It was not a great movie Copying Beethoven but i cried throughout the scene of him and his copyist conducting together the first performance of the 9th symphony even on my shitty little chinese tv speakers, the gestures, their four hands waving and fluttering like birds in an aerial mating dance. His deafness, his eyes avid for her gesture, her ear, her adoration. and i remember him saying Loneliness is my religion.