4.
I found the very beginning promising with the dark suspension in the cellos.
Almost immediately the combination of trite harmonic structure and insipid woodwind melody all but vaporized whatever gravitas the introduction implied.
By the time the piece reached cruising altitude, it was as limp as a wet noodle.
When the timpani/cymbal swell occurred two thirds of the way through, I had decisively returned my billfold to my back pocket.