Word: soundtracking
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...messy story-telling and poor characterization in the film are aptly capped off by the worst instrumental soundtrack since Kenneth Branagh's Hamlet. One would expect at least a few traditional Irish folk songs, or instrumentals of a somewhat Irish tone; unfortunately, all we get is sweeping orchestral muck more suited for a huge epic than the simple story of one poor Irish family. Not surprising, considering the fact that John Williams, of Star Wars fame, was in charge of the score. Limerick is no Tatooine...
...unclear to me whether J.P. is happy, pouty, joking, or serious in this shot. J.P.'s creativity has often been FM's saving grace. He is always looking for something new, of the moment. On production nights, he and I choreograph. 'Africa' is the soundtrack...
...something else." Then you bought the album and found out that Third Eye Blind's songs were fantastic. "Graduate," "Narcolepsy," "I Want You"--for me, they were the songs that made my senior summer; for my brother, they were the hits of eighth grade; for everyone, they formed the soundtrack to a small part of our lives. And the new album, Blue, while perhaps not living up to the popularity of its predecessor, delivers a smattering of songs which showcase the band's tenacious solidarity and overwhelming talent. Third Eye Blind's pop feel is a little more subdued...
...soundtrack is any indication of the film to come, Man on the Moon, based on the life of comedian Andy Kaufman (Taxi), is going to be a very interesting, eccentric ride. The album has everything from the original Mighty Mouse theme (a favorite of Kaufman's) to a bizarre Jim Carrey/R.E.M. duet to the film's score, also composed by R.E.M. Some of the numbers are absolutely baffling, especially a whacked-out version of disco standard "I Will Survive," sung by Jim Carrey as one of Kaufman's alter-egos, Tony Clifton...
...comically odd soundtrack, courtesy of a colorful bouquet of musicians. A morose punk rocker in painfully tight leather, whose music marries Alice Cooper to Tracy Chapman, splits Government Center with the occasional trio of starving violinists from the New England Conservatory. The would-be blues guitarist battles an aging Rastafarian below Harvard Square. All create a soothing din amidst the T's unkind acoustics...