He wrote for Alfred Hitchcock, John Huston, and even Jerry Zucker, applying his trademark lush romanticism with a tinge of creepiness for Ghost, and mocking his own work in Top Secret.
But it was Jarre's collaboration with British director David Lean that would bring him immortality and two Oscars - the first, for Lawrence of Arabia, the second, for Doctor Zhivago, big, juicy epics. His scores became so intertwined with the images that you can still feel the sand and the snow, even when some desecrated elevator-music version comes on while you stand on line at the pharmacy. Au revoir.
Jarre in Berlin In February, by Andreas Rentz/Getty Images