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This quest is too hard.

I really like movie soundtracks. I was thinking about it the other day. I feel like I've missed out on a lot of really good cinematic experiences because I didn't sit in a theater and hear which ever iconic theme play. Like Star Wars. I saw Star Wars when they re-released the original trilogy, but the significance of the experience didn't hit me until later. It's like hearing the Superman theme play before Superman Returns. I never got the opportunity to hear that anthem blasting in a theater until then. Or Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull, which sucked. But at least I got to hear the theme--for myself--in the theater. Or Casino Royale. Waiting an entire James Bond movie--which was totally worth it--to hear the theme I already knew so well.

I'm really sure what it is I'm getting at, but in an incoherent way movie soundtracks have a significant emotional impact on me. Also, I just really fucking like listening to them.

I feel like my brain is melting out of my skull. I'm so unprepared for this exam it makes me want to, I don't know, do something that isn't study.

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claudine said…
I love how movie soundtracks can change the whole feel of a movie. People take for granted how essential the soundtrack is to perception of a scene, how the composer makes you feel something.
April 25, 2010 at 10:13 PM
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