Saturday, 22 February 2014

Suspense before heist

Sexy Beast (2000)
This film is not your usual heist movie where the character spend a lifetime to pull it through. Even though the plot is thin, it makes up by the ability to maintain and keeping you on your toes trying to figure out how the movie would progress. Being a Spanish-English joint venture, there is a lot of sunbathing and cockney accent to lace the show.
Gal is a ex-bank robber who is retired from his trade and nicely leading a quiet life in his Spanish hacienda with his ex-porn star wife, Deedee, friend and his wife, Jackie.
The seemingly idyllic life is shattered by the arrival of a sociopath ex-colleague, Logan (Ben Kingsley).
Logan recruits and he want Gal for a massive heist in London. Logan, being the sociopath that he is, just does not want to take no for an answer. He uses his devious methods and blackmails to this end. Jackie, the friend's wife, apparently had had a fling with Logan.
This forms the crux of the story rather than  the heist itself.
Something happens in the final showdown and we are left to wonder when Gal is in London meeting with the crime bosses. They tunnel into a bank vault through a neighbouring steam bath shop.
We later find that Logan is buried under the house swimming pool!
Quite a gripping story, able to hold the suspense!

Sexy Beast (Urban Dictionary)
An irresistible man's man who seduces women with his witticisms and more notably with his extraordinarily handsome yet bestial looks. This beast-like man is the envy of all other men and the desire of all women and lives solely for hedonistic pleasure only.

Friday, 21 February 2014

Storm in the tea cup

Sawdusttinsel.jpgSawdust and Tinsel (Gycklarnas Afton,Swedish; 1953)

Life, has its up and down. Every now, a crisis builds up and disappears just as fast as it appears. At the time it materializes, it seem like the end of the world but then, with time, it finds a steady state and then it no longer is the big problem that it was previously.
This 1953 drama narrates the happenings around a travelling circus which stops at a town. The morale amongst the performers and its owner, Albert, is low as viewers' appreciation is low and income is measly.
Albert arrives at the town where his ex-wife and young sons who he left 3 years previously, lives. He now travels with a young pretty mistress performer, Anne.
Albert gets a idea of having a great parade to advertise their presence in town but their tattered costumes were nothing to show off. He decides to borrow costumes from a drama troupe in town. He approaches the director. What ensues is an interesting dialogue between two group of performers, one from the lowly circus performers and the egoistic drama actors.
The debonair main actor, Franz, catches the eye of Anne. In another scene, Anne is concerned about Albert's visit to his ex-wife's place. She is afraid that they may patch up again.
The ex-wife is however quite comfortable in her own life without Albert. The convenience store is that she is running is doing quite well and she is the main dealer of tobacco in her town. She is in fact in a much better shape finacially than Albert who left the family to run the circus. The ex-wife, Agda, categorically states that she enjoys her current freedom and is not ready to give it up for anything! She categorically implied that Albert was not welcomed there.
A distraught Albert discovers Anne sneaking out from the theatre and entering the goldsmith store on his way back. Despite his own plans to be a turncoat to their relationship, he accuses Anne of infidelity. In reality, Anne was turned on by the actor's charmed life and did bed him in exchange for jewelry which turned out to be worthless!
An duel ensued during a circus performance between a drunken Albert and Franz. Albert was humiliated and  bruised badly. Albert was contemplating suicide but instead shot an aging bear. There is another side story associated with the bear.  It is owned by Albert's confidante in the circus, the clown's wife. The wife once humiliated the clown by bathing nude by the beach just because she was wooed by some soldiers. The clown rescued his wife and forgave but Albert could not understand why.
Finally, the circus moves on to another town. Albert and Anne forgave each other and move on with life.
The film albeit being more than 60 years old and being black and white, give you the perspective of the circus from an angle never seen before. The views that we get are very close range.  Even at such an era, the female characters are quite liberated and they savour freedom.

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Above us only sky, amongst us bigots!

You tell me the world is a smaller place, that there are no borders but only in our minds, that Lennon prophecy of there is no country will soon be reality. You say that globalisation is bringing us that way. I beg to differ.
People are flocking together. People with small minds are flocking together with fellow feeble minded individuals of the same calibre. They are trying to see the difference amongst us rather than rejoice the various journeys that we take to reach our destination. Don't they know that all roads lead to Rome (or Jerusalem!)? Even amongst themselves they aspire to further subdivide and claim superiority over the other. It is always 'they' and 'us'. Even though all DNAs are all 99.99% all the same and they have not found the sequence for stupidity, they still claim that they are 'the chosen one'.
They live in a cocoon contented with they have and swear that there is nothing more that need to explored as they been enlightened millennia ago.
In social medias, as if these man-made divisions are not enough, they have made groups by alma mater, by ethnicity, by sub-ethinicity, etceteras ... And they have hostility against each other, forever trying to find the difference rather than similarities.
Are these all effects of being in the comfort zone for far too long? Are they begging to put in place with a wave of calamity to strike them? History has proven again and again that man will only unite when they have a unconquerable common enemy. It could be a mammoth natural calamity, common abhorrence against an incorrigible tyrant, pathetic living conditions or absolute hopelessness when all of common human dignity is at stake!

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

What has sorry got to do with it?

http://www.express.co.uk/news/world/459087/A-case-of-affluenza-The-drink-drive-killer-16-who-is-too-rich-and-spoiled-for-jail




A case of 'affluenza': The drink-drive killer, 16, who is too rich and spoiled for jail

IT'S the case that’s outraged America: a drunken teenager responsible for four deaths walks free because he’s a ‘victim’ too – of his parents’ wealth



Ethan Couch from Texas USA killed four people in a crash while drink drivingEthan Couch from Texas, USA, killed four people in a crash while drink-driving [AP]
It was shortly after 10pm on a hot June evening last summer when a bunch of teenagers from an affluent suburb of Fort Worth, Texas, stole two cases of beer from a Walmart supermarket. They had been drinking already and when an hour later 16-year-old Ethan Couch volunteered to run an errand to a late-night chemist some of them told him he was in no fit state. But when he insisted on it they all piled into his father’s red Ford truck, six in the cab and two in the open back.
The truck was accelerating at 70mph in a 40mph residential zone when it ploughed into two parked cars. Breanna Mitchell, a young chef on her way home from work, had stopped with a fl at tyre, and local resident Hollie Boyles and her twenty-something daughter Shelby had come out to help her. Brian Jennings, a youth pastor in his early 40s, had also stopped his car to lend a hand.
All four were thrown 60 yards and died instantly. Emergency staff called to the scene described seeing body parts all over the road. The speeding truck turned over and hit a tree. None of the joyriders were wearing seat belts and two were seriously injured, including Sergio Molina, 16, who was left unable to move, eat or talk as the result of a brain injury.
Meanwhile Jennings’s car, in which two of his children were waiting, was knocked into the path of a passing Volkswagen, one of whose occupants was also injured. Of the 12 survivors, only three did not require hospital treatment.
One of those was Couch. Belligerent with the police, he was so drunk that when he tried to walk away he got tangled in a wire fence. His blood alcohol level was three times the legal limit three hours after the crash and he was found to also have valium in his system.
Expressing no remorse, he pleaded guilty to four counts of manslaughter and might have expected a 20-year prison sentence. That’s what another 16-year-old drink driver, Eric Miller, received when he was up before the same judge a decade earlier – and he had a much lower blood alcohol level and had killed one victim not four.
But as a result of a judgment that has shocked America, Couch will not serve a day in prison. Instead he was given 10 years’ probation, during which time he can’t drink or drive, and was ordered to attend a £275,000-a-year rehab centre in California at his family’s expense, for an unspecified time.
When we arrived the first thing he did was jump in the pool with his clothes on, rip his shirt off then start downing a big bottle of vodka. He was really knocking it back. He must have drunk about six or seven shots in one go
Why? Because, according to a psychologist who testified in his defence, the teenager was a victim of “affluenza”. In other words he was so rich he didn’t know any better and couldn’t understand that his actions would have consequences. That the judge seemed to agree with this view has outraged his victims and caused a national furore across the United States.
“What is the likelihood if this was an African-American inner-city kid that grew up in a violent neighbourhood to a single mother who is addicted to crack and he was caught two or three times… what is the likelihood that the judge would excuse his behaviour and let him off because of how he was raised?” asks distinguished psychologist Professor Suniya Luthar.
Ethan’s father Fred Couch is a businessman who owns a sheet metal works with an annual turnover of £9million and around 30 staff. After a difficult divorce from Ethan’s mother Tonya, he reportedly gave his son the use of a mansion in the suburb of Burleson where he lived alone and ran wild.
A teenager invited there three nights before the fatal crash reported: “Ethan lived in this big place with a long winding driveway that went all the way round to his back yard, which had a large pool in it. When we arrived the first thing he did was jump in the pool with his clothes on, rip his shirt off then start downing a big bottle of vodka. He was really knocking it back. He must have drunk about six or seven shots in one go.
“That set the tone and from then on he was just boasting and trying to impress us about how much he drank and how much he partied. He also boasted about selling drugs and getting big amounts of marijuana delivered to his house. He kept saying that he lived in the place alone and could do whatever he wanted. At first I didn’t believe him but when we went inside there were empty liquor bottles everywhere and what looked like joint butts in the ashtrays.”
At the trial psychologist Dr Dick Miller testified that Couch had been brought up in a household so indulgent that boundaries had never been established for his behaviour, giving him “freedoms no young person should have”. He cited his parents’ decision not to punish him after he was found by police in a parked truck with an unconscious, undressed 14-year-old girl a year before the crash. He had also been allowed to drink from the age of 13.
One of his friends testified that Couch said his family “would get him out of anything”. Despite that boast, district judge Jean Boyd’s decision not to impose a custodial sentence – originally made in December and upheld last week after prosecutors asked her to reconsider – has left the victims aghast. “There needs to be some justice here,” said Eric Boyles, who lost his wife and daughter in the carnage. “For 25 weeks I’ve been going through a healing process. And so when the verdict came out, my immediate reaction is: I’m back to week one. We have accomplished nothing here.”
The suggestion that Couch was a victim of his family’s wealth may yet backfire on his parents. They are now facing multi-million-dollar legal claims by the victims and their families. Wendy Davis, Democratic candidate for governor of Texas, has called the sentence a “disgrace” and even Dr Miller says he regrets ever mentioning the word affluenza, which was coined by two Australian academics as the title of a 2005 book about the stress, depression and obesity associated with consumer life.
“I wish I had not used that term,” he says. “Everyone seems to have hooked on to it.”
He is right about that. In California, a member of the state assembly has introduced a bill that would ban trial lawyers from invoking the supposed condition as a defence or in mitigation for sentencing.
“It doesn’t take a crystal ball to see that the relatively lenient sentence that this gentleman in Texas received will lead attorneys to see this as something to use in their overall tool box,” he says.
And before you think this is the kind of thing that could happen only in America, a pair of Scottish oil workers got away with community service orders last month after launching a drunken attack on a fellow customer in a bar in Aberdeen. Their defence was that they were suffering the effects of having too much money.
Meanwhile Ethan Couch has said nothing. Having been proved right in his pronouncement that his parents could get him out of anything, why should he need to say sorry?

Monday, 17 February 2014

Grand ol' Dame


Great ol' dame
Between 18 and 20 a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild, naturally beautiful with fertile deltas.
Between 21 and 30 a woman is like America, well developed and open to trade especially for someone with cash.
Between 31 and 35 she is like India, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.
Between 36 and 40 a woman is like France. Gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.
Between 41 and 50 she is like Yugoslavia, lost the war - haunted by past mistakes. Massive reconstruction is now necessary.
Between 51 and 60, she is like Russia, very wide and borders are unpatrolled. The frigid climate keeps people away.
Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Mongolia, with a glorious and all conquering past but alas, no future.
After 70, they become Afghanistan. Most everyone knows where it is, but no one wants to go there.
Like a glorious prima donna who stands majestically after a glorious past, refusing to admit the end is nay, she lives day by day reminiscing the bygone days. The days, when she was newest and most exciting thing in town. She was the talk of town. Every guy wanted to lay his eyes on her and wanted a piece of her. Her captivating persona and hue used to be envy of others. That was 20 years ago when she was spanking new and clean. Now what can offered is only the fond memories of the good times with her.
Greens?
Time's up!
That is the story of Pangkor Island Beach Resort. We remember going there 20 years ago. And it was good time to go back to reminisce the good times that we had there. The times of our youth when our life was laid bare for us to mold and to evaluate our journey that we had taken thus far. Things have definitely changed, just like us. Some of the staff who were there during our first visit were still there, albeit aging gracefully with us. These people know us as one member of our entourage had been a frequent visitor there all these years!
The building is slightly run down weathering the frequent beating of nature. The greens of the golf course is hardly green due to the current hot spell and neglect.
The peacock and hornbills which were the mascots and the pull factor of the hotel were still there (of course must a different generation than when the hotel started!). The peacock still walk around the compound showing off his hued spread of feathers. Now, he must be happier than usual in the smartphone era to be pixelized at the rate photos are captured these days. 
The hornbills still fly around to lay claim on the restaurant that is named after their species!
The hotel may be old and tired but it is still exuding its charm and charisma to its visitors, sending them back with more fond memories.
Till next time...
Come June, this old Dame would be put to rest for a 2 year period for refurbishment. During this period, her status is to be elevated from a 4star status to a 6! With all the cosmetic changes, she hopes that the glorious past and fame would rekindled.
After a short weekend retreat, we too returned rejuvenated to face the challenges of the world. At the back of our minds, we remind ourselves that we too have to give a good fight trying to fulfill our obligations on Earth until we are slowly phased out to be replaced by a new set of fighters....

Friday, 14 February 2014

Just a thought!

When our offspring wrong on us, we forgive them. We tell them it is alright, to make mistakes is part of growing up and maturing. When they look into our eyes and lie through their teeth, we say we understand them. When the young ones show disrespect by uttering hurtful words, we swallow our pride and tell ourselves that growing up these days is hard unlike in the good old days. We do all these because we are considered all knowing and have seen it all compared to the young souls that we brought to this world. Their shortcomings, in a way, are our shortcomings. They are in our mould, and we provided the nurturing!


Tony Soprano with yes men!
We do not expect them to sing praises of us or to mention gratitudes of us in every little word that they utter or under every breath. It may suffice to remember who is the boss around here. The steady state, tranquillity, sanity and equilibrium that had taken aeons to reach need to be valued, savoured, appreciated and maintained.

This goes through my devilish mind whenever I am in the company of pious (or holier than thou) people who invoke the Divine in everything they say or do. There must be something wrong in the way we pay our dues (respect) to the Almighty. I do not claim to have all the answers, and neither do I want to ridicule those who find joy and solace in what they are doing.

If we are not behaving like Tony Soprano or Don Corleone, demanding to be surrounded by acts that accentuate of your grandiosity and be surrounded by yeoman who would bend over backwards to please you, I do not think our Maker would want to be treated as such! He would not want to be 'apple polished', put in high heavens, to be sung praises all the time. Too much praising as always is a turn-off and can be nauseating. A spoon of sugar with your coffee is excellent. Put two, it is tolerable, put ten and expect to push it all out of your system!

Are you cajoling the Powers-that-be to somehow alter the course of the universe to suit our self-interest without taking to consideration that every bit of our action and reaction has an equal and opposite reaction? Is it not being selfish? The rainy season is welcomed by the umbrella maker but not by the farmer who intends to harvest his crop. Or are we just following the example set by our leaders and their assistants who find absolute joy in showing allegiance to and hanging around the tails of their superiors with the hope of having a bone thrown at them?




Thursday, 13 February 2014

Burst my bubble!

Dear Thelma,
Sometimes I feel that I am breathless. I can't breath. I feel that I have been forced to do what I do not want to, or rather what the society wants me to do. And I have been shortchanged!
I grew up with lots of dreams and ambitions. I wanted to be somebody, away from these misery and constant tone of melancholia and sad songs that seem to be the background score of our daily life. I wanted to be free. I wanted to escape from the clutches of poverty.
Since young, only X seem to understand me. Coming from a similar background, he could relate to what I felt. Only thing that he is a male and I, a female.
Over time, our feelings changed, from one of empathy and understanding, it metamorphosed into something intimate. Our raging hormones which just spurred from nowhere eventually pushed us to cross the boundaries set by society. Suddenly, there was no barrier, no shame. The boundary guarded and protected all this while was now breached.
Why is it that I feel so guilty? I have not done anything wrong or have I? Something so good cannot be so wrong! Now there are telling me that all my big wonderful mountain high dreams have to take a back burner. The fence of decency had been breached and the law of nature must be respected. Our bond must be formally sanctioned by the forces that be. We cannot just go on happy without public declarations.
That was 3 years ago. Now with 1 infant screaming day and night and another quickening in my body, my dreams seem like a distant planet - visible but unreachable.
As if they had an audience with the Forces of Nature, they restricted my reproductive function. Contraception is 4-lettered word in my in-law's family. I thought I was in a hell hole but now I am in a dragon's den, from frying pen to fire.
Why do they keep bringing me down? They put the fear of God and unheard cryptic scriptures to cow me into submission.
If religion was made to transform human from being a savage to a sage, why is it that there are savagely exerting their authority over me?
In front of eyes my sandcastles came crumbling down.... Just sandcastles in the air that popped like a bubble.

To the Land of Smiles!