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PARIS, TEXAS cannot be underestimated. Like Hermann's PSYCHO before it, it created an instant cliché. Without any important precedents, it evoked the atmosphere of the wasteland so perfectly that it was instantly adopted as shorthand for that atmosphere. For a long, long time afterwards (and still today), whever you saw a shot of a desert landscape in a film, you'd hear a rattling bottleneck guitar weeping some terse variation on Blind Willie Johnson's "Dark Was The Night, Cold Was The Ground."
John Williams' JAWS has conquered the world. Two notes, that's all you need: Da-DUM... to the point where it rivals the opening da-da-da-dum of Beethoven's Fifth for instant recognizability, insinutaing itself into the culture with the sheer mindless relentlessness of the shark itself.
Morricone is wonderful, always. The sher breadth of invention, the mish-mash of styles that enlivens his stuff: martial drums, mariachi horns, whistling and surf guitars, all in one piece... or his theme for Nitti in THE UNTOUCHABLES: lush, Barberesque strings, plunky synth-drums and harmonica. At its best the culture mash of Morricone's music echoes the similar melding of influences at play in the films: A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS, an Italian director shooting an American Western in Spain with a story based on a Japanese samurai film that was itself adapted from an American gangster novel. Or THE UNTOUCHABLES, played out in a style that owes to Italian opera, with a set-piece straight out of Eisenstein's POTEMKIN... This is the future of film, and Morricone and friends have been doing it for forty fucking years.
Stuff that really lives off the screen: Elmer Bernstein's MAGNIFICENT SEVEN is just wonderful, of course: he steals shamelessly for Aaron Copland, but to great effect, and creartes a sublime, heroic swagger: little "ethnic" touches (guitars, Latin percussion) emphasize the South-of-the-border setting where appropriate.
My favorite film composer, though--one of my favorite composers, period--is the divine Zbigniew Preisner. Jeeeesus. Gorgeous on their own, but so perfectly matched with the mystery, romanticism, and sadness of his frequent collaborator Krzysztof Kieslowski's worldview: I always think of them together, even when Presiner is scoring for somebody else. Melancholy beauty, even at vivace, long, arcing melodies of hair-raising loveliness. Distinctly European ambience--the senisibility that gives elegance to an essentially brutal work like "A Short Film ABout Killing." Hand in glove, their sensibilities as one sensibility.
[ 30-09-2001: Message edited by: Jack Fear ] |
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