Do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it now
Do it, do it, do it now
Say something, I’m giving up on you.
It has been a week since I caught this much hyped about local film in the cinema. The film received a 15-minute standing ovation, and also won the coveted Camera d’Or prize at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival.
So yes, I was expecting it to be good. But what I didn’t expect was for it to resonate so much that I couldn’t stop thinking about it ever since catching it. I’ve been reading articles & reviews, watching interviews, and looking more into the works of Anthony Chen.
Having studied the films of Eric Khoo and Royston Tan back in university, this was such a breath of fresh air. This is not to take anything away from the two directors. But it seemed that their work featured a lot more drama and relied on controversial storylines in order to make their mark.
In comparison, Ilo Ilo was so real, so relatable, so “a day in the life of”. The subtlety and nuances behind the characterization was amazing to watch. Anthony only dropped hints and slowly revealed bits & pieces of their lives, thus allowing a gradual build of layers of his characters.
The movie also portrayed an interesting snapshot of Singapore in the ’90s, depicting how the Asian Financial Crisis had impacted lots of families and their way of living.
From an interview with Anthony that I watched, I couldn’t have said it better myself:
“I’m less interested in plot. I’m less interested in dramatic twists, or huge turning points for the sake of creating drama. I’m more interested in characters. So for me, it is always character-driven. It is always focused on characters more than on plot. The characters - some of the nuances, the events…”
If this is only his first feature film, I can’t wait to see what else he will have in-store.
I’ve been listening to this band for years.
But just in the past month, the lyrics of all their tracks are really hitting raw spots & getting to me. I’m actually tearing up watching one of their concert sets on youtube (not that the falling rain outside is helping).
Sometimes I think my life has been moving slow, in that sense.
“Once our father bought a convertible. Don’t ask me. I was five. He bought it and drove it home as casually as he’d bring a gallon of rocky road. Picture our mother’s surprise. She kept rubber bands on the doorknobs. She washed old plastic bags and hung them on the line to dry, a string of thrift tame jellyfish floating in the sun. Imagine her scrubbing the cheese smell out of a plastic bag on its third or fourth go-round when our father pulls up in a Chevy convertible, used but nonetheless - a moving metal landscape, chrome bumpers and what looks like acres of molded silver car-flesh. He saw it parked downtown with a For Sale sign and decided to be the kind of man who buys a car on a whim. We can see as he pulls up that the manic joy has started to fade for him. The car is already an embarrassment. He cruises into the driveway with a frozen smile that matches the Chevy’s grille.
Of course the car has to go. Our mother never sets foot. My older brother Carlton and I get taken for one drive. Carlton is ecstatic. I am skeptical. If our father would buy a car on a street corner, what else might he do? Who does this make him? ”
- Michael Cunningham - A Home at the End of the World