Imagine if Alfred Hitchcock and Michael Powell had insanely hot sex. “Shutter Island” would be the butt baby Hitchcock would deliver. (It would have to be Hitchcock, he had the widest hips.)
Bonus points to Robbie Robertson for constructing the score entirely from modernist music. And for coming up with the film’s final haunting track.
Anyone who mashup a string quartet with Dinah Washington deserves ALL the love in the world! Well played, Mr. Scorsese. Well played, indeed!