Ya, ya. Ya-a, ya-a, ya, ya…
There’s sharp Old World vs. New World edge to Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita and Stanley Kubrick’s somewhat compromised adaptation. Nelson Riddle’s inane but catchy “Lolita Ya-Ya” heard throughout the film sort of captures a certain American middle class bubblegum vacuousness at odds with Humbert Humbert’s more cultured and class-centric consciousness.
My first memory of Nelson Riddle is probably in connection with the them from TV’s Batman, though I don’t remember exactly when I put the name to the tune. Only later would I discover all the great work he did in the 1950s and 1960s with Frank Sinatra.
That’s all from me this week. Now it’s your turn. Has anybody seen anything worth talking about since last week? Lay it on me.
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