I watched McDull, Prince de la Bun 麥兜菠蘿油王子 today. Many complain it's too difficult to read, but it only takes some familiarity with the writer's (謝立文) style for one to catch the underlying themes. It was such a beautifully sad yet optimistic story that I couldn't help but sob uncontrollably pass the end of the credits. I don't know how to describe the experience yet as I am still overwhelmed by the amount of details and evocations.
Lost in Digression
Lost in Translation was one of the best movies I have seen lately.
Many people say it's crap because of the absence of a dramatic storyline. Yet I think it's the subtlety, necessitated by its subject matter (the sense of being lost emotionally and physically), that makes the movie a unique cinematic experience.
Whatever. I've been sooo easily agitated these days. Petty little things make me swear aloud and pound hard on a desk. Virtually anything that comes across my path will be greeted with earth-shattering animosity and fury. This abnormality (or is it normal?) is probably a result of the moon cycles. Whatever.
Or, I have another theory. As many of my friends already know, my boyfriend is back in Hong Kong from Beijing. He has just started at a new job and is settling back into this city. We make an effort to hang out almost every day, doing silly but relaxing things like walking my dog, shopping for a new tie, reading togethesr, or even just strolling back and forth between his building and mine. During all these time spent together, we of course talked and exchanged thoughts and laughed and quarrelled. Every little thing can become the center of a discussion, and I guess being in a relationship (for a Libra) means you get to share everything with a mate. Perhaps this sudden attention to my EVERYTHING magnified every sensation in my daily living, from a simple joke that a colleague told to some really humiliating typo that someone committed, much like Coppola's camera exaggerating the nuance of an exotic cosmopolitan by highlighting the interplay of artificial and natural light...... but I digress.
Anyhow, I know this hysteria is growing into an annoyance to people around me, and I'll (have to) try and tone it down somewhat. Hopefully, while becoming less easily provoked, I will not lose the readiness for jollity and excitement. Much like HK women trying to shed 20 pounds without any shrinkage in the size of their breasts...... but, again, I digress. :)
Many people say it's crap because of the absence of a dramatic storyline. Yet I think it's the subtlety, necessitated by its subject matter (the sense of being lost emotionally and physically), that makes the movie a unique cinematic experience.
Whatever. I've been sooo easily agitated these days. Petty little things make me swear aloud and pound hard on a desk. Virtually anything that comes across my path will be greeted with earth-shattering animosity and fury. This abnormality (or is it normal?) is probably a result of the moon cycles. Whatever.
Or, I have another theory. As many of my friends already know, my boyfriend is back in Hong Kong from Beijing. He has just started at a new job and is settling back into this city. We make an effort to hang out almost every day, doing silly but relaxing things like walking my dog, shopping for a new tie, reading togethesr, or even just strolling back and forth between his building and mine. During all these time spent together, we of course talked and exchanged thoughts and laughed and quarrelled. Every little thing can become the center of a discussion, and I guess being in a relationship (for a Libra) means you get to share everything with a mate. Perhaps this sudden attention to my EVERYTHING magnified every sensation in my daily living, from a simple joke that a colleague told to some really humiliating typo that someone committed, much like Coppola's camera exaggerating the nuance of an exotic cosmopolitan by highlighting the interplay of artificial and natural light...... but I digress.
Anyhow, I know this hysteria is growing into an annoyance to people around me, and I'll (have to) try and tone it down somewhat. Hopefully, while becoming less easily provoked, I will not lose the readiness for jollity and excitement. Much like HK women trying to shed 20 pounds without any shrinkage in the size of their breasts...... but, again, I digress. :)
Lotsa TV
I wasted two precious hours of my youth in watching a unbelievably pathetic movie tonight. League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, starring Sean Connery and a bunch of other second tier actors. How could any businessman with half a brain willingly put up so much money into creating such a pointless, bland, uninteresting movie? Just as in investing, learning how to avoid costly and predictable mistakes is half of the secret to success. This movie is a "classic" in the sense that it aptly demonstrates everything that can go wrong in a movie. And it's not even remotely funny (as in being ridiculous), like Deep (Shit) Rising or Battlefield (Scientological) Earth.
On the other hand, I've been watching Yes, Minister, an old (1980 - 1982) TV series by BBC. With just a handful of superb actors and minimal props and settings, the writers of this show painted a painfully accurate picture of modern government with an acidic sense of humour. This is political drama at its very best, British sarcasm at its very fullest.
I've been watching so much TV lately. Perhaps I really need to go out more often. With real people, not just imaginery friends. :/
On the other hand, I've been watching Yes, Minister, an old (1980 - 1982) TV series by BBC. With just a handful of superb actors and minimal props and settings, the writers of this show painted a painfully accurate picture of modern government with an acidic sense of humour. This is political drama at its very best, British sarcasm at its very fullest.
I've been watching so much TV lately. Perhaps I really need to go out more often. With real people, not just imaginery friends. :/
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