O, I am slain.
I’m not going to claim to know the best, because my taste in music has been dubbed dubious at best. But I will tell ya what I like:
Pulp Fiction: Turned all that surf music into a cultural phenomenon; you still hear it in commercials.
Natural Born Killers: Infinite variety, mixed by Trent Reznor complete with disturbing movie dialogue. I love that Patsy Cline’s “Back in Baby’s Arms” is on here.
The Big Lebowski: If not for Townes Van Zandt singing the Stones’ “Dead Flowers,” then certainly for Piero Piccioni’s “Traffic Boom,” which accompanies the porno featuring Bunny Lebowski and the Nihilist.
Swingers: A little schmaltzy, but great to put in for random play goodness.
Velvet Goldmine: Wow. Double Wow. Radiohead, Brian Eno, Lou Reed, Nico.
Amateur and Henry Fool: Hal Hartley is not only a great director, but composes some cruelly haunting score stuff. And I like that on the CD it says “All Rights Reserved All Wrongs Reversed,” which may just be a label slogan but I don’t care. BTW, if someone can clear that up for me, I’d appreciate it.
Saturday Night Fever: Do you really need a reason?
The Lost Boys: It’s also a total package thing, and “Miss Otis Regrets” is a spine tingler.
Pretty in Pink and Some Kind of Wonderful: I listen, and I’m instantly back there, I swear.
And finally, I acknowledge that this may get me the most ridicule:
St. Elmo’s Fire: I love John Parr’s “St Elmo’s Fire (Man in Motion).”