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May 25, 2004 […] my attention wandered to the film’s soundtrack, the last resort of the jaded and popcorn-less. Soon, from the score’s generic, thundering drums and sawing strings arose a lone female voice chanting in a nameless tongue, pouring out her melodious lament like a widow over a fresh grave. If “Troy” were the only movie that I’d seen in the past five years, I would have been deeply moved by this exotic, angelic voice. But like any Blockbuster regular, I instantly recognized this woman’s wrenching cry as one of the most recklessly repeated musical motifs in recent cinema history: the vaguely ethnic wail.

…which I got from Troy in 15 minutes: [www.livejournal.com] – in itself amusing fun.