The cult of the conductor in full flight. The filmmakers hardly even show the Danish National Radio Symphony Orchestra, instead focusing on the gloriously talented and charismatic and just perhaps a smidgen self-indulgent Sergiu Celibidache and his fabulous conducting hair.

A couple things strike me about this performance. I don’t think the Danes are actually giving Celibidache what he is asking for a good deal of the time, or, conversely, Celibidache isn’t getting it. Still, it’s a decent performance, and better as it goes along. The accompaniment here may be more interesting than the solos. And boy howdy does Celibidache bring it at the end. Do stay until then.