Da wu shi yu xiao piao ke

I don't really have anything to say about Hero of the Wild other than, about 46 minutes into it, we cut to a scene of someone dropping down into a cave to break free the hero and suddenly, like catching the glint of Sparticus' wrist-watch, we hear the distinctive metallic pulse of Pink Floyd's Echoes. The snippet last just long enough for Gilmour's undulating lead and Wright's patter of organ notes to become audible, and then it's gone. It's an oddity. One wonders if the band knew their music had been linked, however fleetingly, to the doomed rebel struggle to return the Ming to power. How the world would have been different had they succeeded.