Sunday, March 19, 2006
and time, she marches on...
watched be with me. theresa chan's story was particularly saddening-- the old man with the ghost of his wife, cooking food for her; it was just so lovely, and so sad. the fat ugly security guy's story was non-intrusively well-developed, and heartbreaking. when that letter flew away, when the camera zoomed in on his bewildered, helpless, and betrayed expression-- sigh. the two girls/psycho-ex storyline was a total turnoff. i mean, seriously: it's hamfisted, it's cliched, it's not even well-developed or shot in a particularly-novel way-- the clubbing scene was so shit-- and it's not heartwarming or -breaking, just a story about a psycho ex and a horny girl. sheesh. and that kiss? puh-lease. i'm sorry, it was just skin-crawling. the way they lapped at each other's mouths just made me want to hurl. if they didn't look like so damn... hungry, maybe i might have believed it for a few nanoseconds. otherwise: totally fake.
sigh. eric khoo is damn inconsistent. but when he's good, he's fantastic. eating air was excellent. and now i really, really wanna watch meepok man.
+ fictions&fires
7:57 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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