Saturday, November 15, 2014

{M3} Rainbows are circles.

[This review contain spoilers for both the book and the film, please proceed at your own risk. If you haven't already watch the film, then please do. If you haven't read the book, then please do so. Also, this review will focus more on the film and it's cinematic effects, but the plots will also be mentioned as well. I got into a habit of not giving a proper title to my reviews, but you'll know soon enough what its all about. There would be no screen caps since the movie is still in theatres. Critical analysis of this movie will be out as soon as the DVD is out because there are aspects I would like to add to this review, aspects like how the romance plays out in the story, and a more in-depth analysis of characters and conventions. This, of course, will be right after The Guardians of the Galaxy.]

PS: Lily Collins is so pretty in this movie. The two main reasons why I went to watch this film even in the mist of projects and exams are because;
1. Lily Collins
2. Someone very special to me gave me this book as a souvenir from his trip to London long before it was made into a film. I remember finishing the book in 2 days, but spent the rest of the week sobbing in the corner of my room.

Excuse the grammatical mistakes, or any spelling mistakes, or just mistakes in the content. I was in a hurry to get everything down before memories start drifting away. I am a very forgetful person, and this has to change as soon as possible.

I've tried my best not to start my reviews off with a little, spoiler-free, synopsis and some little facts about the cast and crew. However, I think I've failed, miserably. I will not mention how sad the film was for me, because I believe the dolefulness cannot be measured, and is different from one another. Some might not think it's sad. Some might think it's sweet. Some might cry their heart out. Some might call it stupid. Films are personal preferences, and one should not judge another's preference based on their own preference. It was painful, but I walked out the cinema smiling. Maybe I've become attracted to sad love stories that gave me heartaches, but would also gave me warmth.




"Love, Rosie" starring Lily Collins and Sam Claflin
Directed by Christian Ditter



"Love, Rosie" is a film based on a novel "Where Rainbows End" by Cecelia Ahern which was published in 2004. The story is, basically, about two best friends, Alex and Rosie, falling for one another over and over again. It sounded simple enough to be just another chic-flick you take your girlfriend to watch on weekends. Do not let the simplicity of the plot fool you.

The way the story was told in the book was by letters, and then text messages, then came the internet and IMs and E-mails. It started off with Rosie inviting Alex to her 7th birthday party via a written letter. The use of letters had an effect on the story, not only because it's rare to have a book written completely in letters, but it creates an effect of ambiguity. What the reader knows is what was written by the characters. What they wrote may not exactly be what they were thinking at the time. They might have some other hidden thoughts or agendas, the ones that cannot be written. However, by using written messages as the main medium of communication all throughout the story shows that, no matter how far away they are physically, they will always think of one another first, and keeping in touch with each other is their priority.

As the adaptation goes, things has to be changed in order to suit the film's intention and its market. Some effects would work perfectly fine in books, but would look bloody ridiculous on screen. (The word 'bloody' was inserted there as a joke, but you'll fine out why later.) This is one of those examples. As stated above, the book was written purely as letters and E-mails without any dialogues, but that wouldn't work on screen. Imagine going into the theatre just to watch two characters reading letters in voice-overs. This film is a story 'based on' a book by Cecilia Ahern, and was told in a non linear narrative with some flashbacks into their past. It wouldn't be fair to judge this film according to the book because they are two different medias, and that both of them served it's purpose. The book gave us nostalgic feelings, and a little ambiguity for us to prey that the two get back together in the end. On the other hand, the film gave out the same vibe as other romantic love stories, just more melancholy and more painful to watch. The film served the book's purpose of telling a story of two best friends finding their way back to each other after thinking it was too late to be realising that they are completely in love with their childhood friend. Another major change in the film was the age they finally reunited. They were in their thirties in the film, but they were in their fifties in the book, which was even more heartbreaking. They spent most of their lives being with someone else, even when they knew there will never be anyone else for them other than each other. How misunderstandings could lead to a life time of misery.

Moving on to the cinematography of the film, the use of the vintage filter made it more nostalgic in a way that people would want to go back and hug their childhood friends. The majority of the film was in a warm tone, yet when they were in Boston, everything became cold and dark. The differences between Dublin and Boston were shown clearly in the film. Scenes in Dublin were mostly shot in warmer tone than scenes in Boston. Apart from the filter and the tones, the use of film grains emphasised the fact that they -the production crew- tries to create a nostalgic effect because we relate grained film with the old days. The scenes were also more grained in Dublin than in Boston.

There are not as many love scenes between Alex and Rosie since they spent most of their time apart, or was trying to figure their life out. However, overtime they kiss, the camera suddenly zoom into their lips in an extreme close up shot. This shows intimacy between the two of them, narrowing the audiences' attention to the hesitation they shared. This shot only occur when Alex and Rosie were about to kiss each other, and not when they kiss someone else. Moreover, when Rosie was crying after she've found out that she was pregnant, the camera zoomed into her face but is not stabilised. It felt as if the director was shaking the camera up and down on purpose, which made the scene not too still and more realistic. There are several long shots during the film which reveals the scenery of the town there were in and the roof top of Rosie's new place. Also, at the very end where the camera pan out of Rosie's hotel room and to the over landscape of the place. Not just the plot was beautiful, the cinematography was also beautiful. What I like the most is the way there were voice-overs before the scene shifted to the character who was talking. It hooked the montage together, linking it into one.

No films would be a 100 percent perfect (except for films that were made by Joss Whedon, purely because I am a part of the Whedonverse and that anything Joss does will be perfect.), and there are some aspects that obstructed the flow of the story. First of all, the way they tried to exaggerate their British accent gave me a headache. Don't get me wrong, I love listening to people with British Accent. Still, by adding the word 'bloody' in the middle of a sentence does not make it British. Besides, only the two main characters seems to be having the accent, where others speak normal English, even their friends from the same school, or Rosie's mother. I am well aware of the fact that Rosie and Alex were from Dublin, but that does not make it alright for just the two of them to be having a distinguish British accent. Further more, Rosie and Alex were supposed to age. Rosie looks like she was 18 since she was 18, until she was in her thirties, and so is Alex. There are make ups that would make actors look older than their age, or even younger. It was just strange watching a film where the characters were supposed to age, but they look exactly the same.

Let's talk about the title of the book for the last paragraph. For the title of the review, I wanted to point out the fact that rainbows are circles, and the end is also the beginning. The story's main problem started off before the school dance, which may be the reason why Alex came back -after all these years- to ask Rosie to go on a dance with him. Imagine a rainbow. Rainbows don't end. There would be no rainbows without any rainstorm, right?


Monday, November 03, 2014

{009}; Welcome to Young Adult-hood.




Welcome to (Young) Adult-hood, my friend.
Since around the year of 2010,
I got bored and decided I should do something for the people of the K-pop fandom.
I've decided to join the 'Code:M1' team in moderating the forum.
Code:M1 was a community forum dedicated to SM Entertainment's new boyband, who was still preparing for their debut back in 2010 under the codename M1 and M2.
I thought my favourite SMent trainee was debuting with this group, so I joined the team.
I was welcomed warmly by most of the members, even though I couldn't remember all of them since it was four years ago. I've made new friends, and met some very famous people whom I used to admire, and stalk, from my little corner in the big twitter world.

One of them is the girl who's turning 20 today.
Her name is Shi-yi, and she is from the cave.

Since 2010, we've become friends, and then best friends, but lets not be more than best friends. Shi-yi, with her 16k followers in twitter, turns out to be this communication arts student in ABAC.
We became close, and then she moved back to her cave in an isolated island.

Let me tell you something about Shi-yi.
She's turning 20 years old today, but she was more mature than myself, who is 21 years old.
She used to live in Thailand, but Bangkok couldn't handle her, so she moved back to her cave where she spent the whole day starring at her iStone. After her mother (Nin-Hao, mama *^*/) realised that her cave is getting too small for her, she moved Shi-yi to Singapore in which Shi-yi decided to pursue her dream is an Art student.
After a year in Singapore, (which is ONLY 2 hours from Bangkok, but she'd never visited me, not even once. So much for the friendship, bitch) Shi-yi became a fashion photographer working for her friends and their #ootd on Instagram. She was also a filmmaker, but most of her films were experimental, and are locked away in her computer.
I visited her once in Singapore when I got so bored of Bangkok and its situation. (much fucked up, very traffic, so freedom. WOW) I was in Singapore for the weekend, and I told her I was going there a month prior my arrival. She picked me and my family up at the airport and persuaded us to take the train to the hotel instead of the cab. We walked. We took the airport railway. We walked some more. We took the subway/Metro/Underground train or whatever. We walked a lot more. We reached the hotel with two large suitcases. Right after we settled in our hotel in the middle of Orchard shopping area, Shi-yi disappeared.
I was in Singapore for three days and I got to see Shi-yi for like 5 hours. Much friendship, dude.
Not to mention the fact that when I was in Korea, You told me Howie was in Thailand. You've ruined my chance of meeting Howie. When I got my place in a UK university for masters, I'm getting a tattoo of his artwork, and NOT YOURS. Howie's number 23 fan.

Anyway,
Shi-yi is now in Taiwan, working for a Korean tourism thingy.
And she is turning 20 in two hours (ICT/GMT+7) so I think it's time for her to say good bye to teenage life, although nothing's gonna change, really.
Everything will be exactly the same.
It's not your age that changes you, it's what you do each day that makes your experience grow.

As a friend, I wanted to wish you a very happy birthday.
I might now be able to Skype with you tonight, or even tomorrow night, due to amount of work I've been procrastinating for so long, and the places I have to go tomorrow. I would also like to thank you on your advise about my future goals, and how you ditched me so many times. I would also love to point out the fact that I am used to you ditching me, and it's ok because fuck you.
I love you.
And I hope everything in your life is OKAY.

I love the fact that our demons play well with each other.



For those who wanted to know who this cave-woman really is.
these links below are her social medias:
- Blog

PS: You still owe me a new blog theme,
love xx





Sunday, September 21, 2014

{T02:BKK} Bright Lights, Big City .. I live to run.





"I sometimes forget to appreciate how beautiful this city is 
because I was too busy rushing through the day."


The thought went through my head while I was gazing out the sky train window, absorbing the view of the red and orange sunset. When was the last time I took the sky train home? A year, maybe?
I like my personal space. I don't like getting too close to people. The train were jam-packed with people, even outside rush hours. I hate standing too close to people, I hate having physical contact with people in public, even with the ones I know, let alone strangers.

Living in the metropolis allows us to be anything, or become anyone. We can totally be ourselves, or that we think we are being ourselves. The urban allows us to construct, and expose, our identity in every way possible. We can be anything, we can be unique, but we will always be the same. Contradicting, isn't it? How hard we are trying to be unique, yet we would end up being the same. We are made and tempered in the same block, bending into the same shape by the society. There is no standing out in a community where everyone is already standing out, and there is no point in standing out when no one would be there to watch you. It's a paradoxical place we are living.
I was also told that people who romanticises small town life are the ones who didn't grow up in small towns. I grew up in the capital of this country, accustomed by the blasé attitude of the people around me as they rush through their days. I would love to try living in a small town for a change.

Since I got back from my trips to Singapore and Seoul, I didn't quite enjoy my life in this city. I wanted to go back to Seoul, and maybe live there for a while. Singapore was more crowed, but I feel safer than living here. In both Seoul and Singapore, I can roam around the streets at night because there will always be people, and it wouldn't feel as scary as it feels during the day time in this city. I've always wanted to leave this place behind and live somewhere else, somewhere safe and less sexist. Women are viewed as a sexual object in this country, and this ideology runs too deep for time to take it out of people's system. Boys weren't taught to respect women. Girls, on the other hand, were  taught to wear "proper clothing" and avoid exposing any skin for boys might get thirsty and rape them. If they got raped, everyone would victimise the woman and conclude case by saying it's because the woman revealed too much skin because people were interpillated that way since they were little. Our culture's classical literatures would slut-shame women for being with more than one man, but idolise men for getting more than one girl. If the girl is raped, she became less than nothing, and no one would want her anymore, even her parents. Our soap operas encouraged this, and is the prime ISA for this ideology. It's a sad culture we are living in where this became the norm, and people are alright with it.

It wasn't that surprising, knowing that other countries nicknamed this city the capital city of sin. We are famous for those kinds of thing. I got asked quite a lot if I was actually a ladyboy, or that I would sleep with anyone if they paid me enough. For further reference, my answer will be NO to both of the questions. Just because the city has this reputation doesn't mean everyone in the city has to be like that. A city is a place where people gather together and settled for a settlement. Although we shared similar qualities, not all of us have the same traits, or preferences. Clearly you haven't been to all the parts of this city, and clearly you weren't that interested in the brighter side. In that case, it tells people more about you than the reputation people from this city carried on their shoulders.
If you come to Bangkok for sexual pleasure, that's fine. If you think every women in Bangkok, or from Bangkok, are either prostitutes or ladyboys, then maybe you should stop watching porn and start living a little.

I think every city is fucked up in its own way,
some are just more fucked up than others.

There is nothing wrong with the city. The city is fine, just like any other big cities. People passing by without stoping to look around them. Rushing throughout the day from the minute their feet touch the ground to the minute they jump back into their beds. Reading to this point, you might think I loath the city. That's not completely true. There are aspects in this city I cannot bare, and there are some sides to this place that I know I would miss when I leave for another city.

Love the city you are in, leave as often as you can in order to miss it when you return.

A few days ago, I started this board on Pinterest called 'My side of Bangkok' where I will be posting pictures of things I see during my daily life in the city. I wanted to boost the good reputation of the city up a bit. There are places yet to be explored by tourists. I've taken a few pictures, but I've only posted one so far. I grew up here, and it would be a shame if people only see the filthy side of it. It's also sad to see all the good reputation that's left for the country being destroyed by an opinion of one ignorant, and sexist, man.

I wouldn't call Bangkok "My city" just because I grew up here. I wouldn't call Thailand "My country" just because my passport says my nationality is Thai. By saying something is mine, it would means that I own the place. Technically speaking, the people here didn't even own the country. The level of patriotism in this country is getting higher and higher every second. We are this close into becoming a nationalist group of intellectuals under the control of the hegemony. To add to that, by saying "our country" indicates that we exist purely depending on them, as in other countries. Ours and theirs. Which is true, no country can exist on their own, even the USA. It's a globalised world, people of one nation is the people of the global nation. Boarders between countries are blurred. Regardless of the different races, we are all people, and we are all the population of the word. If people could stop using "the nation" and "for the nation" as all the reason to persuade people, the world would be a better place.

The island of angels. Bangkok is, to an extent, an island surrounded by the river. In Thai, we call the capital "กรุงเทพฯ" meaning the city of angels. Since the name City of Angels are already been used in LA, we can differ it to the Island of Angels. Do you know that the full name of Los Angeles was "El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles del Río de Porciúncula" which is a spanish sentence that means 'The town of our lady the queen of the angels of the river Porciúncula'. Bangkok, or 'Krung-thep' according to the native language, has it's full name as well. The name was so long, we have to abbreviate it to just "Krung-Thep" or "Krung-Thep Maha-Nakorn" (Bangkok Metropolis).
Strangely enough, I can remember all the 65 syllables of the name of Bangkok. It's even longer than the longest word in the English Language, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I regret nothing.

Lastly, I would like everyone to stop rushing and look around, absorb everything around you. Feel the air, the pollution, the music from the earphone of the person standing next to you on the crowed train. Look around, at the yellow trees, the traffic jam, the mobile screen of someone sitting beside you in a restaurant. Stop rushing. Slow down.

Those who romanticise urban life are those who are not accustomed to the life of urban people.