Philip Glass at his most minimal, repetitive, and inexplicably, magically, affecting. Apparently, Michael Nyman wrote a score for this, too, and was sore when Glass won that particular clash of the titans. Which, you have to concede, has a touch more aesthetic loftiness about it than "Ugly Noel tells someone to fuck off". It's lovely, though if we're candid, not as lovely as we were hoping. Many reviews of the film decried the music as over-insistent, which is akin to describing George Bush as a genius. It's not in the league of Koyaanisqatsi, still Glass' masterpiece, but leave it on repeat all day and your head becomes a cave full of lanterns. This is a good thing.
Philip Glass at his most minimal, repetitive, and inexplicably, magically, affecting. Apparently, Michael Nyman wrote a score for this, too, and was sore when Glass won that particular clash of the titans. Which, you have to concede, has a touch more aesthetic loftiness about it than “Ugly Noel tells someone to fuck off”. It’s lovely, though if we’re candid, not as lovely as we were hoping. Many reviews of the film decried the music as over-insistent, which is akin to describing George Bush as a genius. It’s not in the league of Koyaanisqatsi, still Glass’ masterpiece, but leave it on repeat all day and your head becomes a cave full of lanterns. This is a good thing.
