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charms to soothe the savage breast



This thread comes up about once a year, so veterans, please forgive repeated things. But I'm fascinated with this thread and I think about it a lot.
 
There are a lot of very interesting subliminal messages in popular movies whose loathsome villains like to punch up Bach and Glenn Gould on the jukebox.
 
I think the Hannibal Lecter message is a pretty dumb but very traditional movie Cautionary Tale: If you get too smart, and read too many books, it transforms you from "a regular guy" (like the FBI profiler in "Red Dragon") into a perverted psychopath. In the early part of RD, before he realizes that Lecter's a serial diner, the FBI profiler increasingly admires the brilliant and amazing Dr. Lecter -- he finds himself drawn to Lecter, his knowledge, his achievements, his sophistication and culture. And drawn away from what had been his comfortable identity as "a regular guy," family man, yadda yadda (... who listens to Country & Western, or Classic Rock, or Kenny G. "Normal" stuff).
 
So the love of classical music is an author's or screenwriter's cheap "character shortcut" to portray evil and perversion. Normal, safe, familiar folk don't listen to this kind of weird stuff, or at least they use earphones and don't advertise it.
 
All this is a reflection of the kind of audiences these Cautionary Tales are designed for. And they're particularly designed for American audiences, with America's historical and deep cultural umbra of Puritanism and suspicion of "high culture."
 
(Fiction has had a really rough, bigotted time in America since Charles Brockden Brown prefaced his "Wieland" [1798] with an Apology to the Reader for daring to write and publish it in the first place. Until quite recent times, American Protestant parents regularly cautioned their children against reading fiction, because it provided nothing of worth, but plenty of temptations toward wickedness and frivolities.)
 
When a character in a European movie, for example, puts on classical music, the message about his or her character is an entirely different one, often a shortcut message to show the character has very positive and attractive traits, sensitivity, generosity, intellectual and artistic curiosity. A Euro who listens to classical music doesn't creep out the target audience.
 
I've seen at least two good movies -- which ones I'm sorry I forget -- in which a modern, seemingly ordinary character puts on a Caruso aria, and listens to it alone, but loudly, so that Caruso can express the character's joi du vivre, his exultation in being alive on the beautiful Earth where such voices and such music exist.
 
In "The Grey Fox," the goofy old (60-ish) cowboy bank robber, in the Prairie Provinces circa 1900, rides up on a young suffragette photographer practicing her golf drive far out of town. She's brought her Victrola with her and cranked it up to play "Le Wally." Richard Farnsworth startles her out of her idyl and says, "I saw So-and-So sing Le Wally in Chicago twelve years ago. I'll never forget it. That was a wonderful night." The suffragette falls instantly in love with the opera-loving, gun-toting old cowboy. It's a very powerful, moving, romantic moment. Is he a villain? Is she a pervert? Everyone should watch this lovely movie, but remember that it was a "little movie" aimed at an art-house audience. So the messages about who listens to classical music, and what that's supposed to mean, are far more subtle than Quadruplex Multicinema cannibals who like to crank out GG.
 
A woman shrink who'd worked in psychiatric hospitals told me that schizophrenics love Bach -- his music orders their chaotic interior lives, and mutes the voices in their heads. That's what the shrink said, anyway. If that's true, you guys know how much I love Mozart, and I strongly suspect Mozart wouldn't at all have that same effect.
 
Elmer