Stars Meryl Streep, Aidan Quinn, Gloria Estefan, and Angela Bassett.
There is much to carp about Music of the Heart, from the misuse of Angela Bassett’s considerable talents to the overabundance of obnoxious pop rhythms in a film that extols the immeasurable worth of classical music.
A master at conveying thoughts and emotions by means of a surreptitious look or a slight variation in her tone, Streep single-handedly holds together Music of the Heart. Aidan Quinn provides solid support in his few on-screen moments, but the movie truly belongs to its star. The multiple award-winning actress makes every intonation, every action, every reaction seem effortless and perfectly natural, invariably delivering her well-rehearsed lines as if they had just popped in her head. The mechanics of her acting technique are there, but they are like invisible strings that each time put her right on the mark.
Craven realizes that Streep is the heart and soul of his film. Thus, his camera lingers on the actress, allowing her to dominate nearly every scene. Very few performers could have managed to carry an old-fashioned sudser like Music of the Heart for more than two hours,