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Watched The finalist at De Substation with Jerry and Nix today. Besides the bad hard seats that made my ass cracked, the film was actually nice. And that was a huge swarm of eye candies around for you to eye on (that's if you are gay). Haha. Anyway, the film was quite an eye opening.
Keluar Baris, Boo Junfeng's segment was first on the list. "Fall out" was actually the English translation for Keluar Baris. And the segment portrayed a 18 years old guy who returns home from his studies in Europe two days before he is enlisted into the army. This story is about his personal struggle between national duties and personal liberty. Perhaps I expected alot more from Boo, this film was rather disappointing. No emotions, no fanciful scenes. I guess “ultimate sianz-ness” is what the director was trying to convey.
Wet Seasons by Michael Tay coming up next was rather refreshing. Wet Seasons is a tribute to Michael’s father who passed away six years ago, and is told in a combination of live-action and stop-motion animation. Instead of going it through the hard way of lots of emotions, sorrow and dejection, this film linked the father and son together with the idea of how men are linked to their right hand (or left for some) - yeah, it's masturbation (if you are thinking real hard now). It symbolized how different were they in thoughts, and yet there is sure to be some similarities somewhere, somehow. The emphasis on "they never masturbate together" indicated how distant they were. If they could masturbate together before then old man died, things might be different. I guess here sounds abit exotic, coz no one in the hell would want to masturbate with their daddies (for me at least). Haha, but I guess the director was just trying to convey the message that if both the son and dad opened their heart to one another, perhaps things will be different. Isn’t this what all of us are going through with our folks? I like this segment. It keeps me smiling.
Para Asia (For Asia) by Fran Borgia caught some hot tears of mine. Is so simple and sad of how can one young man came to terms with the death of his beloved wife, as we followed him as he finds his ways to keep the memories alive. The whole film was in black and white as the man misses his wife, and colors only appeared when the man managed to make a film out of his wife using old photos. Like what the film said at the end, “do not live in the past, when the past is not ending yet.”
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Keluar Baris, Boo Junfeng's segment was first on the list. "Fall out" was actually the English translation for Keluar Baris. And the segment portrayed a 18 years old guy who returns home from his studies in Europe two days before he is enlisted into the army. This story is about his personal struggle between national duties and personal liberty. Perhaps I expected alot more from Boo, this film was rather disappointing. No emotions, no fanciful scenes. I guess “ultimate sianz-ness” is what the director was trying to convey.
Wet Seasons by Michael Tay coming up next was rather refreshing. Wet Seasons is a tribute to Michael’s father who passed away six years ago, and is told in a combination of live-action and stop-motion animation. Instead of going it through the hard way of lots of emotions, sorrow and dejection, this film linked the father and son together with the idea of how men are linked to their right hand (or left for some) - yeah, it's masturbation (if you are thinking real hard now). It symbolized how different were they in thoughts, and yet there is sure to be some similarities somewhere, somehow. The emphasis on "they never masturbate together" indicated how distant they were. If they could masturbate together before then old man died, things might be different. I guess here sounds abit exotic, coz no one in the hell would want to masturbate with their daddies (for me at least). Haha, but I guess the director was just trying to convey the message that if both the son and dad opened their heart to one another, perhaps things will be different. Isn’t this what all of us are going through with our folks? I like this segment. It keeps me smiling.
Para Asia (For Asia) by Fran Borgia caught some hot tears of mine. Is so simple and sad of how can one young man came to terms with the death of his beloved wife, as we followed him as he finds his ways to keep the memories alive. The whole film was in black and white as the man misses his wife, and colors only appeared when the man managed to make a film out of his wife using old photos. Like what the film said at the end, “do not live in the past, when the past is not ending yet.”The rest includes:
Love Me, Love My Dogs by Lincoln Chia Zhicheng – The film is about this transsexual and her obsessions with dogs. It portrays how one can get possessed with something.
My Home, My Heaven by a talented student by a Ngee ann polytechnic student. Ahmad, a juvenile delinquent, is released from his time in a Boy’s Home. After his return home, Ahmad finds himself at crossroads again despite his efforts to redeem himself from the past.
Kallang Roar by Cheng Ding - The last hope for Singapore football is in the hands of the uncontrollable eccentric genius Singapore coach, Uncle Choo. The tumultuous relationship between Football Association Chairman, Mr Ganesan and Uncle Choo is further tested as they both fight passionately to restore the Kallang roar in 1977.
Silent Girls by Ric Aw. - Two 16-year-old girls get lost in the strange world of love, sex and the internet. Damn it, it really focus on how stupid some young girls are, and how bastard some guys are!!! Support local film!
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