The good people over at GreenCine alert us to this tantalizing news: The latest issue of Granta is devoted to film. Sweet.
Sadly, the cinetrix has pesky day-job tasks taking up nearly all of her time between now and the holiday, so she leaves you with this snippet from Adam Mars-Jones' piece, "Quiet, Please," about a subject near and dear to her heart, and an apology for what is shaping up to be a far from stellar week of posting.
Music in films can be as carefully chosen from sequence to sequence as wines to match the courses of a banquet—or it can be sloshed about as casually as syrup or custard over institutional pudding. Film music can be stained glass or wallpaper. The classic directors in the past who are most associated with appreciating the power of music also had a complementary understanding of silence. Music best retains its power by being rationed.
Soundtrack as wine flight: discuss.
