There'll be more than enough excruciating hype winging your way for this, but we'll just focus on the positive. Whatever your feelings on Tarantino's films, their use of music is usually inspired. Kill Bill has Nancy Sinatra singing the old Cher hit "Bang Bang", blasts of Bernard Herrmann and Quincy Jones, Isaac Hayes' "Run Fay Run", much new material from Wu-Tang's RZA, and tantalising, foul-mouthed dialogue excerpts from the likes of Uma Thurman and Lucy Liu.
The medium-defining shibboleth that induces paroxysms of adulation from film critics (but not filmgoers), Citizen Kane has become, in its inviolable immensity, the cinematic equivalent of its own overbearing protagonist, Charles Foster Kane. Yes, the 25-year-old Orson Welles' direction is astounding. Yes, Welles and Herman Mankiewicz's screenplay is a pointed satire of paper baron William Randolph Hearst. Yes, Gregg Toland's deep-focus cinematography is sumptuous. Yes, Bernard Herrmann's score is eerily ominous.
