While on a twelve hours flight from Sao Paulo to London I plugged to the multimedia entertainment, waiting to enjoy the suspended hours.
Beside the movies section, the British Airways had an art documentary offer, yearning for the play button. Several titles that seemed at first glance to broaden one’s horizons in what concerns the great talents of all times. “The Truth about Mona Lisa” was one of them and I couldn’t wait to discover it. I started watching. During the thirty minutes of playing it, I just sat still and astonished: the great Leonardo da Vinci was actually trashed to the ground as being a mediocre painter. He was portrayed as one that had started many things and hadn’t been able to finish any, one that needed far too much time to paint something. The Mona Lisa’s place at the Louvre is just a happening: being stolen by Peruggia in 1911, the painting captured the public attention, becoming famous and gaining its place in the history of arts due to that theft only. Leonardo, according to the British documentary, wasn’t even able to paint another smile, since all the women he portrayed had the same identical smile as Gioconda.
Furthermore, after closing the genocide I see immediately bellow another movie about the British painter L.S. Lowry. Obviously only words of greatness and appreciation for him.
If Mona Lisa could speak maybe she would have a single question for the widely spread British film: “How dare you?” Meanwhile the irony of her smile looking at us from her privileged place in the world most famous museum remains the best answer for a five centuries old envy.