“Cupid, draw back your bow! And let your arrow go-ohhhh! Straight to my lover’s heart for me, for me-eeeee-eee!” Erhem. Pardon me. I never can resist an opportunity to belt out Sam Cooke, especially when the day calls for a soundtrack that name-checks that chubby little archery-happy cherub who gets his kicks from knocking poor souls stupid with lurve. Now
