I caught Blue Valentine last week at the Vista Theatre here in LA. It was both incredible and brutal. A gut wrenching film of the highest order, I have no urge to see it again any time soon. Sometimes art can be like that. To give you an idea of the tone, a friend eloquently summed it up as a "horror movie for those in relationships," which I would say is about right.
The film's sonic palette is mostly scored by . . .
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