I'm speechless

Rating: 5/10 (1 March 2007)

When I asked my friend Eric why he left the stereo on when he left the apartment, he said he was creating a soundtrack to his life. Two things: One, does this mean his life is at his apartment even when he isn't? Two, you need a first rate taste in music to go with a line like that. Eric may have it, but one guy who sure as hell doesn't is prolific screenwriter/director Alfonso Cuarón. His "Children of Men" relies heavily on music to set scenes and moods, but his choice of music is gruesome. Khan the tone-deaf doorman (in "Music & Lyrics") has better taste I'm sure. Here is the tragic case of a mostly well-made movie with a serious message ruined by the cheesiest, sleaziest soundtrack in motion picture history, featuring, among other abominations, a hate crime of a muzak cover version of "Ruby Tuesday" by one Franco Battiato, John Lennon's bland "Bring on the Lucie", and culminating in Jarvis Cocker's (Cunts are still) "Running the World", not a bad song in itself, but in such poor taste as the final chord in a story about infertility that I don't know what to say.