5 COMPOSERS WHO SHOULD’VE SCORED BLADE RUNNER 2049 INSTEAD OF WHAT’S-HIS-FACE
W
e got ripped off by the future twice. We were never getting flying cars (only 5-0 and fat cats had them in Blade Runner, anyway), but we deserved a score for Blade Runner 2049 that would enable us to sit in our burnt-out Priuses up on blocks and dream of flying over the gleaming spires and methane torches of monolithic mega-cities.
Of course, the bar was set higher than anyone could reach. Vangelis’s score was revolutionary, perfectly wedding the glossy atompunk future to the seedy noir past. Darkly romantic and uncannily cold, the soulful saxophone and Demis Roussos’s vocals creating a sense of a world buried alive in a postmodern mass grave. Though he’d won an Oscar for Chariots Of Fire, Vangelis was a bold choice, coming as he did from the space music genre; but somehow, noodling improvisations while watching a rough cut video of the film, he did what he did, and created a milestone that influenced almost everything since.
Obviously, the score for the sequel was as critical to its success as it was impossible to top. There was an initial push to pick someone equally visionary—Cliff Martinez, Holly Herndon, Mica Levi, Arca and even El-P of Run The Jewels were all considered—before Villeneuve opted for familiarity and went with his Arrival and Sicario composer, Johann Johannsson. But when even that choice wasn’t safe enough, the producers brought in the cinematic equivalent of New Car Smell. Hans Zimmer and Daniel Wallfisch delivered something vaguely influenced by the original with none of its vitality, and little of its fetishistic futurism. Haunted by the original, with little to add beyond a vague memory of having heard dubstep once, we get a lot of sonic wallpaper and vacuous pastiche.
Save your arguments, cram your death threats: while it might’ve been fine for any other movie, as a successor to Vangelis’ masterpiece, this score sucks. So sterile and drained of emotion that the music supervisors larded the soundtrack with generic boomer-bait like Elvis Presley and Frank fucking Sinatra and an on-the-nose tech-pop tune that would’ve sounded dated twenty years ago. This is a soundtrack that aspires to be forgotten. (Honestly, how could anyone slavishly cover Tears In Rain without raising a goosebump or inspiring a single tear? They found a way.)
Unless it was somebody’s idea of a statement to deploy a score that could’ve been composed by a corporate AI, Zimmer (a fine composer in his own right, if you want something that sounds important but immediately forgettable) and Wallfisch were the wrong artists for the job. But who were the right ones? I humbly submit that any of these should’ve booked the gig.