Here’s a great song that has been beaten into banality by the ever-growing number of people who sing it with none of the sense of humor, sexiness or irony that Leonard Cohen intended when he wrote it. “Hallelujah” has been turned into musical mulch in which the insipid flowers of sentiment and false emotion have blossomed and unfurled their sickly sweet petals.

John Malkovich is using a cheat sheet to inform him of what he’s feeling. Oh, the passion.