We have a pair of Brucetastic Ultrasone headphones. We use them when we want to block out the neighbors' bickering and/or moaning. They are very, very good. They also serve an "It's on" function, in that when something totally awesome is about to happen, we slip the gold-plated plug into the socket, don the headphones, and prepare to get rocked. This ritual carries portent. We instinctively plugged them in for this clip. And while the final car chase in Ronin is justifiably remembered as one of the greatest of all time, calling this one no great shakes is a one-way ticket to Folsom Prison.
Both Of Our Minds Psyched-In Together: The Making Of Bullitt [Internal]