I just saw The Pianist (great movie, recommend to all) and it got me thinking about the absolutely inherent horror of a violent scene paired with incongruously cheerful or beautiful music. So basically, someone getting tortured to Gershwin jazz or a fluffy Mozart piece. The juxtaposition of humanity’s darkest depravity and mankind’s most uplifting form of expression is fairly creepy. Or maybe it’s just me.
Try it sometime, though. Watch a horrible scene in a movie with an overly cheerful song on. Doesn’t it strike you as fundamentally wrong? It’s like a minor chord. You can just tell it’s off.
Anyways, happier subject. British Pride and Prejudice Version 2.0 and Free Friends Friday along with nineteenth birthday makes for an interesting weekend. (Yippee Elaine!)