I’d like to say I always undertake a complicated process of research and study, trial and error, and a dozen other acts of preparation before I compose a blog post (Warning: This is gonna be short). But the fact is, a lot of the time, I blog about what’s on my mind at that exact moment.
Pretty profound, huh?
So what’s on my mind right now is a scene from a movie that I consider to be one of the twenty-five greatest films ever. It’s a movie so wonderful that a single blog post won’t do it justice (not that any of my blog posts do any of my subjects justice—did I mention the thugs Woody Allen sent over after I attempted to share my thoughts on Midnight in Paris? I never knew a beating could be so neurotic!).
I’m referring, of course, to the masterpiece known as How to Train Your Dragon.
And if you don’t think this movie is worthy of my hyperbole, I demand you click on this youtube link and watch from the forty-second mark until the end (the whole thing’s only two-and-a-half minutes long). But before you do, you need to know a couple things. One, John Powell is the composer. He created something transcendent when he created this score, and when he composed this particular song (“Romantic Flight”), I swear he had to be in some sort of ethereal state brought on by angelic possession. You think I’m exaggerating?
Oh, and one last thing…if you haven’t seen the film, the music might not move you as much as it does me (or the four-year-old daughter and six-year-old son who sit in my lap as we watch this film). That’s okay. I think the clip will, at the very least, cause you to be mildly interested in the film, and that’s a very good thing indeed. Special doesn’t even begin to describe this movie. Or John Powell’s score.