Went to see “Sinners” for the second time yesterday.
Totally rewards a second viewing, in appreciating the superb performances by the entire cast, the incredible look and visual design, and of course, of course, the soundtrack which you may have heard about, which celebrates the music that can’t be beaten out of beaten down people.
The first one, above, gave me a whole new spin on just what “The Devil’s Music” is.
And what is up with this Miles Caton guy?
“Sinners” director Coogler told Variety they picked Caton after seeing audition tapes from around the world because of his “once in a lifetime voice.”
“He was just in the dark — like he didn’t turn his lights on. Something about that was, like, so intriguing,” the filmmaker said.
After getting the role, Caton had to learn how to play guitar, since his character Sammie is both a vocalist and a guitarist.
Caton told Vanity Fair he spent two months learning the instrument’s fundamentals before filming began. He received lessons from Randy Bowland, a Philadelphia-based guitarist who has worked with legendary artists like Sting and Luther Vandross.
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Seems like he picked up the instrument pretty quick.
Here is the score from the movie scene that, one hour into the film, sends the whole thing orbiting into I don’t know where.
Beautiful smooth rendition of this variation of the poem The Braes Of Balquhither by Robert Tannahill (1774-1810).
Let us go, lassie, go
To the braes o’ Balquhither,
Where the blae-berries grow
‘Mang the bonnie Highland heather;
Where flie deer and the rae
Lightly bounding together,
Sport the lang summer day
On the braes o’ Balquhither.
I will twine thee a bower,
By the clear siller fountain,
And I’ll cover it o’er
Wi’ the flowers o’ the mountain;
I will range through the wilds,
And the deep glens sae dreary,
And return wi’ their spoils.
To the bower o’ my deary.
When the rude wintry win’
Idly raves round our dwelling,
And the roar of the linn
On the night breeze is swelling,
So merrily we’ll sing,
As the storm rattles o’er us,
‘Till the dear sheeling ring
Wi’ the light lilting chorus.
Now the summer is in prime,
Wi’ the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A’ the moorlands perfuming;
To our dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
‘Mang the braes o’ Balquhither.