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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.nerve.com/CS/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>The Screengrab : angelo badalamenti</title><link>http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/angelo+badalamenti/default.aspx</link><description>Tags: angelo badalamenti</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20910.1126)</generator><item><title>OST:  "Blue Velvet"</title><link>http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/09/02/ost-quot-blue-velvet-quot.aspx</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 22:45:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">bd485f5c-a45b-491f-8e52-c79e7f680fc3:123162</guid><dc:creator>Leonard Pierce</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=123162</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/09/02/ost-quot-blue-velvet-quot.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/2008/09/01-07/bluevelvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/2008/09/01-07/bluevelvet.jpg" align="right" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We&amp;#39;ve discussed a few great pairings between director and composer in this space before:&amp;nbsp; the energetic, dynamic films of Sergio Leone, accompanied by the postmodernist, propulsive music of Ennio Morricone; the accomplished, thrilling work of Alfred Hitchcock, paired with the inventive, restless music of Bernard Herrmann; and others.&amp;nbsp; Today we&amp;#39;re going to look at one of the great film partnerships at its very inception:&amp;nbsp; the mystefying, surreal films of David Lynch and the eerily gorgeous music of Angelo Badalamenti that frequently accompanies them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Blue Velvet &lt;/i&gt;was the first of a creative partnership that would last for two decades (and arguably reach its zenith in the &lt;i&gt;Twin Peaks &lt;/i&gt;soundtrack) but this is where it all began in 1986.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Like a lot of the best collaborations, the one between David Lynch and Angelo Badalamenti (who, despite the florid name, hails from the Mediterranean clime of Brooklyn) almost didn&amp;#39;t happen.&amp;nbsp; Mixing as it did a great deal of original score, all written by Badalamenti, and rights-managed classic rock and pop songs, the soundtrack to &lt;i&gt;Blue Velvet&lt;/i&gt; was almost scuttled early on by clearance issues.&amp;nbsp; In particular, the title track, as sung by Bobby Vinton, proved costlier to license than the studio would allow, so Badalamenti recorded his own sound-alike version -- before getting news that Vinton himself was willing to re-record it (albeit two registers lower, thanks to age&amp;#39;s effect on his pipes).&amp;nbsp; That didn&amp;#39;t quite work out either, and they were faced with the legal and aesthetic problems of going with the copycat, until, finally, the studio decided to finally pony up for the original.&amp;nbsp; Roy Orbison likewise held out permissions for &amp;quot;In Dreams&amp;quot; until the last moment, and Lynch, who&amp;#39;d been trying for months to secure the rights to This Mortal Coil&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;Song to the Siren&amp;quot;, eventually had to give up when the band wouldn&amp;#39;t budge on giving him the licence.&amp;nbsp; (Ironically, Balalamenti&amp;#39;s replacement song turned out to be one of the most moving and effective pieces in the score.) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;In Dreams&amp;quot; is perhaps the finest example of &lt;i&gt;Blue Velvet&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#39;s stunning use of classic songs given a rich new dimension by out-of-context placement, even more so than the title track.&amp;nbsp; Once seen, Dean Stockwell crooning the number in a freakish lip-synch as Frank Booth rampages in front of him changes the meaning of the song forever -- this a decade before Quentin Tarantino became famous for doing much the same thing.&amp;nbsp; However, it&amp;#39;s Badalamenti&amp;#39;s original music that&amp;#39;s the most powerful and shattering.&amp;nbsp; Lynch, who&amp;#39;d been listening to a great deal of Shostakovich while writing the script for &lt;i&gt;Blue Velvet&lt;/i&gt;, used the Russian composer as an earmark to guide Badalamenti, who ended up incorporating quotes from the 15th Symphony into the finished material, but while it has elements of the great Russian musical themes of beauty and tragedy, the score is all Badalamenti -- soaked in atmosphere, powerful but never overpowering, and deeply strange without ever calling excess attention to itself.&amp;nbsp; Combined with the wonderful classic songs on the soundtrack, it makes for a great, if always slightly unsettling, listening experience.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;BEST TRACKS: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Curiously, due to copyright issues, some versions of the &lt;i&gt;Blue Velvet &lt;/i&gt;soundtrack don&amp;#39;t feature &lt;i&gt;any &lt;/i&gt;version of the title song -- Vinton&amp;#39;s or anyone else&amp;#39;s.&amp;nbsp; However, it&amp;#39;s easy to find one that does, and it combines with Roy Orbison&amp;#39;s otherworldly &amp;quot;In Dreams&amp;quot; for one of the most stunning one-two punches in the history of pop on film.&amp;nbsp; Amongst Badalamenti&amp;#39;s original score compositions, the standout is &amp;quot;Mysteries of Love&amp;quot;, his collaboration with partern Julee Cruse, which replaced (and improved upon) &amp;quot;Song to the Siren&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; Also noteworthy is the mysterious, brooding main title track, the elegaic &amp;quot;Blue Star&amp;quot;, and the screeching, slashing, almost atonal &amp;quot;Jeffrey&amp;#39;s Dark Side&amp;quot;, which recalls Bernard Herrmann at his best.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerve.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=123162" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/leonard+pierce/default.aspx">leonard pierce</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/sergio+leone/default.aspx">sergio leone</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/david+lynch/default.aspx">david lynch</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/dean+stockwell/default.aspx">dean stockwell</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/alfred+hitchcock/default.aspx">alfred hitchcock</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/blue+velvet/default.aspx">blue velvet</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/bernard+herrmann/default.aspx">bernard herrmann</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/ost/default.aspx">ost</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/angelo+badalamenti/default.aspx">angelo badalamenti</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/ennio+morricone/default.aspx">ennio morricone</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/bobby+vinton/default.aspx">bobby vinton</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/roy+orbison/default.aspx">roy orbison</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/quentin+tarantinn+tarantino/default.aspx">quentin tarantinn tarantino</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/julee+cruse/default.aspx">julee cruse</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/this+mortal+coil/default.aspx">this mortal coil</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/dmitri+shostakovich/default.aspx">dmitri shostakovich</category></item><item><title>Our 11 Favorite Romantic Moments in the Movies, Part 1</title><link>http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/02/14/our-12-favorite-romantic-moments-in-the-movies.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 21:30:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">bd485f5c-a45b-491f-8e52-c79e7f680fc3:71281</guid><dc:creator>Phil Nugent</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=71281</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/02/14/our-12-favorite-romantic-moments-in-the-movies.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;First things first: before you all start sending in your complaints, take a look at the headline there. It&amp;#39;s not &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;The Best&lt;/em&gt; Romantic Moments&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;The Most Classic&lt;/em&gt; Romantic Moments&amp;quot;, and the American Film Institute was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; consulted in the making of this list. These are &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; favorite romantic moments, chosen by us, the good people of the Screengrab. Romance is a very big part of what makes movies so central to our imaginative lives, and what strikes a person as deeply romantic is about as personal as responses get. Here are a few moments that got to us. Happy Valentine&amp;#39;s Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUT OF SIGHT&lt;/b&gt; (1998)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uxY8Wsygpw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uxY8Wsygpw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to figure that this movie would have a special place in the heart of any movie geek: the hero and heroine first detect a spark between them while talking about movies. The fact that they&amp;#39;re having that conversation while holed up in the trunk of a car after one of them has taken the other hostage in the course of a prison break...well, let&amp;#39;s call that the &amp;quot;meet cute&amp;quot;, an essential part of any story that you look forward to telling the grandchildren someday. That scene lights the fuse that spreads out into a smooth hot glow in this scene, the one where George Clooney officially became a movie star and the repository of our best fantasy hopes on the big screen. As for Jennifer Lopez, well, let&amp;#39;s just say that if she had retired from the screen to enter a nunnery or marry the Prince of Monaco immediately after shooting this movie, we&amp;#39;d still be driving ourselves crazy wondering what we&amp;#39;d all missed out on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE VELVET&lt;/b&gt; (1986)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBoXNket2pQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBoXNket2pQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believe that David Lynch&amp;#39;s greatest movie is so deeply encased in something called &amp;quot;irony&amp;quot; that it is devoid of true feeling and honest emotion. These worthies must have been on an extended jujubee break in the lobby during the dance scene, with Kyle MacLachlan and Laura Dern trancing out to the unearthly sound of Julee Cruise performing the Lynch-Angelo Badalamenti song &amp;quot;Mysteries of Love.&amp;quot; If anything, Lynch&amp;#39;s Pop distancing makes it possible for the viewer to appreciate how ridiculous romantic love can seem to the observer, and also to recognize how little that matters in relation to the way it make you feel. Or as that great romantic poet Jerry Lee Lewis once put it, &amp;quot;I laughed at love &amp;#39;cause I thought it was funny. You came along and you &lt;em&gt;moved&lt;/em&gt; me, honey...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY&lt;/b&gt; (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj1BlyOcmBs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj1BlyOcmBs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet Stevenson was happy before the movie started, because she was with Alan Rickman, but then he went and died on her, and she became just miserable. It got so bad that Alan Rickman had to come back to comfort her, and she was happy again for a while, but then she got confused because she met another guy who, though perhaps not measuring up to Alan Rickman in many respects, did have the clear home-field advantage of still being alive, and so Alan Rickman, who is sensitive about these things, finally told her that he thought he&amp;#39;d better leave, because he was prepared to put what was best for her first, and it would probably be better for her to get back to having close relationships with living people. All in all, you should maybe just watch the clip: they explain it a lot better than&amp;nbsp;we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO&lt;/b&gt; (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2pT37FDiPY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2pT37FDiPY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike (River Phoenix) is a no-account hustler. He&amp;#39;s a narcoleptic, unable even to control whether he stays conscious. He&amp;#39;s got nobody, no home, and in all likelihood, not much future beyond the point at which the movie stops. But he is a romantic hero, because he loves unconditionally, asking only that the undeserving object of his love treat him with a little respect when he has to ask him a direct question: &amp;quot;What am I to you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;McCABE &amp;amp; MRS. MILLER&lt;/b&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/2008/02/08-15/70sMcCabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/2008/02/08-15/70sMcCabe.jpg" align="right" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love does a job on people. Consider the case of John McCabe (Warren Beatty), frontier enterpeneur in partnership with the whore and brothel keeper Mrs. Miller (Julie Christie), who has the misfortune to be in love with a woman who he brought to the territory in order to profit from her selling herself to any client ambitious enough to get into bed with her. Believing that &amp;quot;If a man is fool enough to get into business with a woman, she ain&amp;#39;t going to think much of him&amp;quot; and lamenting that all his association with Mrs. Miller has &amp;quot;cost me so far is money and pain,&amp;quot; McCabe retreats to his room and, alone, rages at the woman he feels doesn&amp;#39;t see him: “I got poetry in me. I do! I got poetry in me. But I ain’t gonna put it down on paper. I ain’t no educated man. I got sense enough not to try.” Delivered by one of the sexiest male movie stars of his generation, the speech may in fact be one of the most poetic of all depictions in movies of the ability of romantic frustration to make any of us feel pathetically inarticulate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LA JETÉE&lt;/b&gt; (1962)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3RvmJan17q8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3RvmJan17q8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often said of people in love that the world only seems to exist, that things only seem to come to life, when they are with the people they love. In experimental filmmaker Chris Marker’s brilliant, haunting narrative masterpiece &lt;em&gt;La Jetée&lt;/em&gt;, that notion is made visually explicit, in one of the most memorable sequences in all of film history. It’s a moment of delicate beauty that manages to be not only an iconic piece of filmmaking but a moment of breathtaking tenderness and romance, as well. The film (upon which Terry Gilliam’s &lt;em&gt;12 Monkeys&lt;/em&gt; was based) is in fact a series of still photographs, telling the story of a world devastated by nuclear warfare, and the attempt of a group of survivors to travel back in time searching for an answer, any answer, to their dire predicament. The man that is chosen as the time traveler, played by Davos Hanich, is haunted by a vague visual memory that will assume grave importance when he arrives in the present day, but through it all, the story is told only through a compelling voice-over narration and Marker’s exquisitely paced still photographs. Except for one moment. In the latter half of the film, Hanich gazes down at the face of the woman he loves (played by the beautiful Hélène Chatelain) and, almost imperceptibly at first, and then clearly like breaking through water, her face begins to move, and she blinks, in the movie’s only filmed sequence. It’s not only a tremendously effective piece of direction, but one of the most moving, romantic moments in cinema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;em&gt;Phil Nugent&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; Leonard Pierce&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click &lt;a class="" href="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/2008/02/15/our-11-favorite-romantic-moments-in-the-movies-part-2.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerve.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=71281" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/leonard+pierce/default.aspx">leonard pierce</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/phil+nugent/default.aspx">phil nugent</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/laura+dern/default.aspx">laura dern</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/river+phoenix/default.aspx">river phoenix</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/my+own+private+idaho/default.aspx">my own private idaho</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/david+lynch/default.aspx">david lynch</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/kyle+maclachlan/default.aspx">kyle maclachlan</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/terry+gilliam/default.aspx">terry gilliam</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/george+clooney/default.aspx">george clooney</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/blue+velvet/default.aspx">blue velvet</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/alan+rickman/default.aspx">alan rickman</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/warren+beatty/default.aspx">warren beatty</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/julie+christie/default.aspx">julie christie</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/jennifer+lopez/default.aspx">jennifer lopez</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/out+of+sight/default.aspx">out of sight</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/juliet+stevenson/default.aspx">juliet stevenson</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/angelo+badalamenti/default.aspx">angelo badalamenti</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/chris+marker/default.aspx">chris marker</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/julee+cruise/default.aspx">julee cruise</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/madly/default.aspx">madly</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/mysteries+of+love/default.aspx">mysteries of love</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/mccabe+_2600_amp_3B00_+mrs.+miller/default.aspx">mccabe &amp;amp; mrs. miller</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/la+jetee/default.aspx">la jetee</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/deeply/default.aspx">deeply</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/12+monkeys/default.aspx">12 monkeys</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/jerry+lee+lewis/default.aspx">jerry lee lewis</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/helene+chatelain/default.aspx">helene chatelain</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/davos+hanich/default.aspx">davos hanich</category><category domain="http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/screengrab/archive/tags/truly/default.aspx">truly</category></item></channel></rss>