As we approach our eighth anniversary, my boy and I have been reflecting intermittently on what it is that draws us together. One popular theory is our willingness to (indeed enthusiasm for) take the piss: not just partners, but sparring partners. Another, often revisited, is our uncanny tendency to think and say the same thing at the same time. Last night, watching the rather good Public Enemies, our shared frame of reference and ability to follow random cues was the key: as the film introduced a Chicago villain, my boy leant over and murmured without preamble “Proper fucked”.
Possibly the rest of the audience were curious as to why I found that particular scene so funny, but he was absolutely right. I haven’t a clue what the actor’s name is either, but it was certainly him. And he was, as it turned out.
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What we do in life echoes in eternity, proclaims Maximus, goading on his men.
But as he battles for his life in the Circus, the tune echoing in our ears is unmistakeably one that has more recently accompanied a ratty Johnny Depp buckling his swash in the Caribbean.
It’s amazing how a bit of latter-day cheap soundtracking can change the nature of a classic epic, no?
Hans Zimmer, you have a lot to answer for.