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chinese odyssey

cin3matic contraband – chinese odyssey 2002
i should begin by admitting that i had no clue what to expect when i got this movie. i had heard abt it b4, but didnt really read up on it. not that i really had to, since the dvd had tony leung, faye wong, chang chen, and vicki zhao on the cover. and oh yea…they also nicely mention wong kar wai is the producer. convenient.

set in old china, tony leung is dragon, a local bully and bandit, and vicki zhao is phoenix, his tomboy sis and the owner of an inn. chang chen and faye wong are the emperor and princess, who are bored shitless in the imperial palace and are always plotting ways to escape from their queen mother. they split up during one plotted escape, so while the focus is put on the emperor and hes dragged back to the palace, the princess walks out the front gates dressed like a man. she promptly gets her money stolen and runs into dragon, who wants to help her/him out and wants to set her/him up with his sis…thinking shes a man. but he/she gives most of her/his attention to dragon, which makes phoenix cry. after the emperors guards come and take her/him away (after which she jus escapes again), dragon sets out to bring her/him back so she/he can marry phoenix and phoenix can become a princess. at the same time, the emperor asks the queen mother if he can go out and search for the princess (while in actuality, he jus wants to get the hell out)…and as he searches, he comes upon the inn and meets phoenix. phoenix decides to forget abt the princess/emperor and falls in love with this emperor, even tho she thinks hes jus another bandit.

whew…

if that brief synopsis is making ur head hurt, try writing it. the gist of it is that this movie is weird, stupid, and pointless. all in a good way too. yea…exactly. its a simple enough plot, and it takes many conventions of hk cinema (including many incited by wong kar wai himself) and promptly takes a dump on it and tosses it around. the result is a crazy romp thru old china thru the eyes of crazy love-struck ppl who cant decide whether they’re male or female. in between the flying one-hundred blade attacks, dragon and the princess getting stuck in a mud field and asking a goose for help, and the emperor sporting an afro and inventing high-heels, theres this sort of meandering pointlessness that guides the movie towards all kinds of humor. by the last quarter however, much of the comedy gives way to earnest questioning of their search for love. while this might be a slightly abrupt change in step, it doesnt get bogged down in over-wrought melodrama, primarily b/c its what all the meandering led to. that, and they wouldnt let it get too heavy…it might collapse on its own lite-hearted foundation. by the end of it, ur still scratching ur head…dont get me wrong. ur wondering how it all led to this. id better watch this again tonite jus to clarify some things. yup.

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2009

current selection | n.e.r.d. – lapdance (reznor remix)

did i tell u im a math genius? yea, its true. here, lemme prove it. i headed down to chinatown after work last nite to look for one dvd…”the returner“. sometime between not being able to find the dvd, and getting home…i ended up with two dvds. yea. i cant find one, so i buy two to compensate. its called fuzzy arithmetic. as a consolation prize for being unable to get “the returner” (which ill prolly get online now), i picked up 2009 lost memories and chinese odyssey 2002 instead. which in many respects, are both prolly better than returner. but thats not the point…my mind was set on returner. feh. anyway, i watched 2009 last nite, and ill prolly be watching chinese odyssey tonite. woo.

cin3matic contraband – 2009: lost memories
so what we have lined up today is another korean flick. except u couldnt tell that this was a korean flick at first b/c the majority of the movie is actually in japanese. 2009 is a co-production with both koreans and japanese in the crew. in the alternate world that is 2009, a pivotal assassination in 1909 never happened. as a result the korean nationalist movement never happened. korea dissolved into japan, who went on to win wwii on the side of the u.s. so in this world, two agents of the japanese bureau of investigation (jbi), sakamoto (an ethnic chosun) and saigo (a japanese), are investigating a series of events committed by the hurei-senjin, an underground korean nationalist movement, against the inoue foundation, a powerful japanese conglomerate. as sakamoto dives deeper into the intentions of the hurei-senjin as well as the inoue foundation, he begins to see that the world around him has been tampered with. and as he gets closer to the truth, he comes directly at odds with his partner, saigo, and the entire jbi.

if ur thinking this movie is a heady sci-fi plot twister, ud be wrong. its a tried and true blockbuster. so in essence, its not allowed to surprise u much. which isnt necessarily a bad thing. it takes the standard formula (read: action), mixes in a little intrigue, some exposition, and a little sci-fi-ness. slow-mo gunfights, high bodycounts, and a good amount of melodrama all make for an interesting movie outing. the slick production values and beautiful cinematography lend their polish to an already interesting package. while the ending was a little too pre-determined, you wont exactly be complaining abt it. the crazy ride of a movie that led you to the pre-packaged ending made it worthwhile.

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bunnies

current selection | esthero – superheroes

ouch. todays biking excursion killed me. last weekends girly sissy biking gran turismo was a warm-up. no real challenge except for ppl-dodging. so today i decided to take the 6 mile loop around central park…complete with the hills of the northwest quadrant (i believe its called cardiac hill…super). keep in mind im riding a full suspension down-hiller…with big stonkin’ 2.4″ tires. i usually ride around in gear 8…but on the hills…ouch. ok…7? ouch. 6? getting there…no wait, ouch. anyhoo, after i finally make it thru the hills and cruise down the first slope, i crash to the side and hyper-ventilate for about 15 minutes. its great. after re-couping, and then buying a popsicle, i bike on. i head over to the west side highway…and was originally planning to loop down around battery park. but reality sets in and i call it a day once i hit 14th st. whew.

anyhoo…its easter sunday right? woo. that would explain the little kids with baskets wandering around me while i was hyper-ventilating on the side of the road. so in honor of easter, here is the inimitable kozy-n-dan. masters of bunny-art.

rip
my sis has jus informed me that my baby celica, which i left in nj when i moved into nyc, is on its deathbed. my sis and her bf were driving it this past weekend b/c the headlights on her civic were busted. as she was driving to her friends wedding (she was the maid of honor), it decided to stall a number of times. when theyre within 5 minutes of the reception, the car decides to start smoking. bleh. by the time it coasted into the driveway, it poo’d and died. as shes telling me this, im thinking to myself…ok, i drove my baby for 18+ months and it drove nearly flawlessly. no problems, nada, nien. but the second she touches it? it dies. this isnt the first time something like this has happened. whenever she used to touch my computer, it went nuts. when i left anything in her care, i usually got it back decidedly crappier. when she touched anything, the forces of chance and probability shat itself and its likelihood to die increased. mebbe thats why her email acct is doublejinx. grr.

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fucking chess

current selection | new order – temptation

argh…i swear ill never win another chess match again as long as i keep playing fish. this is my…what? 6th? 8th? 10th straight loss? this is pretty demoralizing. i even played white this time. bleh. my second game i had a strong opening…but then poo’d out by mid-game. and then i make one mistake and *poof*, queens dead. after queens dead, everybody dies one after another. my kings even chased up to his side of the board, where he eventually gets surrounded and shits himself. fuck. mebbe i should take up checkers for a while…

interesting shit

bubble matrix

current selection | impulsion – rock that house musique (jon carter mix)

woo-ha! i got matrix reloaded tix! me and fish are gonna go see some matrix-lovin’ opening nite at the 34th st loews. cushy seats…stadium seating…ah, how spank. yea…i kno the opening isnt for another month. but who wants to take chances with ticket availability?

aside
woo…bubble tea as a cultural phenomenon. marisol sent me this link to the bubble tea lounge…in mexico. yup, mexico. heres the kicker…its run by a bunch of cornell architects. ha. katz and andre, the two proprietors, are from marisols year…and theyre prolly making a butt-load of money down there. they even dropped names here and there in their menu…the ji-hoon-peach, mandarin kwok. sadly, i didnt kno them well enuf to get my own menu item. phoo.

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nonsense

current selection | fantastic plastic machine – pura saudade

its nice having a stocked fridge. im currently having a bowl of raisin bran. u kno why? b/c i can! later on i can pick from any number of munchies, and any number of refreshments. stocked refrigerators are nice.

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bike bike bike

current selection | misia – taiyouga irukara

mmm…spitze and a bag of kani crackers. yum. this is my version of healthy eating.

i think i could get used to this weekly biking thing. i biked abt 5 miles today down the west side towards battery park city. heading south was gorgeous…the sun was setting, couples were on the waterside, burt bacharach was playing piano, and bits of cheesiness were floating around. hehe. ahem. i brought my cam too to finish off the second roll of film i started on saturday. i biked down to battery park and then double-backed…i got to snap some nice evening/nite-time shots of the waterside on the way back up. if the weather lets up, mebbe i could make this habitual…woo!

miscellaneous

i. am. so. bored.

current selection | nick cave – there is a light

return of the beer-chan! i hate converting…..

current selection | morcheeba – shoulder holster (dj swamp mix)

er…..cut, paste, space space space….converting files is mind-dumbing. i hate word. i hate what happens to word when u stick it into indesign. i hate when u try and drop a paragraph down and attempt to get rid of the indentation, it plays with u…shifting text over when u dont want it to. and when u think it looks right and u jump down a line to correct the next indentation, everything decides to re-indent itself, screwing up the entire paragraph. that made as much sense typing it as it does when u read it out loud. dur.

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pretty flowers

current selection | club nouveau – lean on me

so groggy…..somebody’s got a case of the mondays. er. me, marisol, and alice went to the orchid show yesterday at rockefeller. it was nicer than i thought itd be. to be completely honest, i didnt exactly set my expectations too high…i jus wanted photos. but the orchids were actually pretty nice. some were pretty freaky looking…and some looked like “health class diagrams”. ahem. so me and marisol strolled thru the concourse while alice somehow migrated to the banana republic. afterwards alice trailed back home and i accompanied marisol to her church meeting. yup…church. ha. craziness, right? nah…i was well behaved. then we hit up the delta grill afterwards, and i was a happy boy. mmm….cajun.

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snoooore….

current selection | roomie – snoring

did i mention theres no privacy in my apt? yea…its very acoustically conducive. super. so right after i had to cancel my biking craziness with fish (because of sickness), i started feeling better. oops. so since i was feeling all spank and shit, and it was ridiculously nice out today, i decided to get out of the apt and fire up the ole mt bike. (sorry fish) i took my camera along and ended up going for abt 5 hrs of biking and occasional pic snapping. yea, not a typo. 5 hrs. very coo. i biked from chelsea, north along the west side highway, up to 89th, thru central park, over to the fdr, south all the way past the south street seaport, and then back up to my apt in union sq. i took a roll of film…my first 35mm in some time. coo beans. afterwards, had german food and beer with alice and marisol. beer…go fig. actually, i went pansy and got a radler…half lemonade. ha. afterwards we pretty much jus laid around their apt watching vh1 and the king of iron chef. tomorrow im headed to an orchid (?) festival thingy with marisol. so mebbe more pics. hoo-wah. oops, sleepy. bye bye.