I am always interested in great composers' fictionalized biographies, however when I read the synopsis of 'Copying Beethoven' I knew instinctively I would hate it convulsively and - as always - I followed my instincts and was spared it. I didn't get such premonitions with 'Immortal Beloved' (the Oldman film), but his resemblance to Beethoven's scowl was all that was impressive other than reaching ecstasy while listening to the master's excerpts in full Dolby Surround, and his obsession with his nephew was realistic. What they otherwise did, was invent wild stories that never happened, especially the characterization of the Immortal Beloved (how ugly that woman was seriously!) and what transpired between them. I was very disappointed but I am sure I would find this one a great film compared to the one poor William subjected himself.
'Song of Love' was such a different film; so touching and classy if quite superficial for the music connoisseur, it treated its subjects with long lost respect, as well as interestingly portraying the often forgotten about young Brahms (the real male star of the film, for the main character of the film really was Clara).
'Amadeus' for me was really just a masterpiece of film-making, and Shaffer's writing just breathtaking. I also misunderstood it when I saw it as a kid when it came out, and felt that Mozart was nothing like the clown portrayed in the film, no matter how brilliantly his music was described and extolled. Many years later, having seen it again and again, I realized that the film was not depicting the composer as he was, but as Salieri chose to remember and relate him to the priest during his visits to the sanatorium. I guess this would have been more apparent in the theatre (it was originally a play later adapted for the screen), but in the movies one felt that Salieri's distorted flashbacks were the actual events that took place, and Mozart's grotesquerie the factual representation of the composer's character. Again, the main character of the film was Salieri, and it is through his prism that we are led into his soul where we experience both his adulation and execration for the great genius. I am happy that Forman did cut from the original film the scene where Mozart's wife visits Salieri and offers herself to him in order to extract favours for her husband. Although this could still have been construed as Salieri's own dementia, it would have been too big a leap.
There are the famous Tony Palmer biographies of composers, ranging from the hilarious (Liszt) to the over-sombre (Wagner), with very interesting results in between (Shostakovich). For those interested, he has done quite a few!
I believe that directors should remember they are addressing a wide audience which is unaware of the great composers' lives' details, and shouldn't tangentially invent wild untrue stories in order to show us how creative they are, as most of the audience (even today) takes everything for granted and leave their seats believing they just became privy to the innermost thoughts and torments of an artist. False impressions about anybody should be discouraged.