Much as I would like to confirm this notion, I am forced to confess that I have a pronounced tendency to cry at the movies, often before the trailers are through.
Soundtracks are, after all, the great lubricants of the tear ducts.
I curled up with my tearstained security blanket, a box of kleenex, and the CD notes, replete with photographs of Nicole Kidman posing with somber, absent facial expressions. I listened to this disc in good faith. But I switched it off in very bad humor. Mr. Kilar is evidently a fan of minimalism. Minimalism at its best is about architecture, monumental strength, atomic structures, the relationship of the very small to the seemingly infinite.