The one thing that stuck with me when I left the cinema wasn’t the dazzling shots of Singapore (which turned out to be Malaysia), the acting of shockingly first-time film star Henry Golding as the Old Money Nick Young, or even the surprisingly catchy Chinese pop songs that had me googling the soundtrack. It was one line from the protagonist’s mother, spoken in fluent Mandarin (but subtitled for us): You look Chinese. You speak Chinese. But here, you’re different.
The film The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, based on James Thurber’s short story in the 1939 The New Yorker. Ben Stiller plays the main character, Walter, a photo editor at Life magazine responsible for historic photos, who loses a very important and the crucial shot and has to treck, fly, jump and swim around the world chasing its photographer. Great movie to watch.
The best high school movies to relive your glory days, or pretend you had them, or just help you forget that exams are impending…
It would be fair to say that many people, myself included, who entered the cinema to see August:Osage County were anticipating a poignant family comedy. A reasonable assumption, as the comedic elements of the film have been played up in the film’s trailer and promotion. Yet this is misleading. While the film does deliver with its humour, it is primarily a heavy and even bleak examination of a dysfunctional family.
The first Oscar ceremony I ever watched was in 2003 when I was 10 years old. Billy Crystal was the host and Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King was the big winner that year. Even at that age, I was in love with films for reasons other than they were entertainment. Films were, and are, for me an escape but at the same time taught me so much about life. Before people wind up in a diabetic coma from sentiment-overload, I’ll simply say that the Academy Awards are a momentous thing for a film lover like myself. Every year I stay up until the early hours of the morning watching the ceremony being broadcast live from Hollywood and frankly, it’s as thrilling as Christmas is for me. Also, much like Christmas, each year I become more aware of the tacky and superficial aspects of the event…but it still doesn’t stop me from enjoying it. Because if you can look past the self-aggrandizing presenters, questionable hosts (I think we all know who I mean) and backstage bribery, it’s this incredible event where countless renowned names in the world of film come together and celebrate the art form. If this was Oscar speech, now’s about the time they’d begin playing the music, so without further delay, here are my predictions for the eight most competitive categories.
If you must watch something gooey this weekend, at least make it a good film. And if you need to watch something confirming your absolute hatred of the opposite sex and relationships in general, well the latter bunch should help you out.
101 Dalmatians, 1961