There’s a scene in Guy Ritchie’s Snatch where a cocksure pugilist lies prone, mouth agape and eyes shut, out-cold, on the dirt floor of a makeshift arena. As the viewer’s perspective widens, the peripheries fill with disputatious locals (i.e. travelers, gypsies, or “pikeys” in the Guy Ritchie universe) in arguing how best to dispose of the pugilist, Gorgeous George, who, on account of his repose, is presumed dead, and the boxer’s partner, Tommy, whose buffer of personal space dwindles as fast as his courage. “If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why would the gypsies go through the trouble explaining why a man died in their campsite?”
The camera work and accompanying narration is just the right mix, but the music, starting when we realize that Mikey - the pikey prize-fighting Mighty-Mouse, who’s taut but undersized stature and persistent inebriation arose in his opponents unfounded confidence - delivers England’s most fluid and potentially lethal, right hook (really, a jab-hook hybrid). The barnyard fight and musical delivery may be alone worth the price of admission.
In his most recent work, The Gentlemen, Ritchie proves once again adept in retrieving, from some remote island of forgotten, now-unknown musical gems, an absolute treasure of a song.
I’ve posted both because you’re not likely to hear them otherwise (that is, of course, unless you’ve seen the movies). Cheers!