cult films

the royal tenenbaums
song: needle in the hay
artist: elliot smith 

one hour photo - supermarket scene
robin williams
dir.: mark romanek
2002 

pulp fiction - dancing scene
song: you never can tell 
artist: chuck berry 

a clockwork orange - record shop scene (the old in-out)
songs: march from a clockwork orange (excerpt) and william tell overture (rossini)
artist: wendy carlos

”a bit cold and pointless, isn’t it, my lovely? what you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? i bet you got little save pitiful portable picnic players. come with uncle and hear all proper. hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. you are invited.”

american psycho
christian bale & jared leto
song: hip to be square
band: huey lewis and the news

- patrick bateman: you like huey lewis and the news?
- paul allen: they’re ok.
- patrick bateman: their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when “sports” came out in ‘83, i think they really came into their own, commercial and artistically. the whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. he’s been compared to elvis costello, but i think huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humour.
- paul allen: hey halberstram.
- patrick bateman: yes, allen?
- paul allen: why are their copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? a little chow or something?
- patrick bateman: no, allen.
- paul allen: is that a rain coat?
- patrick bateman: yes it is! in ‘87, huey released this, “fore”, their most accomplished album. i think their undisputed masterpiece is “hip to be square”, a song so catchy, most people probably don’t listen to the lyrics. but they should, because it’s not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it’s also a personal statement about the band itself.
[he raises axe above head]
- patrick bateman: hey paul!
[he bashes allen in the head with the axe, and blood splatters over him]
- patrick bateman: try getting a reservation at dorsia now you fucking stupid bastard! you, fucking bastard!