Composed for Carlo Lizzani’s 1974 film about the last days of Benito Mussolini, Mussolini ultimo atto finds Ennio Morricone working in one of his most austere and psychologically charged modes. Rather than draping the subject in bombast, Morricone strips his palette back, scoring the dictator’s collapse and flight from Rome with music that is more about dread, fatigue and moral rot than about martial heroics. The result is a score that sits closer to chamber music and modernist suspense writing than to the wide‑screen spectacle many associate with his name, a work where every motif feels weighted by history and every silence is part of the drama.

The main thematic material typically revolves around stark, memorable cells: a mournful, almost liturgical line that hints at funeral rite; terse rhythmic figures that suggest the machinery of war grinding to a halt; small, dissonant clusters that hang in the air like unanswered questions. Morricone’s orchestration emphasises tension over mass. Strings are often exposed and febrile, moving between glacial, sustained textures and sudden, nervous surges. Brass appears not as triumphant fanfare but as a blunt, dark colour, underlining key moments with a sense of inescapable fate. Piano and occasional percussion details - muffled hits, distant rolls, dry rhythmic ostinatos - function like a ticking clock, marking out the shrinking space in which the characters move.

What gives Mussolini ultimo atto its particular charge is the way Morricone balances emotional access and critical distance. There are passages of stark beauty, where a solo instrument or a small ensemble steps forward with a troubled lyricism that almost invites empathy, only for the harmony to twist sideways, reminding the listener of the wider historical horror enclosing these personal destinies. Elsewhere, cues lean into near‑abstract tension: strings reduced to icy tremolos, low instruments murmuring beneath, melodic contour almost erased. In this, the score echoes Morricone’s work for political and “cinema civile” projects of the same era, where music serves as a lens on power, guilt and complicity rather than as neutral accompaniment.

Heard away from the film, the album unfolds like a tightly constructed suite of studies in decline and closure. Motifs recur in altered orchestrations, gaining weight with each return; thematic fragments first heard in a restrained, almost hesitant guise may later be driven harder, harmonically darkened or rhythmically destabilised, tracing an arc from uneasy normality to collapse. There is none of the easy catharsis of a conventional war epic; even the more overtly melodic cues carry an aftertaste of bitterness, as if any consoling gesture were immediately questioned by the music itself. In this, Mussolini ultimo atto stands as one of Morricone’s more somber and incisive historical scores, a work that understands that the end of a regime is not just spectacle, but a knot of fear, denial and reckoning that sound can make painfully audible.