The first third of the movie shows individual musicians of the Philadelphia Orchestra playing bluegrass, playing Latin music, running a marathon, listening to an accordion player on the street--doing anything, that is, but playing classical music. It seems like an interminably extended apology: "Classical Musicians Are People Too." They're interviewed, and few of them articulate any great insights into life or even music. And why should they? They're musicians, not philosophers and poets. Too bad we're not given much chance to hear them doing what they can all do so superbly. Even the final Brahms selection over the credits is cut off before the end. Ultimately, it was hard to see what the point of the movie was. I was rather bored.
Review of Music from the Inside Out
