In space, they say, no one can hear you scream. It's probably because of all that jolly Ennio Morricone music. It jangles heartily when you're sucking your Dr Pepper out of a plastic pouch. It cha-cha booms like a Mexican sitcom score when you are perilously hurtling towards atmospheric burn-up. It cues up the dramatic moments - - pah, pah, pah, PAH! - - like a Sale Of The Century organist, as awesomely strong forces of Martian meteorology fling your astronaut buddy up in the air and (kids!) pull his arms and legs off. It's not all like that (at one point the space crew do some weightless "twisting" to Van Halen instead), but the music to Mission To Mars is so intrusive and idiotic that it sets up the film, right from the get-go, as the biggest twinkler in the firmament of camp.
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