Kasey Kockroach

That’s called fulfilling the bare minimum. Which, yes, isn’t expected from Hollywood film scores currently.

This one was always film music junk food. Probably not very good for you, not much substance, but sometimes you want to hear an egg travel. One of my earliest soundtrack acquirements, so I was a basic bitch even back then.

AND SINCE I AM DEAD I CAN TAKE OFF MY HEAD TO RECITE SHAKESPEARIAN QUOTATIONS

Every time I’ve tried to listen to most Elfman scores that aren’t NBC, I get bored after the main title cues. Which is to say, tried putting on Beetlejuice. Meh. (before ya’ll spit at my contrarianism, I still like Edward Scissorhands)

Meh.

But I only really like KH1! KH3 has its moments though.

You’re more like a son to me, sorry.

I wasn’t THAT horny!…or was I. Why in tarnation do ya’ll remember me Giacchino still sucks by the way. Powell’s not even my favorite composer, but there was enough Goldsmith lauding around here so I didn’t feel a need to contribute.

“Can I enjoy Star Wars anymore?” “Of course you can!” “Well I didn’t before!”

Broughton’s sequel is way better.

So how about those milky way breasts

John Powell scoring Bryce Dallas Howard might be worth my time. Oh, it’s gonna be Scarlet? K, bye.

Jurassic Park’s end credits do not play twice in the film (missed opportunity, Spielberg you hack).

Ferdinand’s a five star score in my book, and top 5 Powell in general, so I’m just surprised and intrigued he liked this one while not thinking much of the former. But what the hey, different strokes for different blokes.

A five star rating from Filmtracks?! Wow, unusually kind.