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Monday, February 28, 2005
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My dad went off to Germany, Poland and Sweden for the next week for his work exhibition cum brother visiting. So he's away. And i have the CAR to myself. But i did ask him (stupid me) if i could drive the car to camp which he specifically said 'NO'. Not only specifically but quite firmly. But i could see that he wanted to let me drive but there's this thing about sticking to rules : he ever said that my brother and i could only drive after our license turns a year old. My dad's the typical person who says things that dun leave him with a 'fire exit', he is usually trapped into realising his promises or exercising his self-proclaimed, family-indulged rights even when he thinks they are wrong OR when he is unwilling to do so anymore.
Ok, enough bout that, the main issue is ... the car.
So today i went up to mummy and did my fair share of whining (good lord). Oooh and mum told me that she ever had quite a few disagreements with my dad over this issue during my brothers' probation year because she thinks driving more helps familiarisation, which IS true! A very untypical " Wise mommy. Silly daddy. " situation. So i had the wind blowing from my direction. VERY advantageous. So with a word put in from my cousin, VOILA. I got to drive to town!
And *grin* I'm a notttti boy. I secretly drove to outram to pick jj up after his CD shopping. And we parked at my aunt's place behind paragon (YAY. cheers to free parking in town. I just get such a kick out of saving $3-$5 !! ) Then we went for some shopping for boon's pressie, followed by album/vcd hunting (for Tori's new release and Zhang Yi Mou's "To Live" the movie) and finally : "CLOSER". I'll touch on that in a while. Then! The fun comes, i DROVE to Thomson to fetch boon for a break from his mugging, went off to some corner for prata supper and den fetch jj back to serangoon and den boon back and headed home! WoooooooOOoooo i love using the car. I dun especially LURVE driving. Its jus the convenience and speed that makes it so enjoyable. But i suck at directions. And jj has alot of comments on my parking. *scorn* FOOL. like you will EVER know how hard it is to park your dad's car. tai tai wannabe.
But we had a great/safe time. Its that stage in your life where you start driving your friends out for teh bing and prata supper. man are we growing up.
*snigger snigger* i hope i can sneak off to drive the car round more. But i think the mileage and the drop in petrol might let the cat out of the bag when dad's back. bah. TILL THEN.
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Closer.
The title is completely justified. Don't ask me what its about. That's a toughie. I wouldn't call it Romance, because if this show is NOT anything, its NOT romantic. Its not drama because its so real. Or maybe it should be called 'drama'. for the exact same reason.
Its putting relationships, love and sex under a magnifying glass. In this show, don't expect the plot to branch off into any other department. We're in THIS and we're in it for good. And don't expect supporting cast. You have FOUR leads. And they are probably the only four people in the entire film. No one else you need to remember. What do they work as? Where are they from? What landed them here in this precise moment? You don't need to know all these. They are merely details to serve the sole theme, present but unconsequential and redundant.
I heard alot of gasps from the audience. Alot of 'tsk's. Alot of noises generated from either disbelief or disagreement. I think i can presume that not many couples in THIS cinema agree that this show is brutally accurate. No you won't hear any guy we know around our place demand to know whether his girlfriend had an orgasm when she slept with someone else. No. You can't believe anyone will decide that they didn't love someone anymore after 10 seconds. But in Closer, it happens. And I was undeniably and unexpectedly overwhelmed. There were bits of the show where it hit me so bad i cringed, and it isn't some gory war scene, but a breakup, so real, cutting deep and oh. so. painful. like when HE begged.
You have a film where all the (seemingly) most banal dialogues are carried out, full of " Do you love me ? "s or " Have you ever loved me ? "s. But in this show, they no longer are trite. They finally found rebirth in this movie, after being condemned to merely 'goosebump-inducing' lines, after the rampant overusage in mediocre love stories. I hear and I think. And as all these talk (yes, the movie is filled with only talk. another conversation movie) piles up, you do not get exhausted or weary but you begin to glimpse into the truth behind so many relationships.
I will not judge love and i shall not comment but if i do, you can tell its probably something cynical.
We go for a whopping ride and we all end up somewhere. Some of us merely walked a big circle and returned to where we came from. Some of us are somewhere new, WITH someone new. And all those shoutings and yellings, those 'i love you's, the sex, the lust, the love , they all seem so made-up. And in fact, you did conjure it up yourself. That little drama you had was entirely created by : you. Each choice, each detail was yours, each kiss, each round of sex was yours. And at the end of the day, you merely played in your own game in your own life.
Don't be quick to reject the absurdities in the movie.
Don't be quick to judge them as absurdities.
And even if you didn't like the story, you would love the visual spread they have. Julia Roberts? Jude Law? Natalie Portman? Especially Natalie Portman. She is simply GORGEOUS. Absolutely delightful to watch. And the acting was 2 thumbs up. Nothing like good ol' GOOD acting. It takes conventional scenes to tell who's the acting guru.
And if all else fails, there's Damien Rice's "A Blower's Daughter" which starts and ends the movie in such haunting melancholy.
All in all : 4/5
i'm getting the vcd.
"i'm glad i'm out."
- from "I'll Never Fall in Love Again"
shocked? you are closer.
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Oh wow. if lemony really isn't good then i'll trade it in for The Woodsman with Kevin Bacon.
I've got to watch Sideways too.
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