Art History classes, taking apart details and explaining the whys and whats behind them. It’s another entirely seeing a reenactment of the painting right before you.
In 17th century costume, no less. And they even have the chicken. I’m a goner. I need another box of tissue.