"Between survival and the camera bobbing at sea, the film draws from its cast and some convincing gore scenes well, all on a trippy soundtrack by François-Eudes Chanfrault ({{w|Vinyan]], The Hills Have Eyes)."

"Donkey Punch is powered by claustrophobic menace and a notably effective score, by François-Eudes Chanfrault, that features spectral synths and the eerie clack of electro-castanets."

"We thought about the movie as a global piece of work, not picture, then voices, then music."

"The director/writer team is friends and fans of another French duo, Alexandre Aja and Grégory Levasseur, responsible for the blood-drenched Haute Tension. Logically, they have chosen to share the same editor (Baxter) and composer (François-Eudes Chanfrault), resulting in equally effective jackknife editing and a sonorous score."

"Much attention has been paid … to the music of François-Eudes Chanfrault, composer of The Hills Have Eyes."

"She relates how she then viewed his body at the morgue, while a long static shot of the park where the murder took place unspools, backed by Francois Eudes Chanfrault's sparse, sorrowful, string-based score."

"And while expecting me to be the more free I could be, he pushed me to my own corners, always asking for more. More freedom, more experiments, more noise, more trash, more, more."

"It was a fascinating experience where I literally wrote and recorded music live on the picture while Fabrice was screaming "more, more", yelling and singing to finally explode together in a "yeahhhhhh, that's fucking great!""

"François-Eudes Chanfrault is a young French musician who participated in the soundtrack for ' , a thriller by , before he distinguished himself by his compositions and electronic offset to the documentaries of (including that of ')."

"Chanfrault is one of the few French musicians to accommodate both a classical and a true technological expertise."

"But there are constants. The first is anxiety, because you have to reinvent an entire personal universe from that of another, understanding the film, its form, its rhythm, its colors."

"Finally, the role of sound in these films is very important, and directors give it a lot of attention. We work hard, we try, it is not just enough to illustrate. We must build a character in its own music."

"I enjoy a freedom of tone and experimentation unparalleled, almost unthinkable in more traditional films — producers are becoming more conservative, dramatically."

"I love working on genre films."

"I worked carefully in the darkness and the silence."

"My own story is like a fairy tale nobody would believe because it's exactly what you expect but it never happened."

"I think my work is unusual, so when someone comes to me, it's rarely to ask me some Zimmer shit, even though it happens sometimes. When it happens, I do my best to write decent / elegant music that could match their needs and mine. But mostly, people want me to be myself."

"The whole is supported by a soundtrack by François-Eudes Chanfrault that is absolutely remarkable."

"...the frenetic pace, driven by the music which is sometimes metal, and sometimes seraphic, of François-Eudes Chanfrault."

"Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home."

"Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!"

"Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair! For me her constant flame appears; The garland she hath culled, I wear On brows bald since my thirty years. Ye veils that deck my loved one rare, Fall, for the crowning triumph's nigh. Ye Gods! but she is wondrous fair! And I, so plain a man am I!"

"In Paris a queer little man you may see, A little man all in gray; Rosy and round as an apple is he, Content with the present whate'er it may be, While from care and from cash he is equally free, And merry both night and day! "Ma foi! I laugh at the world." says he, "I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!" What a gay little man in gray."

"Nos amis, les ennemis."

"Quoique leurs chapeaux sont bien laids, Goddam! j'aime les anglais."

"Ce n'est que lorsqu'il expira Que le peuple, qui l'enterra, pleura."

"Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show, Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow."

"Gaily! gaily! close our ranks! Arm! Advance! Hope of France! Gaily! gaily! close our ranks! Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!"

"La pendule fait tic-tac-tic-tic Les oiseaux du lac pic-pac-pic-pic Glou-glou-glou font tous les dindons Et la jolie cloche ding-dang-dong"

"La mer Au ciel d`été confond Ses blancs moutons Avec les anges si purs La mer Bergère d`azur Infinie"

"La mer Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs A des reflets d`argent La mer Des reflets changeants Sous la pluie"

"They tell me every day is there Not more nor less than Sunday gay; In shining robes and garments fair The people walk upon their way. One gazes there on castle walls As grand as those of Babylon, A bishop and two generals! What joy to be in Carcassonne! Ah! might I but see Carcassonne!"

"Yet could I these two days have spent, While still the autumn sweetly shone, Ah, me! I might have died content When I had looked on Carcassonne."

"Je me fais vieux, j’ai soixante ans, J’ai travaillé toute ma vie, Sans avoir, durant tout ce temps. Pu satisfaire mon envie. Je vois bien qu’il n’est ici-bas De bonheur complet pour personne. Mon vœu ne s’accomplira pas: Je n’ai jamais vu Carcassonne!"

"Fra tutti il primo Arnaldo Danïello Gran maestro d'amor; ch'a la sua terra Ancor fa onor col suo dir strano e bello."

""O frate," disse, "chesti qu'io ti cerno col ditto," e additò un spirto innanzi, "fu miglior fabbro del parlar materno. Versi d'amore e prose di romanzi soverchiò tutti; e lascia dir li stolti che quel di Lemosì credon ch'avanzi."

"En breu brizara'l temps braus E'l biza, e'l brus e'l blancx Qui s'entresenhon trastuig De sobre claus ram de fuelha."

"Ieu sui Arnautz qu'amas l'aura E cas la lebre ab lo bueu E nadi contra suberna."

"E si tot venta'ill freg'aura, L'amor qu'ins el cor mi pleu Mi ten caut on plus iverna."

"E fo meiller trobaire que negus d'aquels qu'eron estat denan ni foron après lui; per que fo apellatz maestre dels trobadors, et es ancar per totz aquels que ben entendon subtils ditz ni ben pauzatz d'amor e de sen."

"Bel dous companh, tan sui en ric sojorn Qu'eu no volgra mais fos l'alba ni jorn, Car la gensor que anc nasques de maire Tenc et abras, per qu'eu non prezi gaire Lo fol gilos ni l'alba."

"Bel companho, en chantan vos apel! No dormatz plus, qu'eu auch chantar l'auzel Que vai queren lo jorn per lo boschatge Et ai paor que.l gilos vos assatge Et ades sera l'alba."

"Be·l saupra plus cobert far! Mas non a chans pretz enter, Can tuch no·n son parsoner."

"Qu'eu cut c'atretan grans sens Es, qui sap razo gardar, Com los motz entrebeschar."

"Thy pardon, Father, I beseech, In this my prayer if I offend; One something sees beyond his reach From childhood to his journey’s end. My wife, our little boy Aignan, Have travelled even to Narbonne; My grandchild has seen Perpignan; And I — have not seen Carcassonne..."

"The vicar’s right; he says that we Are ever wayward, weak and blind; He tells us in his homily Ambition ruins all mankind;"