So there I am, flipping through the channels on a late Saturday night and I couldn’t help but to relive a little childhood nostalgia and stop on Wes Craven’s 1989 laughable body switching flick, Shocker. And as I half-sleepily watched Horace Pinker mug it up for the camera and limp around the screen with his bad leg, I kept being startled by the music. No, I’m not talking about the mildly awesome Megadeth cover of Alice Cooper’s “No More Mr. Nice Guy”, but about composer William Goldstein’s score that plays throughout. Annoying would be a kind word to describe it, as it continuously sounds like someone is stumbling and falling all over a piano for each music sting to highlight something “scary” or “disturbing” that’s happening. And it’s not just once or twice. It happens a lot.
Now, I like Shocker overall for the cheesy awfulness that it is. But the music has me reaching for my mute button. Continue reading