The other night I watched As It Is in Heaven, the Swedish movie that's been running for something like two years at the Cremorne Orpheum.
In one scene an uptight, repressed and very likely jealous chorister, Siv, is moved to "report" the village cantor (famous conductor Daniel Daréus) to her pastor. She can't quite put her finger on it, but…
"It's as if he's using us for his own purposes."