“Running up That Hill” is a cover by Placebo of a song by Kate Bush. I love both versions, but the Placebo version inexplicably sounds more haunting to me; the echo of a female singer over the male vocals is a key reason. There is a critical scene in my book where the dialogue stops and the action takes over. The song feels intimate yet forbidden, pleasurable but dangerous.
‘C’mon, baby, c’mon, c’mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C’mon, angel, c’mon, c’mon, darling,
Let’s exchange the experience, oh…’
Of the characters in the scene, only one is in control and aware of what is happening. This person believes the act is perfectly acceptable, but the other has no will to resist it, not even to experience their own terror. Imagine someone who could take you away, do whatever they wish with no fear of your memory, and tell themselves during and afterward that you would have no problem with this even if you could remember. This song is the one-sided delusion of the aggressor that their victim should be grateful that they were singled out.