Minority Report

in Edward Gomez, James Smythe, Piers Horner, Robert Simpson, Science or Fiction by Rob on December 7th, 2008

Synopsis: Minority Report is the story of John Anderton, a policeman (played by Tom Cruise) in Future-Washington DC’s Pre-crime unity. In Pre-crime they predict the crimes that will occur and stop them before they happen, ably aided by three bald mutants named after crime fiction writers. When Anderton pops up as a future murderer, he goes on the run in an attempt to clear his name, escape the law, and try to stop the murder he’s seen predicted from ever happening. But is the science in the film equivalent to a think-tank of geniuses predicting what is going to happen, or is it a big bath full of photon milk? Here, in the pilot episode of Science Or Fiction, three scientists and a layman attempt to decide.

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Here In My Heart by Al Martino (14/11/52, 9 Weeks)

in Number Ones by James on December 7th, 2008

Here In My Heart by Al Martino

The first ever recorded UK Number One Single starts as these things probably should: with a swell of strings. “Here in my heart I just yearn for you, only,” sings Martino, and you believe him, in that way you always believe singers like him, singers for whom the only reason you don’t sing something louder is because you physically can’t. His song is like a wave, echoing that swell from the beginning, and there’s a moment at the 2 minute mark when it sounds like he, and the orchestra, are going to burst, when they play and sing louder, stronger. And how does it end? With him repeating the most repeated line of the song again, with more gusto, and the Orchestra playing the final notes of the film soundtrack that they’ve condensed into their three minute timeslot. 

I almost wish that this song was more symbolic of what was to come, that I could sum up the Beatles and the Queen and the Spice Girls that will follow over the next fifty years through it, but I can’t; and somehow that’s more appropriate, really. It works best that it’s nearly fluff, that it sounds like hundreds of soundtracks to Golden Age Musicals, that it sounds like the music played over the logo of a Film corporation, that it sounds like the closing performance at a show for Royalty. It’s fluff, but the most brilliant kind, the kind that stays there without you even noticing it.

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