Julio Cortazar and Carol Dunlop created a work of timelessness and lunacy - something insane and beautiful - when they were both dying. Their book, The Autonauts of the Cosmoroute, is the last thing they ever did, before their deaths. Beethoven seems to have done the same thing. When he was dying, he arranged a work of music that is controversial to this day. It's crazy. It's wild. Some parts are hard to listen to. But it's unquestionably… beautiful. Something about it. Something about knowing who wrote it, and when, adds a new dimension to it.
Maybe the book about the Cosmoroute, and maybe the composition, aren't nearly as beautiful, unless you know it's the *last thing* these artists did. That it's their last struggle with death; their last chance at living forever.
Maybe the book is not as good if you don't know that. But you do know that. That's the story. That's why I'm so hell bent on telling it. It's insane. It is the kind of plot that ends up on Page One of Reddit.
Listen to the Beethoven piece. But only after you read the headline and the post on reddit. That there, the feeling in your stomach, that's what this movie is about.