Monday, August 15, 2005
Argh.
Getting really 'sick'.
Digress.
Just got home from watching 'Zombie Dogs'.
An emotion that gathered within me is.... ANGST.
This film left me with no words to describe its atrocity.
Please do not misinterpret what I've just said.
I'm not trying to give the film credit.
It's not like 'Tarnation' watched during SIFF, which is raw, but still reaches the point of contact the director wants with the audience.
Instead I'm discrediting it of all the hype it got.
In a nutshell, it's CRAP.
C-R-A-P, CRAP.
Yes, indeed art is a personal thing.
It all depends on the individual and his so called perception of 'art'.
Well, I can say I belong right below in the ranks for art.
Yes, I am a storyteller filmmaker. A follower of the narrative form.
So kill me for being non-art.
Sometimes I spit in disgust for what is actually forced into my head through my eyes.
I should go put a camera in my room and film myself blogging now and call it art, then send it for sundance or cannes.
Argh, the boiled blood that flow in my vains right now.
Cook an egg on my forehead now please.
Will still go for Cleopatra Wong and Mee Pok Man.
I believe I can take any shit that come my way now as I've found a benchmark.
Zombie Dogs.
Lick the dirt off my feet Toh.
Self indulgent freak.
Am starting to send koobi into hyper mood.
Downloads of software, mp3s, movies, I feel like I'm feeding koobi with loads of nutrition.
Given the state of financial disability now, I don't think I can give koobi cool stuff like a thumbdrive, bluetooth attachment, firewire, or the ever tempting ipod.
I want to pamper koobi!
Put it into full throttle!
Run my white stallion!
(note: a trip to Funan is sinful when broke, like Gramaphone of HMV)
Getting really 'sick'.
Digress.
Just got home from watching 'Zombie Dogs'.
An emotion that gathered within me is.... ANGST.
This film left me with no words to describe its atrocity.
Please do not misinterpret what I've just said.
I'm not trying to give the film credit.
It's not like 'Tarnation' watched during SIFF, which is raw, but still reaches the point of contact the director wants with the audience.
Instead I'm discrediting it of all the hype it got.
In a nutshell, it's CRAP.
C-R-A-P, CRAP.
Yes, indeed art is a personal thing.
It all depends on the individual and his so called perception of 'art'.
Well, I can say I belong right below in the ranks for art.
Yes, I am a storyteller filmmaker. A follower of the narrative form.
So kill me for being non-art.
Sometimes I spit in disgust for what is actually forced into my head through my eyes.
I should go put a camera in my room and film myself blogging now and call it art, then send it for sundance or cannes.
Argh, the boiled blood that flow in my vains right now.
Cook an egg on my forehead now please.
Will still go for Cleopatra Wong and Mee Pok Man.
I believe I can take any shit that come my way now as I've found a benchmark.
Zombie Dogs.
Lick the dirt off my feet Toh.
Self indulgent freak.
Am starting to send koobi into hyper mood.
Downloads of software, mp3s, movies, I feel like I'm feeding koobi with loads of nutrition.
Given the state of financial disability now, I don't think I can give koobi cool stuff like a thumbdrive, bluetooth attachment, firewire, or the ever tempting ipod.
I want to pamper koobi!
Put it into full throttle!
Run my white stallion!
(note: a trip to Funan is sinful when broke, like Gramaphone of HMV)
