Yes, and it doesn't even have to be that assertive. Most posters to this board--certainly not all--are of a generation who grew up with the more popular examples of symphonic art music; some of us even sought out more esoteric fare. And we never questioned that the symphonic tradition was the right musical language for film. But the reviewers of today, many of whom were born in the 70s and grew up with the music of Dylan and the Stones, don't see the connection of symphonic music with visual drama. Opera means nothing to them--high-flown warbling for weirdos. Their sensibilities are with folk and rock. That's been the soundtrack of their lives and the soundtrack they would wish to see accompanying the drama they see on screen. Symphonic music, and especially the very intense, utterly straight-faced and even occasionally--necessarily--bombastic music of Rozsa, must come across as pretty much like the cartoon John cites--something being bored mercilessly into their ears. They don't get the connection, and perhaps more relevantly, they'd still hate the music even if by some miracle they could get the connection. So to read a review and expect that the reviewer, who may be half our age or less, is going to share our artistic tastes and sensibilities is naive. To be bothered by it is just plain masochistic.