Every once in a while, dreamers, I’ll come across a song which requires no explication. Sometimes, a song is just damn good. It requires no real detail nor explanation, no real look into deep meaning nor serious intention. In fact, the song is just so entertaining that the only thing that anyone can really do is post a video and hope that the audience understands how intrinsically fantastic it is.
“9 in the Afternoon” by Panic! at the Disco is one such song. From their sophomore effort, Pretty. Odd., “9 in the Afternoon” has a decidedly (and obvious) Beatles flare to it, something that may come as a bit of a (welcome) shock to earlier fans of the band –of which, sorry to say, girls, I was not. The commanding piano intro was enough to get me completely interested –what can I say; I’m a sucker for a good piano charge. Then a B flat rift comes in and the song is all unicorns and Sgt. Pepper.
I don’t want to go into the lyrical content — it’s just mystical and joyous, the type of song that keeps you smiling hours after the last note has been played. As for the musical composition, it’s actually a masterpiece of post-90s pop music. I was pleasantly surprised with the band’s decidedly complex construct.
It’s a rare occasion in which I can honestly say I’ve seen something that’s as profoundly poetic as it is universally beautiful. It’s even rarer to experience this feeling in film, where most things are categorised based on their box-office success. However, every once in a while I’m surprised and shocked at how simply gorgeous a film is — whether it be from the deft hand of the scribe or the keen and delicate eye of the photographer.
Lovely Bones has this sort of feel to it — unapologetically poetic while still maintaining a relatively mainstream air. Taking a page out of Dean Young’s handbook and creating imagery that’s in the same breath perplexing and fastidious, Lovely Bones explores the scope of death in a way that I’ve never actually seen in recent film. It was a deeper understanding of the afterlife and the interconnected pieces of life that keep the dead clinging ingloriously to the world they’ve just left.