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Filmtracks Recommends: Buy it... if a bleak environment of mostly subdued techno-erotic electronica is your idea of a good time. Avoid it... if you require anything more than a cold and dark synthetic environment, devoid of personality or thematic and instrumental cohesion. Filmtracks Editorial Review:
The ambient personality of Body Shots is never given a chance to progress from point "A" to point "B" in the score; there is no sense of development or achievement whatsoever. Even the instrumentation isn't given a chance to form a cohesive personality; none of the rhythms or sampled sounds carries over from scene to scene with the intent of painting a larger canvas. At least the bass region, while exploited a couple of times for the impact of a bar's coolness, isn't as domineering in the majority of the score as it could have been. Between the long cues of monotonous dance rhythms and seemingly endless repetitions, only the grim, metallic nature of the chilling atmosphere prevails. For a score depicting the modern societal study of sexual relations, the music is interestingly devoid of much in the way of sultry qualities. It may have a slightly seductive rhythm here or there, and it may accompany such an exploration adequately, but the lack of steaminess is a comment about film's stark nature more likely than it was simply an unintentional stumbling. The trumpet and cello solos are such minute contributors that they offer no break from the repeating synths and occasional use of light, synthetic string effects. The only cue to really achieve a listenable status is "Afterplay," which hints at some development beyond the score's lengthy and subtle motif of chord progressions, but ultimately is still just an easy light rock background experience. The album opens with an alternately intriguing and wretched reworking by Moby of the famous "Love Rap" sample. While "Bodyrock" will be insufferable for most orchestral film score collectors, it really is the most interesting aspect of the album release, fitting within the same general boundaries of Isham's score but at least providing something more than dull ambience. That bleak, inner-city tone lasts for 36 minutes on album, likely to succeed in only sucking the life out your listening environment. There's nothing inherently wrong with the necessity of this sound, but why Body Shots was pressed onto CD (even with Milan's preferential treatment of Isham's music) is a curious question. Contrary to publicity for the album, Body Shots isn't a very upbeat or promising score, and perhaps its redemption comes in the form of its brevity. *
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