Imagine if Natalie Merchant sounded as furious as Alanis Morisette, joined forces with a full-on rock band with metal roots, and started singing in Italian.
Lola runs. The techno blares. She passes a clock and sees that she only has ten more minutes. The movie has sixty more. How is the filmmaker going to do it?
Some songs slither like classic Zappa, others tickle the heavens like Pink Floyd, and some chant and file through dark caves and forests like the Druids.