I'll be the first to admit that a soundtrack can make or break a movie for me. Although if you've ever seen There Will Be Blood, no one speaks for the first 15 or 20 minutes of the film and the silence was so uncomfortable my friend Sara and I had somehow moved from our own comfy spots on separate couches, to a spot huddled together right in front of the screen, holding each other . . . two kids with ADD, yeah we were ready to blow our lids, I think I even muttered, "I can't take this." Kudos to Mr. Anderson for creating that kind of tension. Amazing.
Quentin Tarantino is on my top ten of cool famous people I'd just like to hang out with. I don't care what we do . . . we could just sit on a couch and watch other people play video games and I bet some amazing memories would be created. Anywho, Jackie Brown (one of Tarantino's amazing flicks) has one of my favorite soundtracks . . . ever. Next in line is my man Clint's Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, the whole soundtrack is just one big tribute to Johnny Mercer. K.D. Lang's Skylark is probably my favorite version of that song.
When a movie starts with Bobby Womack and Pam Grier (still Foxy after all these years) well . . . I'm pretty much already snagged . . . hook, line and sinker. So enjoy the opening---she made me want to be a flight attendent, by the way, she made it look that good--- and check out some of the links to see examples of other soundtracks I just couldn't get enough of.
Pleasantville: the whole soundtrack is incredible . . . but I'm sending you to the Suite, Cheers Randy Newman!
Almost Famous: Stillwater, Feverdog
Detroit Rock City: BOC, Godzilla
It's in the movie, not on the actual Soundtrack Listing . . . grrr. I will disagree with one of the customer reviews on Amazon, I didn't mind Marylin Manson's cover of ACDC's Highway to Hell (but then again, I'm not a die hard fan . . . of either MM or ACDC sooooo . . . ). He is a tool no matter what he turns out. *** Funny story: my friend literally fled her apartment in the night once and when a friend and I went to load my mini-van with some more of her stuff, in one room, lonely on the floor were her heart-shaped sunglasses. Now Sara didn't even really like her heart-shaped sunglasses. I have a habit of forgetting . . . everything. So whenever we'd go out from her apartment she'd always wear her cool sunglasses and she'd lend me the heart-shaped ones. One time I even cussed someone out for cutting us off while wearing them and all the snotty couple did was laugh at me (and I can't blame them). I took the suckers home with me and held them ransom. Then this mother fucker sings a song about them and suddenly Sara can't live without the damn things. But she bought me my own pair for Christmas. They're pretty bomb.
There are about a million more . . . but I sense more tangents coming so time to turn out the lights.
Good night, moon.
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