Director Wayne Wang (The Joy Luck Club, Smoke, and Blue in the Face) creates a steamy portrait of love and sex in the technological age, with The Center of the World, an erotic drama about a young computer wizard (Peter Sarsgaard, Boys Don't Cry) whose immersion in the digital world has left him unaccustomed to normal social interaction. When he persuades a beautiful stripper (Molly Parker, Kissed) to spend three days with him in Las Vegas, their arrangement becomes a journey into the dark secrets of their sexuality.
Sensuous and technologically sophisticated, the soundtrack for The Center of the World compiles an eclectic array of artists, including Robbie Robertson, Laika, Joe Henry and Six Degrees world music star Bebel Gilberto. Other featured Six Degrees artists include DJ Cam, Bob Holroyd, Brazilian electronica purveyor DJ Suba, Euphoria, dj Cheb i Sabbah (whose "Kese Kese" is remixed here by Transglobal Underground) and Ekova (their "Temoine" receiving an epic remix from Farmakit).
"In Las Vegas, the Sphinx overlooks the Brooklyn Bridge. Venice sits in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. The world is closer than you think. With its variety and hybrids of world music, the music for The Center of the World is closer than you think." --Wayne Wang, director, The Center of the World
San Francisco's Six Degrees label offers up 12 helpings of aural sex on this soundtrack to Wayne Wang's steamy drama. While the majority of tracks have previously appeared elsewhere, it's still a decent, downtempo-slanted mini-tour of music's erotic landscape. Prefer seductions of the sweltering sort? See Laika's sexy funk or DJ Cam's warm and close instrumental hip-hop. Care to throw in a little mystery? Robbie Robertson chimes in with a typical travelogue of late-night desolation while Euphoria make the scene with their woozy slide-guitar stylings. Representatives for Brazil and the Asian Underground are also here in full force, from stuttery Hindu exotica (DJ Cheb i Sabbah) to spacey, pulsing Iranian/Algerian experimentronica (Ekova) to lush and sensuous bossa nova (Bebel Gilberto). The chronically underappreciated Joe Henry ends the proceedings with a midtempo ballad, somehow simultaneously sweet and wounded. --Bob Michaels