Word: soundtrack
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...unrealistic to expect the crew to muster the energy of their hey-day, but it's disappointing nonetheless. The title track is more experimental than exciting, and "So What!" is too cerebral for it's own good. The excellent "Hard Charger," from the otherwise humdrum Private Parts soundtrack, alas, would have been a more than welcome addition. Both new tracks have spark, though, and certainly don't amount to mere filler. As to the unreleased tracks, they're a fascinating look at a previously unseen side of the band. "My Cat's Name is Maceo," an unreleased, nonsensical ditty about...
...phrases unavoidably spring up when listening to the Bean soundtrack: genre-defying incoherence, void of musical focus, gratuitous marketing and a waste of raw materials. In addition to providing another unnecessary compilation of unrelated tunes for the consumer public, the inexplicable, unnecessary nature and order of Bean: The Album represents every shred of numbing dumbness that bleeds throughout the movie. But there is an unavoidable counterpart to this misdirected stupidity that becomes apparent with each silly song; the tracks are connected by an inane disconnectedness reminiscent of the classic, original Mr. Bean character that could blossom into a smirch...
Ambivalence is never a completely favorable trait in the musical world, especially for an inherently questionable soundtrack, but it somehow keeps Bean from the movie music graveyard. The surf-rock doo-wop of the Beach Boys' "I Get Around" and the 80s staple "Walking on Sunshine" from Katrina and the Waves lend a familiar sound to a bunch of otherwide deservedly unknown songs. Don't think that unpopularity leaves other tracks necessarily disappointing. "I Love L.A." by the revivors of this past summer's Latin element, O.M.C., has a catchy groove, Boyzone's "Picture of You" frolicks in generic...
...City's credit, it contains some truly breathtaking moments. While the soundtrack itself leaves something to be desired, the sound is fantastic, especially the deafening roar that occur; when a stampede of reporters rushes to engulf the children Baily releases from the museum (the poor kids are far more terrified of the media than they were of Baily). The film also makes good use of its claustrophobic setting--the interior of a stuffy old natural history museum. A dinosaur skeleton occupies a central position throughout the movie, lending an eerie atmosphere of impending doom to the events Gavras films through...
...viewers with his simple charm. When Brackett cuts abruptly to a commercial, both guitar and Baily are unceremoniously replaced with a garish sneaker advertisement. The spell is suddenly broken and the effect is undeniable: we realize we've been played, effortlessly manipulated by a half-wit and a cheesy soundtrack...