David Bowie (1981)
Quentin Tarantino recently plucked this gothy Bowie gem from Paul Scrader’s remake of Cat People, putting it back on the cinematic map by powering the big eyeliner application scene with its eerie slow build and dramatic tempo shift. Despite its rather anachronistic inclusion in Inglourious Basterds (which boasts an otherwise era-appropriate score), it’s definitely the only thing salvageable from the 1981 dud.
I’m a fan of the original Cat People, so it was with high hopes that we began Schrader’s interpretation the other night; hopes that were quickly dashed. Even a singularly creepy (even for him) Malcolm McDowell, a dopey young Ed Begley Jr, a bra-less Natasha Kinski and an atmospheric Egyptian sex ritual sequence couldn’t save this drag.
Even though Bowie lends his unique vocal stylings, it’s producer Giorgio Moroder that gets the credit for the song’s unique spooky synth mood, as the music was written before Bowie’s involvement.



by Nino Rota (1960)
I have a confession: I like

Why do I mention it now?
If you watch as much NY1 as I do, you'll be overjoyed by the prospect of becoming the next artist to perform their jingle. Join the ranks of Nncle Junior and the rap duo that plays violins. Of course, without any musical skills, it will be less probable that I will won (or even