This is a rather scary review to write, since I've gotten the whole thing wrong, judging from a lot of influential people, not least some of whom are featured in this documentary. The film portrays Alfred Brendel's teaching relationship with the young pianist-composer Kit Armstrong. But where many people see a beautiful portrayal of an astonishing new talent promoted by one of the perhaps twenty finest pianists of the last hundred years, I see a bitter-sweet tragedy unfolding. For some, it could be the tragedy of Brendel retracting from the public ear, which also is a major component of this film; for me, it's Brendel's input in trying to convey in Kit the 'meaning of life' and 'the nature of humans and humanity' as foundations for understanding music.
Kit, on camera and in front of the recording microphone, clearly shows dire symptoms of autism; a condition which may have propelled him through extraordinary paths in becoming a polyglot, a mathematical bright-head and a technically astonishing young pianist. Some laughs are sounded as other aspects of human (adult) life is briefly discussed, but in the case of Kit it seems, from this film, that these will remain laughs of embarrassment.
Brendel says they have tried to 'set the piano stool on fire', in making Kit grasping the necessity of conviction, of delivering something to an audience. This has, at the end of the film, failed. I predict this will never come about. What puzzles me, then, is why Brendel took Kit on in the first place. If I'm not entirely wrong in my assumptions, it's most puzzling why Brendel didn't choose to break his tutorship, as any responsible mentor would. Kit's manager says in the film, that the relationship between the mentor and protégée is one of reciprocal meaning and benefit; they both benefit from their collaboration. I hope so, because it would explain why Brendel has gone to such great lengths with Kit - there is then meaning not revealed in the film. But musically, there is very little speaking for Kit apart from his tender age, which in the end means nothing, so it's still puzzling. And a little bit tragic. Or else, I've misunderstood everything.