The World According to Ploy

July 25, 2010

Inception, or: Reality is what you believe in.

Filed under: Movie Reviews — by Ploy @ 4:41 pm

My seventh grade math teacher, Mr. Davis, once started class by talking about paradoxes. One of the ones he told us was that this world might be a dream, and when we sleep, we might be transported back to our ‘real’ lives. I’ve always thought it was a cool concept, and since that day, every time I dream, I enjoy it. I’ve had dreams about aliens, skydiving, and whatnot, and, well, I must admit that there’s a part of me that holds it in my heart that I ‘truly’ experienced it.

Anyways, so I was really excited about watching Inception. I’d already heard from my friends that the ending was a bit weird, and I’d accidentally spotted a spoiler on the ending, so I must admit it wasn’t actually a surprise. But this is not about the ending, now, is it. I’m not writing a review today, but rather, how to watch it.

(I won’t bother doing a synopsis. While it isn’t impossible, it is very difficult, to summarize Inception!)

There are many more dream layers in Inception than in a millefeuille, and if you don’t keep track of them well enough, you will definitely get lost. This is not a no-brainer, action-packed summer blockbuster…Inception is a movie that requires you to be concious (no pun intended) for 142 minutes. It doesn’t necessary need you to think and dissect everything right then and there, but it would be much helpful to keep track of what’s going on – and whose subconcious they are going into – because, trust me, once the credits roll, you’ll be wanting to discuss it.

Also, pay attention to the details in the movie, i.e. the ‘totems’ used by each character, the recurring flashbacks. They will all be useful in analyzing the movie.

You could search for many interpretations of Inception, but here’s mine. Out of respect, the text is in white, so if you want to see it, please highlight the following: There is actually a reality. Not all of it is a dream. Reailty occurs in the shinkansen train bound for Kyoto, Mombasa, and the plane. I interprety it this way because, otherwise it’d be too cruel for Cobb and the others – I just want the characters to succeed in their job and go back to their lives, and, most of all, I want Cobb to have his redemption. I think that in the end, the people who definitely ‘escaped’ are Eames, Ariadne, Arthurt, Fischer, and Yusuf. Whether Saito and Cobb escaped, I don’t know. On one hand I’m leaning towards Saito and Cobb remaining in coma – Saito never killing himself to get him out of limbo, and Cobb somehow sinking further past limbo and constructed a life with his children and his father; on the other hand, I’m leaning towards Cobb successfully pulling Saito out (further redeeming himself), and the spinning top at the end, which was wobbling, finally did topple over. But maybe that is the symbolism of that wobbling, spinning top, that you actually never know if it is a dream or a reality…but Cobb was happy and smiling in it, and he now had his children and was reconciled with his family. Maybe that is what he wants more than the ability to distinguish reality from a dream. Maybe, at the end, he has realized that reality is only what you believe in. [End of interpretation and spoilers]

If you want a refreshing, thought-provoking, philosophical movie, go watch Inception, you won’t regret it. It’s packed with enough action to kep you thrilled, and there are some light-hearted moments in the movie. But it is confusing, if you don’t keep track of it well enough. I have warned you, not it is your decision!


March 21, 2010

Pack Your Bags

Filed under: Uncategorized — by Ploy @ 10:51 pm

I wish I could do this with pictures, but I am too lazy to gather up the things. Maybe next time.

Anyways, I wish I could jump on a plane right now and fly off to somewhere. Wait, not even a plane. Going to Villa Maroc (Pranburi-Hua Hin, in Thailand) would suffice.

This is a list of what I would pack:

1) A few t-shirts from the Gap. I’m so happy the Gap finally has a store in Bangkok. I’ve been going crazy over their oversized ‘boyfriend’ tees. They are amazing. I currently have two (black and blue) but I plan to buy more (orange, purple, and green!)

2) Chanel’s Coromandel nailpolish. It’s the best red nailpolish (for my skintone) ever. Seriously.

3) My worn-in pair of Havaianas. I wish I could wear them to work, too.

4) Marc by Marc Jacobs sunglasses.

5) A bathing suit. Which reminds me, it’s about time I buy a new one.

6) Kiehl’s sunscreen. It’s non-sticky and absorbs easily.

7) Reading material: one or two airport thrillers, travelogues, and Vogue Paris.

8 ) A camera. Perhaps by the time I go I’d have bought a Canon G11!!!

That’s about it :]

March 8, 2010

Daybreakers, or: Spontaneous Combustion Never Sounded So Good

Filed under: Uncategorized — by Ploy @ 11:07 pm

Ten reasons why I liked Daybreakers, or, at the very east, do not regret the 150 baht I spent on it.

1) It has Ethan Hawke

2) Moreover, it has WILLEM DAFOE

3) Who, in one scene, grins and says, “F*ck it, I love a good barbeque.”

4) It goes on to show that, as long as a vampire wears sunglasses and avoid direct contact with sunlight, daytime is actually bearable. I am no vampire, however, so I can not vouch for the validity of this act.

5) The humans survivors fight heavily-armed vampire soldiers with…crossbows. Some things can be so ridiculous it’s funny.

6) Ethan Hawke chain smokes throughout the movie, but, being undead his lungs probably do not function. How does he inhale the smoke? I do not know.

7) Did I mention the movie is so ridiculous it’s funny?

8 ) But in it’s defense, the climax of the story gave a new spin to the vampire mythos

9) Plus, there were no squealing teenage girls in the theater, which might have been caused by the blessed fact that…


December 27, 2009

Ploy S – her limits

Filed under: Uncategorized — by Ploy @ 9:29 pm

Inspired by Sherlock Holmes, “A Study in Scarlet,” Chapter 2

1. Knowledge of Literature – variable.

Knows the first and/or last to most classics, but then nil after that. Loves Shakespeare; refuses to read Austen; cannot comprehend Wuthering Heights; Greek tragedies are generally welcomed.
2. Knowledge of Philosophy – Practical

Knows the order of Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle, at the very least

3. Knowledge of Astronomy – Nil.
4. ” of Politics – Nil.
5. ” of Botany – Nil.
6. ” of Geography* – Profound, but unsystematic.

GoogleMap on my BlackBerry keeps locating me in the strangest of places, the latest of which was Herreruela, hitherto unheard of. As such, I am challenged daily to a game of ‘Where on Earth is this place?”

7. Knowledge of Chemistry – Accurate, but unsystematic.

8. Knowledge of Anatomy – Practical, but limited
9. Knowledge of Sensational Literature – Immense

Not only literature, but also including ridiculous, over-the-top films and songs and other types of media.

10. Practices soccer-meditation; that is, while I watch soccer, my only focus is on the ball and the Apocalypse can be occuring and I would still be concentrated on the game.
11. Is an expert shopper
12. Good practical knowledge of Japanese. Understands French almost perfectly but refuses to speak (because I can’t pull the accent off to save my life.)

If I handed this in for my resume, the reffect should be interesting.

*Note: In the original text, this was actually ‘Geology’

December 25, 2009

Sherlock Holmes, or: Sherlock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels

Filed under: Movie Reviews — by Ploy @ 12:29 am

A movie review. It’s been a while.

Also, before we begin: MERRY CHRISTMAS. The clock has just struck twelve here in Thailand. I think if I stay up late enough I might see Santa walk through the door. Yes, the door, because in Thailand we have no need for chimneys. Plus, if he can ride a sleigh pulled by reindeers across the sky, then clearly, picking a lock is in his powers.

But Santa gave me a Christmas present already! Namely, Sherlock Holmes…the movie. Before we go on, I must confess that I’ve never read any of the Holmes novels nor watch the original movies or TV series. So I walked in his without any preconceptions of Sherlock Holmes. Well, I do, a little: dude’s a sleuth. Dude is endowed with unparalelled of deduction. He smokes a pipe and wears nice suit jackets. His sidekick is Watson, who narrates the books, who is portly and, in my mind, is like the Holmes’ version of Bruce Wayne’s Alfred.

I think you can probably tell already, but I have no attachment whatsoever to the ‘classic’ Holmes. When I saw the trailer for this Guy Ritchie directed remake/redirection, I actually jumped up and down with glee. It’s not traditional, perhaps ome fans of the original would even consider it a blasphemy, but for someone like me, it’s a great update.

The Sherlock Holmes in this movie behaves not like the stoic, logical, reclusive Holmes of tradition, but rather like the typical Guy Ritchie hero. He’s tough, he’s sarcstic, and he’s manipulative. He’s a maniac-genius (he tests guns in his bedroom), he drinks excessively (sometimes his recreational beverages include drinks ‘meant for eye surgery’), and he frequents the 1890’s equivalent of a fight club (where he systematically analyzes, down to the recovery period, of how to knock his opponent flat out.) Holmes, as portrayed by Robert Downey Jr., is thoroughly the modern hero: he has the quirky charm of Jack Sparrow, the sarcastic wit of Tony Stark, and the battle skills of Batman. My advice is this: Go into this movie without any expectations, and you will enjoy it.

In addition, also change/erase your image of Watson. As most of you will know by now, Watson is portrayed by Jude Law, and ergo is neither portly nor clumsy nor just a sidekick. This incarnation of Watson is Holmes’ best friend, trusted ally, and an equal. It’s not a Batman-Robin relationship; they’re parters on equal ground. The chemistry between Mr. Downey Jr. and Mr. Law is amazing. And cute.

So erase all the things you’ve heard and go enjoy this. Also, keep in mind that this is a Guy Ritchie movie, ergo, you will see hand-to-hand fight scenes EVERY FIVE MINUTES. Sherlock Holmes is an action movie, not a crime thriller. It is ‘The Mentalist’-meets-‘Lock Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels’, not, well, the Sherlock Holmes of yore.

Rachel McAdams is a delight, too. Her role isn’t too large in this movie, though I think if there ever was a sequel (all my digits are crossed!) she’ll have a larger role to play. She plays Irene Adler, Holmes love interest/nemesis with so much confidence, yet at the same time she seems so vulnerable!

The rest of the cast member is well-casted and I don’t think anyone was one-dimensional. Oh, but except the villain. Which brings us to the only ‘meh’ aspect of Sherlock Holmes: the plot. The villains and their methods were readily predictable and, as stated above, aside from their antics, had uninteresting personalities.

I do hope there’s a sequel that comes out soon. Perhaps this movie wasn’t an A+ because it felt incomplete in terms of plot. But if you assume that there is something coming after, it’d be ok, because then this first installment would be just an introduction, Acts I & II, and as we all know, things get better in Acts III & IV. (And then everyone dies in Act V. At least in the Shakespeare that aren’t the comedies.)

I give this a….B+, because the conspiracy plot could’ve been more solid. But all in all…GO WATCH IT!

December 4, 2009

My date with me: a list of things to do on my first day off.

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 2:37 am

By Ploy Songkaeo, a girl who really needs a day off.

Wake up, reasonably late, but not too late as to waste half a day.

Wash my face, throw my hair up, put on enough makeup not to look dead, but not too much. This is, after all, my day off.

Put clothes on, too, of course. Bangkok may be many things – but not a nudist colony.

And flip flops, definitely flips flops. Nothing signals a day off better than flip flops.

Go to Central Ladprao and grab brunch at Ootoya; I want the ‘Charcoal grilled hamburger with demiglace sauce’ right about NOW.

By some DVDs, real, of course, if only because I am too lazy to find out if the fake DVD stores accept credit cards.

(Read: I never have cash. Ever. Yes, it is mildly inconvenient, but as long as Starbucks continues accepts credit cards for even the their 35 baht/$1 butterfly pastry, then I will never go hungry.)

Which has inspired me: after the DVDs, I should race to Starbucks right after to pick up a Grande Toffee Nut Frappucino and perhaps a cinnamon roll.

Then head down to the supermarket to stock up on popcorn and microwaveable food.

Also, some tomato puree and ground pork/chicken (‘Chinese’ beliefs held by my mother doesn’t allow beef into the casa). Seriously, at some point I should begin to use to stove to actually make my own food.

A list in a list: things to buy at the supermarket, aside from the aforementioned things:

Orange juice,


Chocolate, preferably those ‘Merci’ Christmas edition ones,

Japanese Pocky, tons of them,

Actually, Japanese snacks in general will do just fine,

That’s…about it.

Oh, and bottled Starbucks lattes too, if they have it. (My fingers and toes are crossed.)

End of list.

Then, after stocking up, I’ll head home and hole up in the house for the next three days

Nothing, come hell or high water, will induce me to go out.


I need to stay home. I haven’t had a day when I stayed home in almost a month.

Hibernation, that is what I need.

Ah, I ramble.

Now I must go back to work.

And yes, it is 3 am in the morning.

And also, yes, again, I just said I had to go back to work.

Don’t we all agree now I need a day off?

October 31, 2009

To be, or not to be.

This is dedicated to Ching, a wonderful friend, fellow fan of Neverwhere, Moist von Lipwig enthusiast, my date to see the Sherlock Holmes movie this December, and, most pertinent to the matter at hand, a person who believes that the entire Twilight Saga is an offense to humankind.

This might surprise some of you, but I do not have E! on my Blackberry. What I have, however, is TIME, and I must admit that the almost-hour influx of articles is actually pretty entertaining.

I kid you not.

I wouldn’t have known that North Korea was building a hotel, or that it was nicknamed ‘The Hotel of Doom’, if it weren’t for TIME. TIME also informed me of the Marvel superhero Hell Cow. Hah. Would never have gotten that from E!

Though I do love E!, but sometimes, who is dating whom just gets annoying.

(Hmm. That was a lenghty profession of love to TIME. Let’s go back to the matter-at-hand.) So through reading TIME ,I discovered that the most popular Halloween costume this year (I’m assuming for men) is Michael Jackson. (Note: this is according to the visitor poll at Fandango.) But, seriously, do people have NO RESPECT? The man has barely been dead for a year, much less a quarter, and people are parading around dressed as him. I do realize that there may be some ‘valid’ reason for dressing up as Mr. Jackson, such as you really admire the man. But seriously, most people who are dressed up as him are just doing it just because he’s DEAD. That is, simply, offensive.

(Takes a calming breath.)

Runner-ups to Monsieur Jackson are, respectively, Wolverine and (this is where Ching comes in) Edward Cullen. Now, Wolverine I can understand. Dressing up as Wolverine is cool, not to mention it can easily be thrown together semi-last minute. Wear a wife-beater and ripped jeans. I’m sure Target or Wal-mart sells fake claws. The hair isn’t hard to emulate. Plus, Wolverine is an icon; he has his own comic-book series, a movie, and his own video game spinoffs. And, he’s been around longer than any of you reading this have.


Wait, let me retype: WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE THINKING!?!?!?

Well, I’m hoping the results of the Fandango poll does not materialize in real life, but if it does, I have brainstormed a few reasons for He-Who-Does-Not-Shower’s popularity:

1) Men want to be him so they can score the Slutty Nurses that are out prowling the streets.

2) It’s a very economical costume; in these trying times, it’s best to not have to invest much in something one wears for only one day a year. Recipe for success: don’t shower for three days, rub talc all over your body, drink cranberry juice to stain yourl ips, and, for added effect, make sure some juice dribbles down your chin and neck for a more bloody effect. Edward broods and frowns, rarely opening his mouth and choosing instead to communicate only through his ‘intense stares’, so you don’t have to buy those plastic fangs. (Fact: ‘fangs’ appears once in Twilight, and it was in reference to werewolf fangs, not the vampiric ones.)

3) People who are dressed up as him think that he is a MONSTROSITY – not a monster, mind you. Look, the Cullens don’t even deserve to be labeled as vampires. (Lestat is rolling in his imaginary coffin somewhere right about now.) The mere existence of Edward Cullen and his family of vegetarian vampires (Lestat, I need you!) is a monster threatning the sanity of people everywhere.

Anyways, folks, I hope you enjoy your Halloween. I’m probably going to be holed up at home watching the first season of Fringe. I wish I had my friends over for a sleepover, but schedule conflicts mean that I’ll have to throw my horror-movie night later. Oh well, all good things can wait!

August 23, 2009

Inglourious Basterds, or: This Is How You Do It

Despite the fact that I went to watch Valkyrie and Inglourious Basterds in theaters, I do not like World War II movies. I don’t. What is the point of watching something when you know the end? Hitler dies in a bunker, it is a fact. So when a movie comes up about a group of brave souls plotting against him, I know it’s going to be a tragic drama, which is what Valkyrie turned out to be.

I didn’t like Valkyrie much. Not only did the plot not make sense (or actually, what they were plotting didn’t make much sense), but it was too melodramatic. The only reason I watched it was because at that time, there was nothing else in the theaters.

But for Inglourious Basterds, CC, Ginger, and I practically ran into the theaters. I must admit this was because of Brad Pitt – we are, after all, fangirls at heart.

To my surprise, the movie wasn’t Brad-centric at all. Despite having him on prominent display on the poster and his name, if I remember correctly, listed first, his role isn’t the most interesting. Sure, Brad Pitt’s Aldo “The Apache” Raine was funny, amusing in both his violence, hillbilly accent, and ridiculous attempt at posing as an Italian stuntman, but the stage goes to Christoph Waltz as Hans Landa, the SS leader aka “Jew Hunter”

Waltz was, at once, funny, amusing, cruel, and crazy. Towards the ending, when he says, “That’s just bingo!” (before Aldo the Apache corrects him, “We just say bingo”), Landa was even cute.

My favorite character was Til Schweiger as Hugo Stiglitz, a former Nazi soldier turned the Basterds’ resident psycho killer. He’s quiet, sadistic…but in the tavern scene, we see that he also has a sense of humor.

At two and a half hours, yes, this is a long movie. The fact that it has more talk than action might make it seem even longer. Nevertheless, the dialogue, while not extremely snappy, is meaningful. Every word, every gesture, means something. To me, the dialogue felt like a fuse that was burning…but you didn’t know when the fuse was going to end and the bomb was going to explode.

It’s a war film without a frontline. It’s a war film without hundreds of soldiers in bunkers.

Inglourious Basterds, however, is what a war film should be.

You’d probably have heard this by now, so I’ll just say it: Hitler dies. Tarantino rewrites history completely, and since this is his film, he can. The fact that Hitler dies also makes me love this movie. I knew from the preview there’s going to be a great explosion scene…but I thought that maybe, perhaps, Hitler will have escaped, because he ‘needs’ to die in a bunker. But no…The theater is consumed by fire and two of the Basterds (played by Eli Roth and Omar Doom) are machine-gunning the scrambling Nazis to oblivion. It’s violent, verging on sadistic. But it is, somehow, exhilarating….not because of the screaming dying people…but because the fac that here’s one director who doesn’t give a damn about history and will do what he does.

Quentin Tarantino does it right. Inglourious Basterds is how you do it.

August 21, 2009

“A Hope In Hell”

The door to the Skytrain opens and I make my way to the other side, leaning against the doorway which will be closed for the rest of the way home. I pull out The Sandman and flip back and forth to find where I was: the beginning of chapter four, “A Hope In Hell.”

After three chapters, I finally got used to the artwork. It’s usually what I call…ugly. I’ve never been a fan of western comics, if only because I think the drawings, simply, suck. Leave shortbread to the Scots and comic books to the Japanese. This is not racism or discrimination. This is the truth.

But, as I said, I got used to the artwork. Plus, the story’s by Neil Gaiman, and that is enough for me to forge on. Morpheus – or the Sandman or the King of Dreams or simply Dream – continues on his quest to find the relics that were taken from him when he was captured seventy years ago.

He’s already found his pouch of magical sand, and now he’s gone to Hell to find his helmet. It’s in the hands of a demon named Choronzon, skinny and lanky with pink skin and two mouths, equally fanged. He refuses to return the helm to Morpheus, saying that he got it in a fair trade. If Morpheus wants it back, says Choronzon, then Morpheus must meet him in a challenge.

Morpheus agrees, and I held my breath as I turned the page. How would the fight be like? Violent? Would it have the flowing fluidity of Japanese comics? What weapon would Morpheus use? A sword? Energy beams? Would he fight fair? 

Oh, but it wasn’t a battle of might. It was a battle of…words. A battle of imagination. They stand on a stage, face-to-face. The demons of hell are their audience.

“I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler,” Choronzon begins.

“My move,” says Morpheus. “I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf stabbing.”

Choronzon’s mouths gape slightly at this, but he continues. “I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.”

There are many ways to lose the oldest game, Morpheus reflects.Failure of nerve, hesitation…Being unable to shift into a defensive shape. Lack of imagination. “I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight-legged.”

“I am a snake, spider-devouring, poison-toothed,” Choronzon is snarling now.

Morpheus, however, remains expressionaless. “I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy footed. I feel the snake writhe beneath my hoof, its spine crushed.”

“I am an anthrax, butcher bacterium, warm-life destroying.”

The Dreamlord pauses, thinks of a new tactic.

Morpheus almost grins when he says, “I am a world, space-floating, life nurturing.”

Lucifer Morningstar, one of the Triumvirates of Hell, looks up from his drink, his eyes sharp, focused, unnerving.

“I am a nova, all-exploding,” Choronzon does not give up. “…Planet-cremating.”

“I am the Universe — all things encompassing, all life embracing.”

I hold my breath. Surely Morpheus must win. Nothing can beat the Universe…nothing.

“I am anti-life, the beast of judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything.”

I felt a chill go down my spine. That can beat the Universe. The dark at the end of everything…how is Morpheus going to beat darkness. There is always darkness. Space is darkness. The universe has more darkness than light.

“Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?” Choronzon mocks.

I tensed. Yes, what will he be?

“I am hope.”

Morpheus looks straight ahead, while all the demons of hell, including Choronzon, stare at him, perplexed, confused.

Choronzon blubbers, struggles, opens his mouths and closes the again. “I…don’t know.”

The Dreamlord wins, fair and square.



Disturbing? Yes. And I still think the artwork is lacking…but I want to read on.

August 18, 2009

Push, or: More Like A Half-Hearted Poke

Filed under: Movie Reviews — by Ploy @ 1:26 am

If I’d paid 140 baht to see this, I’d probably scream and shout and go all angsty. Fortunately, I rented Push for 20 baht (roughly 40 cents), and so I’m just going to mumble, grumble, and write a note. And truthfully, I didn’t even spend two hours on this. Well, technically it was on for two hours…but I paid attention for around seven minutes. You see, I turned it on while planning my (imaginary?) trip to Barcelona. I had my guidebook out and a notepad and I was furiously scribbling where to go and how long it’d take (by the way, according to my plan, it’d take 10 days, that’s 9 days for Barcelona and 1 for Montserrat.)

Oh, where were we?

Right. Push.

I…don’t know…I just don’t know. The acting was horrible. Camilla Belle can’t really act, and that Flame On! Guy Whose Name I Can’t Remember is also a mediocre actor. Dakota Fanning was, as usual, a great actress, but her lines were so horrible they overshadowed her talent. Djimon Honsou? I love the man but he got the same problem as Dakota Fanning.

There is A LOT to the plot, but that entire lot is rather predictable, so it’s actually safe to say there’s not much to the plot. You see, Camilla Belle plays Kira, is a psychic who can control peoples’ minds. She is the first survivor to a certain drug test by a division of the US government called, quite creatively, The Division. So Kira runs off (quite easily, considering this is a super secretive, state-of-the-art facility and all)…and somehow ends up in Hong Kong.

Ok, fine, I’ll buy Hong Kong. I do realize that China is a really big market and all of Hollywood wants to appeal to the Chinese. Why else would you make Tomb of the Dragon Emperor?

Ahh, but I digress.

In Hong Kong, Dakota Fanning is a 13-year-old girl “who looks at least fourteen” named Cassie. She barges in, literally, into Mr. Flame On!’s apartment (it says something here that I don’t even remember his character’s name.) Cassie’s mom is being held by the Division, and to free her mom Cassie must find Kira and this briefcase she apparently stole. She sees that she would need Flame On!, who has telekinetic powers, to help her. And that’s how we assemble our lead cast. And suffice to say it’s a happy ending for all.

Despite running for two hours, nothing goes on much. There’s not even a car chase scene. What kind of action movie doesn’t have a car chase scene? Look, I’m not particularly enamored of car chase scenes…but it’s like a contractual obligation. I go to watch an action movie…and I know there’s going to be a car chase scene…and I know I’m going to hate it. It’s that simple. Take out the car chase scene and that leaves me really, really confused.

I’d rather have some reaction than no reaction at all.

At one of those few random minutes that I actually looked up at the TV screen, I saw a Thai buddhist monk. And then I paid more attention and saw that the people on the screened looked very Thai….et voila …then there was a building with Thai writing on it and please do not tell me that Hong Kong has a Thai town because it does not.

Anyhoo, the hilarious thing was Mr. Flame On! (as you can see, I am too lazy to google up his name) was walking down that street and then turns into a Chinese restaurant. Yep, from Thailand back to Hong Kong that easily.

Hollywood thinks we’re all interchangeable. Hooray.

So there’s not much. There’s really not much that I can say. It’s not funny, it’s not touching, it doesn’t have a moral or a message (even Rise of  the Silver Surfer attempted to say something about the environment), it doesn’t have a good soundtrack. It doesn’t have anything.

It doesn’t even have proper special effects.

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