This one hit me on a different level - not just as someone who loves film music, but as a trumpet player who grew up hearing those soaring, unmistakable melodies. Think The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Once Upon a Time in the West and Cinema Paradiso. Watching Ennio Morricone’s story unfold, I was struck by how much of his voice came from his early years as a jazz trumpeter in post-war Italy. You can hear it in the phrasing, the breath, the drama. It’s music written by someone who understands what it feels like to shape a note from silence. However this documentary is more than just a tribute to his genius; it’s a window into the mind of someone who never stopped experimenting, even when the world was already calling him a legend.