I saw NOAS last night. There were six people (including us) in the theater at a 9:20 Saturday night show, within 45 minutes of Manhattan. So sad! But I took that as a good sign, that we would LOVE it. And we did!
To me, the score perfectly matched the emotional peaks in the film. I sit through the credits and I was pleased to see that there were only 2 or 3 other songs credited. They must have been playing in the background at "The Pub".
The point about overwhelming the dialog is well-taken. But in this case I think it had more to do with the very pronounced and unusual accent of Master Connolly, and the frequent British idioms requiring a double-take to understand. E.g. (mumbled) "Have you gone off me?" meaning "Are you breaking up with me?" I figured it out upon second usage.
Nothing I despise more at a movie than the "Intermezzo" when the surely-to-be-nominated song, rarely having anything whatsoever to do with the movie, consumes two minutes of screen time as the lovers stroll the beach or roll in the sack or the helicopter flies over Metropolis. I usually start making out with my wife during that inevitable interlude, admittedly more an act of protest than of love. But we both giggle about it as we turn doe-eyed and our lips meet.
To it's credit, my loss, and my wifes relief, this film had no Intermezzo!
I saw NOAS last night. There were six people (including us) in the theater at a 9:20 Saturday night show, within 45 minutes of Manhattan. So sad! But I took that as a good sign, that we would LOVE it. And we did!
To me, the score perfectly matched the emotional peaks in the film. I sit through the credits and I was pleased to see that there were only 2 or 3 other songs credited. They must have been playing in the background at "The Pub".
The point about overwhelming the dialog is well-taken. But in this case I think it had more to do with the very pronounced and unusual accent of Master Connolly, and the frequent British idioms requiring a double-take to understand. E.g. (mumbled) "Have you gone off me?" meaning "Are you breaking up with me?" I figured it out upon second usage.
Nothing I despise more at a movie than the "Intermezzo" when the surely-to-be-nominated song, rarely having anything whatsoever to do with the movie, consumes two minutes of screen time as the lovers stroll the beach or roll in the sack or the helicopter flies over Metropolis. I usually start making out with my wife during that inevitable interlude, admittedly more an act of protest than of love. But we both giggle about it as we turn doe-eyed and our lips meet.
To it's credit, my loss, and my wifes relief, this film had no Intermezzo!