Dudamel has become the embodiment of the cultural renaissance of Los Angeles. I never tire of watching the dip in his knees when a particularly pungent musical passage comes along and then the way he rises on his toes for a fanfare. His solidarity with the youth of his troubled native country is commendable and this is where he feels his focus should be. But is the Ode to Joy Dudamel's sotto voce answer to his critics who decry his silence on Venezuela? Beethoven may have been deaf, but Dudamel is not.
What an extraordinarily delightful surprise it was to stumble upon "Tim's Vermeer" which was made with such child-like wonder that mirrors its main subject, namely the obsessive mind of a curious, mad genius. Viewing this film is akin to watching Leonard Bernstein unwittingly discover Mahler's 11th symphony.