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What makes a great soundtrack?

The marriage of action with visuals?

The creation of a unique atmosphere?

The use of familiar music in an unexpected way?

The introduction to a genre or artist you’ve never heard before?

Any of these would work for me – you will very rarely find all in one movie but any one can make the difference between a good movie and an out-and-out classic.
Here is a list (with a few clips) of sixteen of my favourites in A-Z order.

Note : not one of them is by the ubiquitous Hans Zimmer!

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ON ‘THE ROAD’ MOVIE

The fact that John Hillcoat’s movie does not match the poignancy and depth of Cormac McCarthy’s masterful novel ‘The Road’ is no surprise but no disgrace either.
I can’t really think what  the Australian director could have done better – the performances are brilliant and the photography is sublime. The soundtrack by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis evokes the mood of sadness bordering on despair.

The insurmountable problem he faces is that it is simply impossible to translate
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FUCKING LIKE BUNNY

Avril Lavigne’s vagina and Kylie Minogue’s ass are just two of the abiding obsessions of the monstrous protagonist in Nick Cave’s new novel – The Death of Bunny Munro.

In 2006, as part of Grinderman, Cave performed the memorable ‘No Pussy Blues’, but his Bunny can make no such complaints. He’s a character who regards himself as a “world-class cocksman” , a God’s gift to woman and his maniacal one track mind means that every female, young or old, fat or thin, pretty or ugly is regarded in purely sexual terms.

This view of male sexuality is depressingly recognisable although Cave over eggs the pudding – in exaggerating for effect we’re  left with someone with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. The sex is relentlessly seedy and joyless – he even masturbates at his wife’s funeral.

Cave has commented that Bunny’s desires are simplistic and infantile. he certainly lacks any imagination or softness; aside from getting his rocks off , no other thoughts seem to enter his head. As he tries to chat up one woman on the phone, she asks him ” Where are you?” to which he replies “Where am I? – I’m all over the fucking place”. He eyes up a spotty cashier in McDonald’s and “thinks she is similar to Kate Moss, only shorter, fatter and more ugly”.

Written in a six-week period during an American tour with the Bad Seeds, Cave  tells the tale of a middle-aged man-child set adrift by his wife’s sudden death. With his 9-year-old son (Bunny Junior) in tow Bunny works through a client list selling beauty products as a door to door salesman. In a battered Fiat Punto, this bizarre road trip in the Brighton area of the UK is conceived as a means to seek out desperate housewives who are as needy for sex as he is. We learn that Bunny is graced with a “considerable member” which may explain his impressive score rate but the novel charts his demise as he gets increasingly slobby and desperate.

If he feels anything for his son there are few signs of it – mostly the boy is left sitting in the car while he conducts his sordid business. Despite this, Bunny Junior worships the ground his father walks on; implying that blood ties bind us together whatever the circumstances.

The depiction of this bright young boy is the best thing about the novel – the antics of Bunny senior are so appalling and grotesque that you can’t even think of him as a comical anti-hero. There’s a sub plot of a horned (horny?) killer who travels from the north to south of Britain seeking victims en route, a demonic fiend who , like Bunny, seems to be literally possessed by the devil.

A quote from Auden – “We’ve got to love each other or die” – is a stark contrast to Bunny’s  debauchery. Cave presumably wants to show the depths men sink to in order to satisfy their insatiable lust for sexual gratification.

“I am damned” , is the first line; a self-awareness that only come when Bunny  knows he is going to die – his last words are “I found this world a hard place to be good in” . On the evidence we’re presented with, he didn’t try too hard.

It’s left to Nick Cave himself, in his acknowledgements to offer “love, respect and apologies” to Kylie and Avril.

ZAPPA AT HOME

This is such a great shot of  Frank Zappa with parents Francis and Rosemary taken by John Olson at Frank’s home in Los Angeles in 1970.  It made me think of which other rock stars  I would like to see in a similar pose. My top three would be Julian Cope, Nick Cave and Mark E.Smith.

JESSE JAMES AND THE COWARD

THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD directed by Andrew Dominik (USA, 2007)

Brad Pitt is the star attraction of the movie but, as the full title suggests, the main focus is on the cowardly act of betrayal by Robert Ford. Ford is played by Casey Affleck who is kid brother to Ben and looks like a young David Byrne. He is perfect in the role of nerdy wannabe outlaw.

Anyone expecting an action packed yarn will be disappointed. You only have to hear the score by Nick Cave & Warren Ellis to get the languid and melancholy mood. By the time we see what remains of the James Gang, they are a spent force. After one last hold up the only way is down.

The brothers Frank (Sam Shepherd) and Jesse are estranged and the law is tightening its net. Jesse at 34 is a shadow of his former self and no longer the dynamic man of action whose daring deeds led to his mythical status and notoriety.

Usually I hate the use of a voiceover for anything more than an initial scene setting. In Scorsese’s Goodfellas and Casino, for example, this device struck me as intrusive and superfluous. In The Assassination of Jesse James however the poetic language , beautifully spoken by Scottish actor Hugh Ross, adds to the narrative of this elegiac western.

The screenplay as a whole, from the novel by Ron Hansen, is superbly judged as is the cinematography by Roger Deakens which gives the epic landscape a strangely claustrophobic atmosphere.

It’s a shade too long and the cameo performance by Nick Cave singing the Ballad of Jesse James looks out of place but overall this is a remarkably assured directorial work by Andrew Dominik. He recognises that you can create dramatic tension in a movie even when you know exactly how it will end.