Breathing happens naturally. That’s one bit of good news we have as humans; a solitary effort in life we don’t have to add to our endless list of things to remember. And until we reminded you of it, you had forgotten all about breathing — and now you’re counting your breaths, aren’t you? Good, that’s the effect we were going for. Sometimes we neglect details in the bigger picture and ignore their significance. Classic films possess essential accessories that sink into our subconscious, just as breathing does.
One of these dirty little secrets has been hiding under your nose (or in your ears, rather) the entire time. Elusive stacatto from a string section embodies mystery, the world’s tiniest violin symbolises sadness, and boisterous brass sections with timpani drums cause us to shout profanities at the ignorant girl who dismisses the slasher in the mirror behind her. Film scores play a role identifying directly to your senses; they demand nothing and everything at the same time.