Times are bad. The big bad has come into power and is relatively unstoppable, except for a series of artifacts that our intrepid pre-adult gang needs to hunt down and destroy. The problems? They don't have any idea where any of them are - well... except for the one, and they have no idea how to destroy the one which has come into possession. Also, this particular artifact has a effect on the mood not unlike a certain one ring.
Well, nothing to do but sit around and listen to the radio to hear the reports of friends and family who have gone missing and can be safely presumed dead.
|How completely fucking cheerful.|
Then this happens.
It turns out a little Nick Cave was exactly what the movie needed. It seems like a strange segue, and it would've been easy to make it fall into "Music Video Syndrome" but it feels perfectly in touch with the mood and look of the movie. It's a spellbinding scene - one capable of grabbing the attention of the viewer and not letting go until it's over.