The music of the film was composed by Andrew Powell, a composer and orchestrator most well known for his work with Alan Parsons and Eric Woolfson for The Alan Parsons Project. Donner stated in the soundtrack's liner notes that he had been location-scouting with a steady soundtrack of the Projects' albums, and so he married music style to pictures in his mind before the film was even begun. Powell wrote the score and approached Parsons to produce the music, thus making it appear to be an instrumental album of the band. Parsons is often mistaken as the composer for the film.

Cool.

*just listened to some APP*

Except for the part where that signature APP beat is my biggest pet peeve in the entire movie.

I love absolutely every little teeny thing about Ladyhawke.

The sword plunged into the earth...honor, morality, sacrifice and unbounded love. Jeez. I've got to see it again.

Watching it now, and I love the (natural) light, the colours, the ambient sounds, the music is genius at parts.

And I mentioned the howl at the end, but forgot there was also the gut-wrenching howl when the hawk is shot with the stray arrow and again when Navarre and Isabeau see each other at sunrise and she transforms before he can touch her. How does a human make that sound?! Breaks my heart.

And I wish I could freeze Michele Pfeiffer and Rutger Hauer at the age they were in this movie (I still have a major crush on Etienne Navarre), they are both so incredibly gorgeous, and Navarre's howl in the cathedral during the eclipse kills me still.

I think Michelle may have beat you to it. This is a photo of her in 2008: [link]

The creepy woodcutter in the forest! And his not-quite-all-there wife. Yeah, there's the romantic Middle Ages for you. Poor folk are *poor*.

I'm getting a Forbidden message, Matt. But unless she got all her wonderful baby-fat back and her face is soft and round again instead of long and tight, it ain't the same.

I love the creepy woodcutter's wife! The way she just hummed and walked with her toes pointing out like she was dancing.

And Francesco, he was alive and named for all of two seconds, and I still loved the guy for rising above the reign of terror to acknowledge an old friend.

We took Emeline to see Coraline today. It was a bit of a clusterfuck.

We warned Em that it might be a bit scary, to which she said, "Not to me!!" We get our snacks and sit down. The previews start. They show the previews for: Clutch 2, The Haunting in Connecticut, and a couple of other R rated movies. I raised an eyebrow, escpecially when Emeline crawled into my lap on the verge of crying during the trailer for Haunting in Connecticut, but didn't think anything of it.

We put our 3-D glasses on and the movie started.

Except the projectionist hit the wrong button. (S)he started MY BLOODY VALENTINE. I've never seen parents running out of a theater so quickly in all my life. It was really kind of funny.

But, they got it fixed, Coarline was watched and Em loved it. She wants to go as Coraline for Halloween. Which, I can totally get behind, but I need to find a way to make the Other Mother's gray polka dot dress with the fuschia bustle thingie.

But the movie was WONDERFUL. Just marvelous and beautiful. Now I need to read the book.

Except the projectionist hit the wrong button. (S)he started MY BLOODY VALENTINE. I've never seen parents running out of a theater so quickly in all my life. It was really kind of funny.

Ah hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

I've had nightmares like that