Re: Wyczekiwane score'y
: śr kwie 26, 2023 20:31 pm
Fajnie, że chwalony jest Barton, ale nie zapominajmy o Wiedmannie, który ile razy coś jego słyszę, to brzmi przynajmniej solidnie, jak nie naprawdę dobrze.
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“Gimme Shelter” may not have made it into the final cut, but the chugging bass groove of Robbie Robertson’s brilliantly anachronistic score almost leads you to believe that it might.
Stylistically, this feels like a young man’s movie. It’s engrossing from the get-go, the palpable tension methodically echoed by Robbie Robertson’s steady-heartbeat score.
Robbie Robertson finds a calling in the music ofthat time.
young tribesmen hurl themselves in slow-motion into the air, getting showered in black sludge to the electrifying sounds of Robbie Robertson’s century-spanning rootsy rock score.
Our investment in Mollie and the devastating losses she suffers makes the stakes in the courtroom scenes more tangible, with suspense expertly measured out in the haunting drumbeats of Robertson’s score.
Robbie Robertson’s score kicks in with a bluesy riff as the oil continues to flow. It’s a zesty moment that suggests we may be playing to the rhythms of Scorsese joints such as Goodfellas.
Robertson scores the long build-up to retribution with an ominous repeated beat that nods to Native American percussion.
“Killers of the Flower Moon” displays tremendous vigor and vitality through the early going. That’s to do with Robbie Robertson’s rumbling and rustling score, slide guitars that slice open the mood to pour intoxicating notes onto immaculate compositions that suggest how much care Scorsese and cinematographer Rodrigo Prieto are taking in recharging history.
Mocne opinie po "Killers of the Flower Moon" prosto z Cannes i ku zaskoczeniu nawet nazwisko Robertsona często się w nich pojawia. Chyba można liczyć na pełnoprawny score.There is then celebration upon hitting an oil line, which also introduces us to the brawniest segments of Robbie Robertson’s bravura score: drummy, pulsating and defiantly hair-rising like the sounds of the earth brimming with liquid gold right before it ruptures.