Imagine a teen angst movie set in 1950s America.
Inevitably, there is a scene where either the lead guy or gal drives to the beach in the middle of the night. They get out of their convertible and walk out onto the beach, the waves lapping around their ankles, as they gaze out to sea, the wind ruffling their hair, looking all wistful, angry, sad.
(Forgive me: I’ve been watching and very much enjoying Mark Kermode’s Secrets of Cinema on BB4 recently)
Anyway, the scene above is soundtracked by something that sounds a lot like this: