Wednesday, January 29, 2014

"Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler... Welcome to Jurassic Park."

Despite another morning of single digit temperatures, I have not yet seen "Frozen" -- but #2 has.  And she came home telling us how great it was.  Nothing about the story, just that it was great.  She talked about the music, watched youTube videos, made us watch youTube videos for the songs.

I have to be honest.  It wasn't anything special to me.  Not bad, but not amazing.  They were the sorts of songs you'd expect in an animated film about a princess.  But that's not how #2 heard them.

She had seen a great story, felt emotions, and the music was a part of that.  Listening to the music on her iPod brought all of that back.  And I got to thinking.

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.


Music was okay.  Movie without music would be okay.  Together, they swept her away.  That's hard for a screenwriter.  It should be our words that sweep people away, not the music.  But really, the greatest moments in film you can recall, was there music or silence?

Jurassic Park blew us away.  Sure, the CGI looks terrible now, but then?  We saw dinosaurs.  It was incredible.  And when I hear the theme I still get chills.

Then there's Doctor Jones.  The Indiana variety.  Would recovering the ark have been nearly as exciting in silence?  Jaws?  Star Wars?

Hmm.  Maybe it isn't music.  Maybe it's John Williams.

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