The Score!

I remember watching this film some years ago and quite liking it for all its quirky British ness. There was some dark spectre hanging over it in my memory however and it was only when the film started it came straight back to me. It wasn?t Michael Cain?s wooden delivery, neither Julie Walters comedy Scouse accent, no it was the abomination that is the music score. Some one got a Moog Symph for Christmas circa 1983, a Beethoven album and Van Halen?s 1984 and was off on a self indulgent neo classical exploration up his or her own arse with all the extra treble, top end and trill that they could muster. I couldn?t handle it, when the music wasn?t playing I knew it would soon return scratching nails down boards, accidentally stepping on puppies and biting onto a forks with a mouth full of fillings. I decided there and then to get myself up to Blockbusters and watch the banal entertainment of I Robot instead. A man does not this kind of musical abuse at the beginning of the week. Good film I?m sure but maybe with subtitles and the sound off.