Watching the trailers for The Dark Knight Rises could give you the distinct impression there havn't been any albums released since 1973. When the trailer for Robert Zemekis's Flight kicked in with the Stones' relentlessly overused "Gimme Shelter," I squirmed uncomfortably and may have whispered "Scorsese wannabe" to my boyfriend, but when Argo followed in rapid succession with Aerosmith's "Dream On," I decided I officially couldn't take it anymore. However artfully he used it, Ben Affleck doesn't even have the excuse of being nostalgic for that era.
Director Person, I am holding your hands and looking meaningfully but unblinkingly into your eyes as I say this: it's time to put down that copy of Beggars Banquet and step into the shiny new millenium, mkay? Your new films look promising, but the music you've chosen is about as fresh as Edie Sedgewick's last leotard. Several of your contemporaries -- Quentin, Sofia, Wes -- are making at least half their auteur repuations simply by licensing music that isn't stunningly obvious (yes, even in their period films, Ben Affleck), so if you'd like to add a little legacy to the mix, step gently into that good Delorean and get the hell back to the future. I say this with love.