Hacker-Cracker by Raymond Cummings

A movie I watched for the first time last year, from the early 1990s, features a scene where the leading man drives out into the country - hills, wild grasses - parks, and throws himself all over the place in grief and anguish. There was probably supposed to be a potent stretch of score to really lend the moment some punch, but - I'm guessing - something went horribly wrong in a transfer from the original format to streaming, and so that score became this scorched-earth noise.

"There's no way this was intentional," I muttered to myself. "No way." Then I started recording it, and messed it about and here we are.

Happy New Year, 2022, everyone.

I hit "Record" again and again, and then see what can be done.