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Yann Tiersen – Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain

Friday, May 7th, 2010

Our theme of soundtrack reviews continues with a film perhaps as equally well known for it’s soundtrack as it is for it’s alluring cinematography and quirky direction. Amélie is a French film from 2001, which brought largely unknown actress Audrey Tatou to the world’s attention. It depicts a whimsical Parisian lifestyle which is underlined by it’s score. So give it a listen, and read our review below…

Blossoming love


Legend has it that director Jean-Pierre Jeunet happened upon the music of Yann Tiersen while driving with an assistant who put on a CD while considering composer Michael Nyman for the role of scoring his film. To see how well Nyman’s music can work for the cinéaste, do watch James Marsh’s fascinating documentary Man On Wire. So the origin of the film’s soundtrack mirrors it’s theme of serendipity itself! Described as a comic fable, the picture swaggers with a Gallic charm complemented wonderfully by Yann Tiersen’s warmly inviting score. The film is as idiosyncratic as it’s musical accompaniment, matching the melodic subtlety with themes of blossoming love. The Parisian street accordion is a starting point and familiar motif throughout.

La jeune Amélie


Amelie, an innocent and naive girl in Paris, with her own sense of justice, decides to help those around her and along the way, discovers love. Although the casting (especially the charming lead role of Audrey Tatou) and Jeunet’s direction are superb, the music is an essential ingredient in the mix. Some tracks are from existing Tiersen albums while others are composed especially for the film. Amelie is well-liked in her community and develops an ambition to help others, the enigma however is whether she willing to face her own problems. It may sound serious, but it is deftly directed with a lot of humor. “Amelie’s Waltz” is the main character’s theme, featured in three different versions in varying degrees of intensity and is central to the film. Arranged for accordion by Tiersen, the instrument features prominently throughout, giving a distinctly French feel to the film. Waltzes feature prominently throughout the soundtrack and can range in style from moody minimalism to a laid-back, bittersweet intensity. This gives a merry-go-round feel, accentuating the characters experience of the whirlwind of life.

Regard!


There are a number of “oldies” throughout the soundtrack. Guilty is a romantic song from 1931, sung in English and complete with original “old-record” sound and minor scratches. The first of two oldies on the soundtrack it emphasises the timeless quality of the movie which feels to be set several decades ago despite containing modern cars and gadgets like mobile phones. The director has created a fantastical world of dreams in which Amelie’s adventures can unfold. Her failed writer, hypochondriac father suppressed her childhood by his mistaken concerns of a heart-defect. After returning a long-lost childhood treasure to a former occupant of her apartment, she sets out on a mission to become “godmother of the rejected”, anonymously helping her various acquaintances using fantasy and little tricks. When Amelie finds and album of photos of an intriguing collector that collects rejected photos from photo-booths, she seeks him out and falls in love.

Effronté


There are some melancholic modern classical pieces which fit well with the story of the shy waitress, who although changes the lives of others around her, must struggle with her own isolation. Multi-instrumentalist Tiersen’s work has encompassed everything from classical to pop and rock genres and it shows through throughout the soundtrack which is generally fun in mood, but tinged with sadness and with a touch of the supernatural thrown in for good measure. It ends up being a perfect mix of modern European classical and experimental music, but maintains a pastoral and definitely French feeling throughout. The waltzes would fit well in any period film, which compliments well because Audrey Tatou looks like an old movie star put into a post-modern film, in fact it should be noted that Tatou’s influence and impact on the success of this film.

Répertoire


The music of the soundtrack enhances the movie by clarifying a line on the spectrum between melancholy and carefree. Even the sadder moments are tinged with a kind of Gallic acceptance, c’est la vie! Without a doubt, the director Jean-Pierre Jeunet did a spectacular job of movie making but without the music of Yann Tiersen, it would never have been as powerful. The soundtrack is highly recommend as something quite original in the world of movie scores. It’s a must-see film and once you do you will want the music. Download it here. If you want to see (or hear) his other work, check out the film Goodbye Lenin which he has also scored. Below is a video from Tuning Spork records – Jay Haze reconstructing one of Tiersen’s compositions. Lovely stuff, enjoy.

Yann Tiersen – Official Website

Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain – IMDB

Patrick Jean – Pixels

Friday, April 9th, 2010

The sheer awesomeness of this short film speaks for itself. But incase you need any persuasion to give it a look, it depicts an invasion of New York city by old-school video games. Fittingly, Pac-Man haunts the subway, Frogger plays in traffic and in a post 9/11 gesture, Space Invaders destroy sky-scrapers. Unfortunately this is exactly the kind of thing which will be ripped off by some “inspiring” Sony Brevia commercial. Thankfully, at the moment we can view it simply as a refreshing, 8-bit spin on the old New York apocalypse scenario.

You can find more info about Patrick Jean and his fellow Parisian creatives over at French production house Onemoreproduction.

Angelo Badalamenti & David Lynch – Mulholland Dr.

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

Eerie, elegant, eclectic


To continue our theme of soundtrack reviews, we go for a film which is both baffling and excellent. For anyone who has seen the opening sequence of this modern tour de force, consisting of a black limousine snaking it’s way through the Hollywood Hills, should remember the uneasy, eerie and emotionally overwrought orchestral tinged electronica of the title theme which emerges from the nervous, up-tempo swing rhythm of a big band dance. This is typical of Badalamenti’s contribution to the score, juxtaposing innocent pop nuggets into a dark soundscape becoming murkier at every turn. The soundtrack as a whole turns on the usual Lynchian elements, the brooding atmosphere of Angelo Badalamenti‘s ominous synth-ensemble cues are thrown against Lynch’s own, off-centre, kitsch compositions.

...and now I'm in this dream place. Well, you can imagine how I feel.


The plot follows Betty Elms (played by Naomi Watts) a perky Hollywood hopeful as she tries to unravel the mystery behind a nameless woman (Laura Harring), her amnesia and involvement in a car crash. Over the next two and a half hours of hallucinatory thrills and charged erotica, a new reality emerges, portraying the seedy unpleasantries of both the film’s protagonists and the Hollywood machine itself. The film takes an incomprehensible turn around two thirds of the way through, it becomes confusing when characters disappear and plot devices dribble out – but all things considered it does make some semblance of sense in the end. The narrative is playfully surreal rather than frustratingly over-intricate. The regular themes of Lynch’s best work are all here – strange Machiavellian characters behind the scenes, extreme violence, obsessive characters and mainly the surreal being an active part of daily life. Without trying to give too much away, the film culminates in a delusional masturbatory fantasy and suicide which explains the dream-like goings on of the previous two and half hours.

It'll be just like in the movies. Pretending to be somebody else.


Like all their collaborations, Mulholland Drive’s is equally eerie, elegant and eclectic. By spanning the aforementioned up-beat Jitterbug into the haunting orchestral drone of the film’s main theme in it’s first two scenes alone the audience is left in no doubt of being transported into a very different world. Baldalamenti’s own work varies from the jazzy Dinner Party Pool Music to the ominous ambience of Diner, Silencio and the Dwarfland / Love Theme. Lynch’s own surfy, guitar-based compositions, Mountains Falling and Go Get Some aren’t quite as transporting as Badalamenti’s pieces, but they certainly offer a sonic twist on the sunny California that Lynch portrays and subverts in the film. Similarly, Linda Scott’s sugary sweet I’ve Told Every Star” takes on a slightly disturbing edge within the context of the film and album, while Llorando by Rebecca Del Rio, a Spanish a cappella version of Roy Orbison’s classic Crying only sounds more vulnerable and heart-wreching. A focused and accomplished piece of work, Mulholland Drive is a mysterious and affecting soundtrack from one of the most consistently creative teams working in film.

So since you agree, you must be someone who does not care about the good life.


Although not garnering quite the same effect as sitting in a darkened theatre, experiencing the exaggerated gestures, heightened emotions and odd plot turns. All in all, the soundtrack is every bit as entertaining, quirky and surreal as the film itself. Badalamenti and Lynch weave a soundscape that characteristically pulls the listener from one mood to the next. From brooding foreboding to flavourless yet intriguing pastiches there is a constant undercurrent of hallucination. The atmosphere, emotion, dream and subsequent reality shock of the cinema are all here to be enjoyed through your home stereo.

The rest of the cast can stay, that's up to you. But that lead girl is not up to you. Now you will see me one more time, if you do good. You will see me, two more times, if you do bad.


Like the film, the soundtrack builds towards Rebekah Del Rio’s, Llorando (Roy Orbison’s, Crying translated into Spanish). Sung a cappella and with haunting magnificence it could feel as though the track would not be as powerful without the context of the film. The unexpected focus on sound (as opposed to image) when this song appears in the film in the Silencio Club scene, sets it apart from other sound elements in the film. There, musicians and singers pretend to perform, but the music is all canned. Says the emcee: “This is all a tape recording. It is an illusion.” Up in the balcony, the pair begin crying. Betty shakes and weeps in some hyperemotional response to the music. This is truly music for the soul, offering something deeper, perhaps representing Lynch’s own ideas about life.

So give it a listen and see if it can elevate you towards the fantastical mental energy of Betty herself (or is that Diane). Angelo Badalamenti plays the espresso-drinking movie executive at the beginning of the film, incidentally.

David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive – Discogs

Mulholland Drive – IMDB

I Am A Motherfucker

Friday, March 19th, 2010

We’ll let the Motherfucker himself explain his life and expertise in doing the right thing at the right time. He is an internet sensation (widely known as Epic Beard Man) for being tasered by police at a baseball game and knocking the shit out of an obnoxious bus passenger. Parts 1 and 2 below. He’s obviously crazy but clearly a man who has experienced extreme hate, love, fun times, sad times and war. Thanks to Fortuna, That Vicious Slut for the heads-up. His real name is Tom Bruso, you can buy t-shirts here.

Jonny Greenwood – There Will Be Blood

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

Plainview: I have a competition in me. I want no one else to succeed. I hate most people.

I saw some fairly long sections of the film, read the script, and just wrote loads of music. I tried to write to the scenery and the story rather than specific themes for characters. It’s not really the kind of narrative that would suit that. It was all about the underlying menace of the film, the greed, and that against the fucked up, oppressive, religious mood and the kid in the middle of it all. Only a couple of parts were written for specific scenes. I was happier writing lots of music for the story and having Paul Thomas Anderson (the film’s director) fit some of it to the film. – Jonny Greenwood

Plainview: Did you think your song and dance and your superstition would help you, Eli? I am the Third Revelation! I am who the Lord has chosen!


If you haven’t seen this film wait for a day when you are ready for a surreal, jaw-dropping, no-holds-barred barrage of hyper-reality. A story about family, greed, religion, and oil, centered around a turn-of-the-century prospector in the early days of the business. Daniel Day-Lewis clearly immerses himself so far into the role of prospector Daniel Plainview that it is frightening. The movie takes place in early 20th century arid Texan and Californian plains – where oil has been discovered and is primed to be exploited. Plainview and other prospectors are rapidly spreading across the land, trying to convince the unwitting local farmers and ranchers of old western settlements that their oil drilling will bring prosperity to their towns. The period setting of emerging capitalism is juxtaposed with a twisted and haunting modern classical score that only adds to the bizarre drama which unfolds onscreen.

Eli Sunday: Don't bully me, Daniel!


It was surprising to find out after listening to the soundtrack that it was composed by Jonny Greenwood the guitarist from Radiohead (a band that despite their constant acclaim, in all honestly passed me by). Greenwood’s score is captivating and greatly contributes to the literally tectonic forces which lie beneath the drama. The music is performed by the BBC Concert Orchestra led by Robert Ziegler, the Emperor Quartet, and special mention must go to the minimalist brooding performances from Caroline Dale on cello and Michael Dussek on piano. The score was considered a shoe-in for the Academy Award for Original Music Score at the 2008 Oscars, but it was ruled ineligible due to its use of pre-existing material. The score features elements from a previous Greenwood composition and works from Arvo Pärt and Johannes Brahms.

Eli Sunday: I am a false prophet! God is a superstition! I am a false prophet! God is a superstition! I am a false prophet! God is a superstition!


There are an array unconventional sonic textures and uniquely angular melodies which shape this score. The soundtrack to There Will Be Blood will appeal to serious movie-music fans, who will appreciate this rare find: an intelligent, beautiful and deeply cinematic orchestrated score. The moment I realised this soundtrack is a masterpiece is where they first strike oil and the action is accompanied by a huge, incredible percussive sound – look (and listen) out for it next time you see the film. It’s not often it can be claimed of a film, but it would simply not be so great were it not for Greenwood’s music. He deepens the image, gives character to the shot and establishes feeling. Dialogue is sparse in this cinematic epic which lasts well over two and a half hours. And thoroughly cinematic it is – it shows, it doesn’t talk it’s audience towards a conclusion and thus with it’s music inexorably bound in its telling, by showing gives us meaning and feeling.

Plainview: Do you? I drink your water, Eli. I drink it up. Everyday. I drink the blood of lamb from Bandy's tract.


Greenwood engulfs us in the world of the gothic and takes us across a fascinating, ethereal place where nothing is certain with one exception: that doom is fast approaching for everyone within the film. No one stands a chance against the ravenous nature of greed and exploitation. You might be unprepared for the outbursts of melodic darkness contained in both the film and score combined, but the result is that the film’s theme will last in your conscience long after the final credits roll. Nonesuch Records offers a digital download of three bonus tracks upon the purchase of the soundtrack from its web site – highly recommended, get a preview with the title track we’ve put up for you here.

Download the title track

Listen and Buy at Nonesuch Records

There Will Be Blood on IMDB

Jonny Greenwood – There Will Be Blood on Discogs

Bob Dylan – Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

From the beginning of film, music has been involved in its presentation. In the early 20th century, live music was used to indicate certain narrative and emotional cues for silent moving pictures. If the animated actor sensed danger, the music would speed up and if that same actor fell in love with the heroine, a ballad could be heard throughout the theater. A good soundtrack is inexorably attached to a movie and will, for good or bad, remind you of that film, just as the images are now married to your favourite songs. What is becoming a regular feature on the blog, we look at great films through their soundtracks – find the rest here.

Knockin' on Kristoffersons door


Billy: Ol’ Pat… Sheriff Pat Garrett. Sold out to the Santa Fe ring. How does it feel?
Garrett: It feels like… times have changed.
Billy: Times, maybe. Not me.

Bob Dylan survived a near-fatal motorcycle crash in 1965, but his artistic persona of the day did not. The drug-fueled wild-haired rock poet who could churn out a million songs a minute was gone forever. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, for if he had continued along that course, he probably wouldn’t have survived to the present. Instead, he calmed down a little, and for the next decade took a kind of whimsical, laid-back approach to his music. There’s some really interesting material from this period – anyone not familiarized with Self Portrait or New Morning should grab it yesterday – but the most unexpected project he undertook was a collaboration with famed director Sam Peckinpah on Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid.

How's Jesus look to you now, Bob?


One of the finest westerns ever made (especially the director’s cut), it tells the story of Pat Garrett (Kris Kristofferson), erstwhile travelling companion of the outlaw Billy the Kid (James Coburn) who has become a sheriff, tasked by cattle interests with ridding the territory of Billy. After Billy escapes, Pat assembles a posse and chases him through the territory, culminating in a final confrontation at Fort Sumner, but is unaware of the full scope of the cattle interests’ plans for the New West. The powers that be want Billy out of New Mexico, not for ethical reasons, but rather so that things can be neatly protected for the approaching business exploitation. “Billy, they don’t like you to be so free!” proclaims Bob Dylan’s theme song, summing up why the power men find Billy so irritating – his refusal to compromise and his declaration of his own personal independence.

Director Peckinpah uses two regular themes in most of his work, the death of the West, and men living past their time and deciding whether or not to accept change. The cinematography is beautiful and haunting at the same time and matches the mood and characterization in the film. Pat Garret knew he had a job to do, but just could not handle the fact it was a friend he had to kill. The myth and actual facts of the last days of Billy the Kid play out the doomed friendship between the title characters – but the film is really about the death of an American way of life. The best and saddest moments in the film involve characters who know they are going to die and accept it. Using Bob Dylan’s score could have been intrusive to this subtle film, and made it feel tacky in a trying-to-be-hip kind of way. Instead the score works well and gives the film a soulful feel. It’s testament to the director’s skill that he chose to make a work about the end of the myth of “Billy the Kid” instead of glorifying it further. Neither Garrett nor the Kid are very admirable in this film, they feel distant because there is no moral centre to the film – as there was little or none to real 19th century West – an empty space, scenery and some misfits of various backgrounds trying to make a living in an inhospitable domain.

Hell, that was a year ago. I shot him straight up.


Dylan composed the score for the film, but it doesn’t sound quite like anything else in his catalogue. There is, of course, the signature acoustic guitar and harmonica, but the tracks (most of which are instrumental) have a windswept south-of-the-border feel. When you hear the Spanish guitar picking and the leisurely congo drums, you feel almost as if you’re wandering through prickly pear thickets in Sonora. The score is defined by the iconic “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”, which is one of the songwriter’s finest works. His version (which remains the definitive interpretation) is bare and sorrowful; in the film, it accompanies a scene in which an old outlaw watches the sun set while dying from a gunshot wound. Dylan recorded the final version of Knockin’ On Heavens Door at a session on Warner Bros. Records soundstage in Burbank, California. “It was very early in the morning,” recalls drummer Jim Keltner. “I think the session was 10 a.m There weren’t any overdubs on that, the singers were singing live, little pump organ and guitars. This was for a particular scene in the movie when Slim Pickens is dying and that’s the first time I ever cried while I played. It was the combination of the words, Bob’s voice, the actual music itself, the changes, and seeing the screen. In those days you were on a big soundstage, and you had this massive screen that you can see on the wall, with the scene running when you’re playing. I cried through that whole take.”

As an extra incentive, Dylan also acted in the film, playing the role of a knife-throwing outlaw. His character plays an important part, representing the storyteller that passes down the legend of this story to all generations. If you’ve ever wanted to see Bob Dylan slay someone with a knife, now’s your chance. If you’re planning to watch it, go for the full 122 minute director’s cut, which is immeasurably superior. Download the soundtrack here.

Download – Bob Dylan – Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid Official Soundtrack

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid – IMDB

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid – Discogs

Andy Warhol – Empire

Monday, February 8th, 2010

A musical event took place in New York yesterday, 8 hours of solid sound – a live accompaniment from Hanno Leichtmann, Andrew Pekler and Jan Jelenik to Andy Warhol’s Empire – a film notorious for its one, unchanging shot of the Empire State Building. The eight-hour, five-minute film, which is typically shown in a theater, lacks a traditional narrative or characters. The passage from daylight to darkness becomes the film’s narrative, while the protagonist is the iconic building that was (and is again) the tallest in New York City. Warhol lengthened Empire’s running time by projecting the film at a speed of sixteen frames per second, slower than its shooting speed of twenty-four frames per second, thus making the progression to darkness almost imperceptible. Non-events such as a blinking light at the top of a neighboring building mark the passage of time. According to Warhol, the point of this film – perhaps his most famous and influential cinematic work – is to “see time go by.”

Angry dragon

Angry dragon


The shot was filmed from 8:06 p.m. to 2:42 a.m. on July 25-26, 1964. Empire consists of a number of one-hundred-foot rolls of film, each separated from the next by a flash of light. Each segment of film constitutes a piece of time. Warhol’s clear delineation of the individual segments of film can be likened to the serial repetition of images in his silkscreen paintings, which also acknowledge their process and materials. Warhol conceived a new relationship of the viewer to film in Empire and other early works, which are silent, explore perception, and establish a new sense of cinematic time. With their disengagement, lack of editing, and lengthy nonevents, these films were intended to be part of a larger environment. They also parody the goals of his avant-garde contemporaries who sought to convey the human psyche through film or used the medium as metaphor.

The live soundtrack / concert / event kicked off the Unsound festival. Krakow’s Unsound festival is working with local cultural institutes, organizers, curators and venues in New York to produce Unsound Festival New York. This 12-day event involves concerts, club nights, specially commissioned work, panel discussions, workshops, exhibitions and video screening. It will take place across Manhattan and Brooklyn, revealing connections between music genres and audiences, ranging from experimental to club orientated music. Later this week We Love… favourite Carl Craig will be performing 
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Other acts appearing at various venues during the festival are Untold, Petre Inspirescu, Newworldaquarium, Moritz von Oswald and Vladislav Delay.

MoMA

Unsound Festival – New York

Freak Show

Thursday, February 4th, 2010
The real gigolo history movie

The real gigolo history movie

Helmut Josef Geier, or Hell as he’s now fondly known, is surely one of the most stylish men in dance music. An icon in his own right, his recent collaborations on his much acclaimed Teufelswerk album with P Diddy and Bryan Ferry only accentuate that which we have always known, Hell is a true International Deejay gigolo

Freak Show was released in 2005, eight years after Hell founded IDG in 1997, to celebrate the label’s 150th release. Five years on this ~70min DVD is still as entertaining as ever, providing a great insight into Hell’s life on the road and life as a label manager. The DVD also features archive footage from some of gigolos early artists including a very early Miss Kittin and The Hacker live show and the hedonism of a Fischerspooner concert. Following Hell’s freak show around the world were taken to a Detroit that looks “like Bavaria, just flat with bigger trucks”, to a conference hosted by Hell in Mexico, to the madness of the 2000 Love Parade and finally to the unadulterated carnage of Sonar Sunday. Along the way Hell provides us with stories of how he started the label including how Jeff Mills gave him some of his unreleased material for free “if it would help get things started”. We’re also told about how Arnold Schwarzenegger tried to sue Hell for 40,000 german marks for using a photo of him as the Gigolo logo. Freak show comes across as more than a simple documentary about a dance music label; the footage seems very personal and uncontrived giving a small peak into what is clearly a very loving but dysfunctional family.

Howard Shore & David Cronenberg – Crash

Monday, January 18th, 2010

The eroticisation of trauma

The eroticisation of trauma

Based upon J.G. Ballard’s novel of the same name David Cronenberg’s film explores extreme human behaviour – the fascination with death and eroticisation of danger. After being involved in a head-on collision the homonymous lead character James Ballard (James Spader) and his wife Catherine Ballard (Deborah Karak Unger) find themselves increasingly involved with a cult of car crash fetishists, an underground sub-culture of omnisexual car-crash victims who use car crashes to fuel their sex lives. The movie essentially consists of a series of car crashes juxtaposed with sex scenes, providing a cautionary tale of a mechanised industrial society’s tendency to dull the human senses.

A psychopathic hymn

A psychopathic hymn


Some of J.G. Ballard’s (the author) favourite films were created by directors who work in tandem with great composers. For example, David Lynch and Alfred Hitchcock, who Ballard has written about in a variety of contexts, had long standing relationships with composers Angelo Badalamenti and Bernard Herrmann respectively. Appropriately, the film adaptation of Crash was created by one of the most important director / composer teams of contemporary cinema: the Canadian duo of David Cronenberg and Howard Shore. J.G. Ballard has hailed Cronenberg’s Crash (made in 1996) as “the first film of the 21st century,” and in a review of one of the director’s more recent works, A History of Violence (2005) he wrote “all Cronenberg’s films make us edge back into our seats, gripped by the story unfolding on screen but aware that something unpleasant is going on in the seats around us.” The effect is compounded by the relationship between Cronenberg’s film in the context of a Howard Shore score.

Relentless sexual content

Relentless sexual content


Shore has taken the opportunity to experiment with the music. In the liner notes for the soundtrack he explains that “… 75% of the score was composed while 25% was mutated after the music was recorded.” His approach is to focus on the emotions (or lack thereof) being played out on screen. Using six electric guitars, three harps, three woodwinds and two percussionists to make up most of the score, the ensemble provides a metallic touching on industrial sound, presenting little in the way of recurring themes. It is clear Shore understands that space and silence are important in manipulating the viewer’s perception in a film such as this. He has generated soundscapes under which the on-screen characters play out their increasingly hazardous and destructive lives. Listened to on it’s own, without Cronenberg’s scenarios to guide the audience, Crash is a difficult listen, with electric guitars monotonously moving forward, repetitive yet arousing. The woodwinds are used sparingly and tend to appear in the more intimate moments. When the small string orchestra makes an appearance it appears the characters may actually care for on another.

Metallic and melodic

Metallic and melodic


There is a subtle use of electronic effects which is mirrored by lead character Ballard’s comments about technology in the film; the car is the technology we are most involved in, providing a marriage between human imagination and technology. These words could be used to describe Shore’s own take on his score for this film. The mixture of the electronic manipulation and acoustic instruments is carefully considered by the composer. Antique harps plucked over images of slow-moving heavy traffic provide a connection between old and new technology. The score mirrors the film in it’s linking of technology with the carnal. What is often referred to as a “love affair” with the automobile as resulted in a world-wide and growing addiction to a means of transportation which is unhealthy and destructive. Aside from the pollution and accident rate the addiction has also increased human isolation. Hidden in private shells people only interact when necessary, the interaction rarely becoming intimate until it is violent. Cronenberg, J.G. Ballard and Howard Shore put forward the idea that machines have changed our humanity and Crash says that our sexuality can mingle with the technology we hold so dear. Film director Bernardo Bertolucci apparently told Cronenberg that Crash is a religious masterpiece.

Technology and desire

Technology and desire


It is easy to tell as the film progresses and protagonist James Ballard unravels psychologically the music become stranger to represent this. In one scene where Ballard, his wife and fetishist Vaughan are entering a car-wash, Shore creates a sort of music concrete (best described as electronic music created from editing fragments of natural and industrial sounds). The car-wash scene begins with detailed recordings of the convertible car as it reconfigures it’s roof; a window closing electrically to hermetically seal the occupants in the watertight car, giving way to the mixture of thick wads of cloth and leather against metal and streaming water sounds. The pulsing machine noise builds to an intensity measured by the sexual activity inside the car. However, mostly throughout the film, music is rarely louder than the dialogue, engines, and traffic noise dominating the sonic landscape of Crash.

Collision of flesh and metal

Collision of flesh and metal


Shore says that Cronenberg has always given him considerable freedom in their collaborations. Having scored over a hundred films Shore claims that for him film and music are intertwined, that the film performs his music for him, in a way. The score successfully creates an atmosphere that allows the violence and sexuality to seep out, rather than represent it explicitly as would be the temptation for many composers. The various performers and soloists show discipline in how their respective parts are played, never conveying too much emotion into the score. It is unlike anything Shore has produced before or since. He has gone on to compose full-blown orchestral scores for the likes of Peter Jackson and his Lord of The Rings trilogy, but the budget would not allow for such extravagance in this film, leading to a much more interesting product. The understanding of dynamics and layering are clear here, the limited tonal and thematic range and a reluctance to key changes creates hypnotically repetitive melodic patterns – hypnotising the audience to the ritual significance of automobile trauma. This intelligent balance creates the perfect environment for action, magnifying the images and their meanings. The score juxtaposes the most ancient instruments (such as harp and flute) with the most contemporary (sampling and computer manipulation), reflecting J.G. Ballard’s comparison of basic human needs (sex) with contemporary culture (cars).

Download the soundtrack here.

As a bit of a diversion, here is a classic Squarepusher track Red-Hot Car cut together with a re-edit of some scenes from the film. Nothing like the soundtrack for the actual film, but fun all the same.

You can read and listen to another soundtrack review in the form of Christiane F. – Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo, with Brian Eno and David Bowie.

Crash – IMDB

Ballardian

Crash Soundtrack – Discogs

Cormac McCarthy

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

“The judge was seated upon the closet. He was naked and rose up smiling and gathered him in his arms against his immense and terrible flesh and shot the wooden barlatch home behind him.” Blood Meridian

There is no God and we are his prophets.

There is no God and we are his prophets.


A master of the terrible and all things macabre, Cormac McCarthy is a firm favourite here in the We Love office. His tales of destruction and torment, from the scalp hunting gangs of the Deep South at the time of America’s birth to the scavenging degenerates of a post apocalyptic world, offer welcome relief from the sun-kissed paradise of Ibiza. And its not only us that think so, Hollywood it seems has the same opinion. The 2007 film adaption of his novel No Country For Old Men saw massive critical and commercial success winning four Academy Awards including Best Picture. With an adaptation of The Road (for which he won a Pulitzer Prize and my personal favourite) set to hit the big screen any minute it seems McCarthy’s views on death, destruction, trials and tribulation have struck a cord with the cinema going public.

Frequently sited as one of, if not the, top american writers of our time, McCarthy has that rare ability of depicting a world the likes of which we have never seen.

“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.”
The Road

Along with The Road, Blood Meridian and No Country For Old Men I also recommend Child Of God and Cities of the Plain. All great reads perfect for these long winter nights.