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    Thursday, April 28, 2005

    Pillow Talk Wisdom #2

    Jojo: Tell us about your parents.
    Tan Su Wei: My mother is a retired teacher. She used to teach.

    Thursday, April 14, 2005

    If you are only allowed one movie this year, watch “Star Wars Episode III.” If you are in the market for two movies, then watch “Sepet.”

    It’s a great movie. Period. (As opposed to, “It’s a great movie, by Malaysian standards.”)

    “Sepet”, not be confused with the popular French movie about a man and his hamster, “Le Pet”, is a local movie directed and written by Yasmin Ahmad. You might already know her work if you have seen those Petronas ads during Hari Raya or Chinese New Year. And this plays like a 80-minute Petronas ad. And that’s a good thing.

    There are so many things to love about this movie. Ng Choo Seong was good. Sharifah Amani was great. I laughed. I could feel the pain. Made me wish we had more liberal laws for inter-racial marriages. Reminded me of my love for pork products. Also highlighted why some directors should retire. (Especially if the director's initials are YH.)

    The colour looks a little washed out on the VCD. I didn’t catch it at the cinema as a reference. It might be intentional.

    Also, I wish the director used more original music. Maybe it was a budget thing. But I thought it would have been great if it had songs to help reinforce the story. If Yasmin asked, I would have done it for free*. And the movie does not cut smoothly from the first VCD to the second VCD. (That’s why the aliens gave us DVD.)

    So many things could have gone wrong *cough*Sembilu 2005*cough* with “Sepet” given the fact that it *cough*Sembilu 2005*cough* deals with race *cough*Sembilu 2005*cough* relations. But “Sepet” works. The story unfolds and develops well that you forget about the Malay/Chinese issue and the love story carries the movie forward.

    I am glad “Sepet” was made.

    They are handing out “Sepet” on VCD in exchange for RM19.90.

    Please watch it and then explain the ending to me. I don’t get it.

    * Conditions apply.

    Wednesday, April 13, 2005

    I went to a movie with Cheryl today. An actual movie at the cinema. Because it wasn't planned, we ended watching what was showing at the time. And just out luck, it was The Eye 2.

    (I should have known better when one of the directors name is Oxide.)

    First of all, I didn't know the first Eye was so good that it warranted a sequel.

    Anyway, this movie was bad and it hurt.

    It was bad because I sat through the whole 90 minutes of the movie which could have been told in a 20-minute Twilight Zone special.

    It hurt because the movie relied on cheap shocks to scare the audience. And every time a scene had one of those floating heads that do the "now you see it, now you don't" syncopated with THX bass drones, Cheryl would crush my arm and restrict blood circulation to my lower arm. Which is just as well, because it would have been a bloody mess should I pop a blood vessel whenever Cheryl drove her nails into my hand.

    In conclusion, do not watch The Eye 2.

    Thursday, April 07, 2005

    Let me be the first man to openly say this to female-kind: I will still love you even if your skin isn’t transparency. I don’t think this get said enough.

    There is this ad on TV for Loreal's whitening cream. It promises “fair and transparent skin.”

    My first thought was “Do we really want transparent skin?”

    Ponder on that for a moment. Imagine a piece of meat with shrink wrap. That’s what transparent skin looks like on flesh.

    Moving on to my second thought. What is this thing Asian women have for fair skin? Or is there a unwritten requirement that Chinese women should look fair? But then again, there is this even more ridiculous product called “Fair & Lovely” which targets Indian women. Well, at least it is less freaky than being “Fair & Transparent.”

    To all those who think having fair skin means being more attractive, I want to leave you with a thought with hopes that you will reconsider: Michael Jackson.