Archive for March, 2008

March 4, 2008

bitter memories : classroom duty incident

People always say, that there are 2 things you cannot avoid in your adult life – tax and advertisements. But for a high school student, it has got to be the ‘classroom duty’. No I’m not referring ‘duty’ as in ‘your duty to fucking finish your high school and not be a yokel’. But ‘classroom duty’ as in, the janitorial work that your kiddy ass exploited to do by your corrupted school board in their bid to save some maintenance cost. You know, sweep the floor, dust the fucking blackboard and stuff? Yep. Back during my time (I am not sure if people are still doing that today), everyone had to take turn to clean up the mess after class – well unless if you’re a cripple or a biological retard.

The classroom duty was always a fun thing for me and my buddies. I’m not implying that we LIKED to do janitorial work, but more like having the propensity to make the most out of each job. We’d give half assed effort for it and spend the rest of the period romping around. You know, like engaging in broom fights… duster fights… duster soccer… duster juggling (there were a thousand and one cool stuff that we could do with a duster, besides dusting the stupid blackboard) and sometimes, illegal activities like swapping defective desks to adjacent classes. Such were our activities, fully utilized to our juvenile amusement.

One day, we overdid it. I overdid it. I don’t quite remember what was the theme and who was there with me that day but, I was having a blast. Towards the end of the duty, right before we were about to wrap up and lock the classroom, I did a final stunt called ‘the basketball chair’ maneuver. The ‘basketball chair’ maneuver, as the name implies, is played like a basketball… except that there is no ball nor basket involved. You use a fucking chair. Here’s how it works – you throw a chair from a distance away towards another chair, so that it lands upright and stacks up on one another. Requires a little bit of skill to pull a stunt like that but, if you can master it, you’d save a lot of work stacking up chairs.

That day, I was pulling a feat that none of my friends had ever done before (well, that’s probably because they’re not as such a dumbass as I was…). I was trying to do the basketball chair thing at the full length of the class. That is – from the front of the classroom, right to the back of it. That’s like the equivalent of a full court shot in a real basketball game. I don’t know what was I thinking but, it seemed like a neat idea back then.

I can still remember, the chair I was holding was one of those ubiquitous old skool rusty steel chair (that always fucking stain our white uniforms). That thing was heavy, about a few kilograms. I lifted it up with little regards, took a careful aim and flung it with all my might. The chair took flight across the classroom, landed about half a foot short of the target and fell sideways, resulting a din of metal crashing against the cement floor, which I reckoned was loud enough to be heard across the building block. On any other normal day, this would had been a really trivial thing to happen. But that day, was not an ‘any other normal day’. It was the day the planets were not in alignment to my chi, and the cosmic energy was incongruent with my spirit, which thoroughly fucked up my chakra. After the explosion of sound, I noticed a white object towering above me from behind… which prompted me to turn back and look up, and saw my 6 feet something school principal – the formidable Brother Casimir Hannon… and that was when I realized that my fate was in jeopardy there…

(to be continued…)

michaelooi  | escapades  | 14 Comments
March 2, 2008

“No Country for Old Men” (2007)

Four Oscars. That’s how many awards this flick grabbed at the 80th Academy Awards. Best director, best adapted screenplay, best picture and best supporting actor. Must be one heck of a good movie to be able to pull a feat like that, I thought. But it fell a little bit short of that in my opinion. It was just ok for me. Above average but, not really excellent. I’m gonna put what I think in point form…

– storyline
20 minutes through the flick, I could already guess what to expect for the remaining of the 2 hours. A hunter discovers an aftermath of a drug deal gone wrong, absconds with the money and a bunch of baddies (assassins) go after him. Adventure ensues. You know, not enough surprises. That was sort of a let down for me. After watching the likes like “He Was A Quiet Man“, I know how surprises and unpredictability can do to enhance the experience. I felt that the plot’s too simple and linear – but then, this is an adaptation of a novel so, it’s already not much of a plot to begin with.

– cast and characters
good and bad, but it was alright for me generally. I don’t fucking know what significance does that Sheriff (Tommy Lee Jones) character has in the movie apart from being a narrator and a confusing old fart that talks a lot of shit with an unconvincing accent. That was the down side.
The good side, has got to be the character of that main villain named Anton Chigurh (an assassin that was sent by a drug buyer to retrieve the missing/stolen money). You see the guy running in the poster there? He is skedaddling away from this crazy fuck. Chigurh was such a fucking badass in the flick. Has a very odd looking hairstyle that paints a false impression of douchebaggery but don’t let that fool you. Underneath that disguise of unforgivable look, he’s a cold blooded psycho that would kill anyone or anything he doesn’t like at all. Drug pushers, cops, assassins, innocent motorists, etc – he’d kill anything, even the person who hired him. No motive, just kill. Can’t get enough of him. This guy is fucking awesome. They should make a separate movie about him…

chigurh: “do you see me?”
(The actor who played Chigurh got the Best Supporting Actor)

– actions and effects
Lots of them, and they’re all very nice. Loved the gore, the blood, the gunshots. There’s a part where Chigurl had to dress his own gunshot wound from a shotgun (or was it a hollow point wound?) which I think is splendid (and he did it without a flinch – unlike that fucking sissy Rambo who squealed like a 6 year old getting an enema). Fair share of animal cruelty too – a few dead dogs (one was shown getting shot) and an intention to kill a bird (which I think was funny). There’s nothing more I could have asked for (though I’d advise to skip any part with Tommy Lee Jones in it – which I think most of them are redundant and out of place at times).

Over and all, I’d like to think of it as a serial killing plus action kind of hybrid flick. It’s all about Chigurh ruining people’s shit wherever he goes… and nobody can fuck around with him, right till the end of the story. It is all good for me except Tommy Lee Jones’ redundant parts and the unbelievably fucked up ending – which brought injustice to the quality of the whole plot, like a deck of cards.

This worths 7 out of 10 in my scale of awesomeness, but fell short of a Picture of The Year trophy… in my humble opinion.

michaelooi  | movie reviews  | 4 Comments