Word: muzakized
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...like to think the movie's lack of insight is due mainly to the special difficulty of transferring this novel into film. The filmmakers make this difficult to believe. Michael Legrand's score comes on like Muzak's version of the Exodus theme, matching the subtlety of Lehman's own technique. Lehman rivals that other Catskill whizkid, Otto Preminger, and gives us so many establishing shots that he all but draws a map for us. If I little more optimistic about TV situation drama, I'd say that this movie was made...
...angel, that one. The awe that angels inspired in those who saw them, the terrible sense of epiphany, the momentary contact with God's blazing ambassador-all this has been lost in a welter of tinsel and feathers. The tongues of angels now speak with the voice of Muzak. It was not always so. Angels have an older ancestry than Christianity itself, and the most copious sources for named angels are not the New or even the Old Testament but Talmudic and Mohammedan writings. Still, for nearly 2,000 years the belief in angels was vital to Christianity. Only...
...look up a few minutes later and everything is changed." The piece has a kind of hypnotic fascination; still I would tend to agree with Foss that it is not a piece of music. It is quite a pleasant thing to listen to, in the way that some Muzak is not unpleasant, but it is hardly inspired...
Probably the most bizarre experience was that of a young New York City woman who was billed $181.39 for three calls to Ireland that she did not make, then picked up her phone one day and heard violin music (apparently from a crossed Muzak line). A woman in Los Angeles asked the General Telephone Co. to let her keep her telephone number when she moved. The company did so, but it also gave the number to someone else. When the number is dialed now, two phones ring simultaneously in two different homes. At Atlanta Airport, some telephones continue ringing after...
...caught a train, but it was no use. Sooner or later all of us must go. Once the airlines showed me that travelling for just and hour felt better than the ordeal of bad air, sore knees, and a weary head. I was hooked, even if they did play Muzak in the odorless terminals. The romantic forms of travel are too disorienting. I told myself, save them for the summer...