Bad news unfold at worryingly dizzying pace, and just like Jeff, there’s little that you can do, really but rant.
There are so little to look forward to even as the year nears its ending days. Not even the upcoming Wolverine movie.
Am definitely not impressed with its all-action, little nuances, trailer despite the tie-in characters’ roll call, which includes Gambit, the Blob, Deadpool and Sabretooth.
Not helping matters is the now-deferred piratisation (Reggie (Sunday Star, Dec 21) Lee’s word, not mine) attempt of the IJN; a blatant show of “we can do whatever we want to” of the rich, the powerful and the connected amongst us.
Rant all you want. Ain’t nothing you can do bout it.
Poor schmuck, Us.
Time will tell if our rants made any difference.
I certainly won’t put much stock in the so-called powers of the “Rakyat’s Voice” – a peculiar phrase politicians would normally use whenever there are justifications to be made.
There were initially some exciting deviations from the mundane in our (meaning, local movie) very first lesbian kiss (Yowza!) as well as the (world’s?) first group nude stalking courtesy of Tayangan Unggul’s Histeria and Reformis (now former ) president Ramlan Abu Bakar respectively.
We know now what happened to both.
I was so looking forward to how Reformis would do their nude stalking thing. A plan so out of this world, really.
Had often wondered if they had the balls for it.
As I said earlier: I’m like L.B. Jeffries these days.
On second thought, James Stewart did have the company of the beautiful Lisa Fremont (played by Grace Kelly).
If only I can go for an Alfred Hitchcock “better known movies” marathon this coming long weekend like they often have in the UK all those years ago.
Should be way better than reading the daily bad news or Rocky Bru’s current fixation with Chin Peng.
Something worth doing over long weekends?