If you find yourself losing faith in the subtlety of film music, allow me to suggest a few composers with restorative powers. Like the couple in a recent New Yorker cartoon who stroll unwittingly from the pastures marked “rock” through to “pop” and then “easy listening” (caption: “They never even knew”), the once-intriguing Danny Elfman, a regular Tim Burton collaborator, has lapsed — perhaps irretrievably — into mediocrity.
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