The nerves vultures Andre Hazes who blankly into his spacious Vinkeveense swimming tail through the body. He needs a few hours on stage for a gig for insurers. In the kitchen of their too white decorated villa spouse Rachel is packing the sandwich box of her husband. Whether or not a leaf of lettuce on the bun ball? She chooses to replace the greens through two cans of Heineken and captures even some patches on top. Because she knows André within minutes anger will erupt, one of his many gold records will ram the wall with bleeding knuckles will step into his car. Rachel predicts everything comes out in the opening scene of the Hazes-biopic Blood, Sweat & Tears. This is real love and complete sacrifice of a woman who has put her life completely devoted to her husband and his career and knows him as her back.
This kind of loving moments, the film portrait of the creator of Marathon unfortunately far too little. Everything revolves around Dre himself and Rachel is only the complainant. What illustrates this opening scene is that the person of André Hazes is surrounded by the conflict. Conflicts with itself and its uncertainty. Conflicts with his health (Hazes drinks too much, unhealthy lifestyle and getting hearing problems). Conflicts with his management and record company. Conflicts with his wife and children. Admittedly, this was like the singer also lived - this is shown by the masterful documentary about its person of John Appel - but as drama calls this fatigue. The majority of the biopic which Diederick Koopal optuigde, turns to handle the conflict and this is difficult without rest points. Even as Rachel undresses her loving husband after hospitalization and laying in bed, this is followed by a scene in which she plunders Dre the private bar and its contents pleurt in the pool.
Blood, Sweat & Tears explores three key stages in the life of Andrè Hazes. First there is the period of his early childhood in which Hazes by his irascible father Billiard neighborhood pub drawn on to make some extra money. At the Albert Cuyp young André discovered by John Kraaijkamp. Then there is the period in the early eighties, which Hazes had a hit with Lonely Christmas, but was put through his record company on the side. Manager Tim Griek EMI does have interest in the singer, but Hazes do not want to tear-jerker circuit. This is the period when Hazes scored his biggest hits. Finally, the period that goes with the knowledge of now as the end of Hazes' career. The singer and his posse are preparing for the largest concert in a packed Amsterdam ArenA. His health is playing tricks on him and especially his ear let him down.
This three-pronged approach of screenwriter Frank Ketelaar bearing fruit. It makes for a nuanced and multifaceted picture of the folk singer, at least if you can let go of the criticism of the current conflict. Many of the uncertainties that rage in the singer and the pain he sings, explained. Dramatic and professional highlight is the performance at the Concertgebouw in Amsterdam where Hazes to get the audience knows shelf, but it is overshadowed by the arrival of his supposedly dead father. The text of Say Nothing But more can be hardly appropriate. Koopal has to process a lot of clichés about Hazes, where his drinking is most striking. As with clichés so often the case, they are based on truths. Holland's biggest brewer comes from good, because often the screen is half green beer cans. Alcohol was a means to displace his grief and doubts for Hazes and drown, but is also its greatest enemy in relation to his loved ones and fans.
Despite the lack of rest this Hazes-biopic has one enormous strength and that's protagonist Martijn Fischer. The resemblance to his character is so striking that you are already blinking your eyes after one forget that here a masterly actor at work that is getting all the vocals himself inzong. Fischer is so mature in the person of Andre Hazes, he even sang on stage in the musical DeLaMar He Believes In Me. It waits a huge black hole after the latter Hazes-excercitie. at
co-star Hadewych Minis, who shared the role of Rachel on stage with Chantal Janzen, the Rotterdam accent less accurate, which also applies to the interpretation of Marcel Hensema's caricature of the old Kraaijenbergse. Blood, Sweat & Tears had more dramatic accent dosage and deflections can be just a bit better. But what is Martijn Fischer an insane actor. Bring on the Golden Calf!
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