Hello! I’m trying to pass the next 15 min, cos if I leave my crib at 6 and catch the 615 tram, the ticket would last me the whole night as oppose to the usual 2 hours.
In short, I’m being late on purpose to be stingy! HA! XIN JIA POR REN style! don’t pray ah! a few cents is oso marnee! n sa-mor the fare here is not jus a few cents, is a few dollars!
Speaking of which, I am proud of my friend, Mr Gang Shag for making a really awesome film.
http://civiclife.sg/competition-filmdetails.php?id=88
When I first watched it, I laughed my ass off. Criticism first, for sure the voiceover could be recorded properly, because right now it’s pretty shit. Criticisms aside, this film is amazing, but I’ll tell you why in a sec. And, in his defense on the issue of it being out of sync, it is not. I can understand why some would pick up on that, because when Kang mentions carpark, we don’t see the carpark till the silence after. Thing is, if someone says carpark and you see a carpark, it would be pretty lame isn’t it? I’m sure the audiences are smart enough to mutli-task in understanding the different audio and visual tracks running at the same time. This is call Phylem Poetraye. Getit in yo head!
Ok, here’s why this film a genius. On a personal level, it’s moving. Grandparents, mum, dad and child. Lurrrve! But on a subtextual level, this is a film commenting on the local landscape of Singapore! This man right here, is calling out in silence desperation – save our childhood! Save the enivornment we grew up in. What really moved me was the last image of the market. Closed. The film, in whole, was made with photographs. Evidently, here we are presented with the past, and together with the voiceover, we are reflecting from the future of technology. Bam! Contrast! Juxaposition! (haha! take that film critics! I know big words too) A cry out for change to stop change! To take a moment and enjoy the singapore architecture of before and to put a halt to the ever growing cosmopolitan landscape.
I have never seen a local student film made with honesty, heart and simplicity like TKS’ Remember. The big budget films from FSV can kick ma black ass goodbye, cos they suck. Yeyyyyy!
