Naïve Old Fart

I remember being incredibly disappointed by this album when it came out in 1996. Power ballads and pop, far removed from the proggy stuff I had come to know and love from MMEB. But over time, I've come to appreciate it for what it is. Chris Thompson's soaring vocals, Mann's little interludes, big melodies, guitars aplenty. It would be the last "official" MMEB album.

Geez, Louise! That fake trailer is better than the whole of NO TIME TO DIE 

Dear @Ricard, @Jay and all members of JWFan,
 
I would like to hereby apologize for my past behaviour that may have offended some of the members. 
I would like to specifically apologize to @TownerFan for attacking and offending him. If I have hurt his feelings in any way and have made him feel disrespected or attacked on this site, I am sincerely sorry, and I assure him and everyone that this will never happen again in the future.
 
A special thanks to Ricard and Jay for accepting my apology a month ago and changing my one-year-ban to a one-month-ban, giving me one last chance to be a part of this great community. I'm very grateful to both of them.
 
I promise that from now on I will respect all forum rules.
 
JTW

Can't really recall a proper 'Bond as bon viveur' moment since 'The brand was questionable Sir, so I took the liberty of choosing something else' in Daylights. Probably be regarded as elitist and unrelatable nowadays.   

I would point out that Smithers and Bond still drank the brandy and that M thought there was nothing wrong with it.

Yes, Sweep.
NTTD is "a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended... with an overdose of bon bois."

Or 'close but no triple gold-banded Morlands', to go back to Fleming. 

The finest line is probably when (after escaping the tiger hunt) Bond is pulled from the river onto a cruise boat and asked 'Are you with our group?' to which Moore responds (in a tone considerably drier than he is) ... 'No ma'am, I'm with the economy tour'. 

Thank you for this, @Bayesian. I admire your honesty.
At the end of the day, it's horses for courses. You like NTTD, and I don't. I think that there is room enough for both opinions.
 
 
 
 
 
Don't you mean: "Close, but no Delectados"? 

I’m usually simpatico with your position on most things, but you’re way off base here—NTTD was a fine movie. Even got me a bit misty-eyed toward the end. 

Grainy one. Every time. I don’t like my movies looking like generative AI made them. 

Geez, Louise! That fake trailer is better than the whole of NO TIME TO DIE 

Geez, Louise! That fake trailer is better than the whole of NO TIME TO DIE 

Hell, yeah!

Anyone still annoyed that this film lost out to Shakespeare In Love?  

'That ought to keep you in curry for a few weeks'. 

 

Another interesting one comes to mind. THE TOWERING INFERNO was called INFERNO IN FLAMES over here. As in, are there any non-flame infernos out there?

This most recent update may not be completely finished yet - For a few days, the site read "maintenance mode is on" and nothing could be accessed.

"Holy Americana, Batman!" 
 
 
While I don't think that SAVING PRIVATE RYAN is up there with, say, PATTON, or THE GRAND ILLUSION, or ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT as a great war film, it is a great film, and it deserved to be named Best Picture at the 1999 Oscars, instead of that Shakespeare bollocks.
The score is among JW's most restrained works. It would be so easy to score the battle scenes, but SS and JW were wise to go in the opposite direction.
If I had my way, 'Hymn To The Fallen' would be played at every Remembrance Day service, the world over.

The new website looks amazing! http://jameshorner-filmmusic.com

Se7en. Bit rainy today in the UK so this fits the bill "nicely". I am always amused just how misleading the first (unused) cue is.
 
Karol

I guess he's singing along with this version:
 
 

"Holy Americana, Batman!" 
 
 
While I don't think that SAVING PRIVATE RYAN is up there with, say, PATTON, or THE GRAND ILLUSION, or ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT as a great war film, it is a great film, and it deserved to be named Best Picture at the 1999 Oscars, instead of that Shakespeare bollocks.
The score is among JW's most restrained works. It would be so easy to score the battle scenes, but SS and JW were wise to go in the opposite direction.
If I had my way, 'Hymn To The Fallen' would be played at every Remembrance Day service, the world over.

The film and score are so masterful and deeply moving, this sequence always brings me to tears.  This film exemplifies two masters of their medium at the pinnacle of their craft.  Sublime, mature, rich, complex, efficient, and ultimately deeply moving.  This is from a moment in the film where so much is happening subtextually.  A masterpiece of film making, scoring, and storytelling.  
 
 
The film never scores the action, only the subtext or inner thoughts of the characters.  Something Spielberg and Williams hinted at in all their prior collaborations but here it is in full display.
 
A few reasons why this film hits me so hard - I think it was 2014, I was flying back from Baltimore, Maryland, after performing there.  That was after a wonderful experience performing with Marin Alsop and the amazing musicians and friends in the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra.  Since I had to fly with my trombone in a seat without it blocking any passengers in case there was an evacuation, I was boarded first and in the front row. Next were a group of 20 senior citizens that were all part of the Honor Flight Network (a non-profit organization whose mission is to transport Veterans to Washington DC to visit memorials dedicated to their service and sacrifice). This was one of the most enjoyable flights I had ever taken making the five-hour flight feel like only 30 minutes it was over so quick.
 
The man sitting next to me was known as the “kid” because he was the youngest one at 87. He was a rear gunner on a B-17 bomber. I told him I was a pilot which excited him as we began talking about what he saw and experienced flying dozens of dangerous missions, the fright of the Luftwaffe, friends he lost, and the incredible randomness of great tragedies. He almost started tearing up recalling a routine mission with several of his friends where all on board died because the plane simply flew into a mountain. I could feel the cold, noise, smell, fear, cramping, claustrophobia inside the rear and belly turret of these long missions over enemy terrain. He said the introduction of the P-51 Mustang was a game changer because they would now have armed escorts on their dangerous missions who were as agile (probably more so) as the Luftwaffe. They frequently didn't even know what happened to their friends. After difficult missions, they simply returned and noticed airplanes missing or bunks unoccupied. No word of what happened to their friends...are they now POW? Did the plane ditch in the sea? Were there any survivors? They had no easy answers. How terrifying it must have been to fly these missions before the P-51 where it must have felt like they were a large sitting duck! Now at least, they had a chance.
 
Halfway through the flight, many of these men had to go the bathroom so my front row chair became a rotating door of great stories from these incredible veterans. One consistent story I heard was how much they all revered one of the passengers on the flight above all else. Finally, he made his way to the front row seat awaiting the bathroom.
 
When he sat next to me, we started talking and I saw his cap "101st Airborne Screaming Eagles" Infantry division. My jaw dropped. He was a paratrooper on D-Day who jumped from a glider behind enemy lines in the middle of the night during the Invasion of D-Day. Against incredibly bad odds, he survived the battle telling me that night, he lost half his company. Just imagine, in a 24-hour period losing one out of two people you trained and bonded with.  These guys were around 17 to 22 years old at that time and I couldn't believe I was looking them directly in their eyes hearing them recount these horrific experiences firsthand.  This scene from Saving Private Ryan, the 101st is crossing paths with Captain Miller's (Tom Hanks) character as they look through the dog tags of paratroopers killed.  I met those men.  
 
It was incredibly humbling to meet these true heroes and I was reminded of them each time I see this film. I will never forget meeting them and hearing their stories firsthand. 
 

It is North's best.