House of Ryanne: 15Malaysia Films

Friday, September 4, 2009

15Malaysia Films

This is one of my favourite 15Malaysia films so far, besides Chocolate by Yasmin Ahmad. This film, Slovak Sling, is directed by Woo Ming Jin, on a rather controversial open secret in our nation, but with a twist of humour that really makes one laugh. The story and dialogues are pretty simple to answer and it simply produces the effect of "Siapa makan cili, dialah yang rasa pedas." (Or something like that... My BM is rotten...)

Who say Malaysia no talent? Film-makers are good tau!!

And this one, another queer one. But very interesting. Because the hidden message was hidden in plain sight!! Director Tan Chui Mui is brilliant, by telling the story using a narrator and in a sort of stop motion way. The plot is simple yet powerful. Interesting!!

Who say only Steven Spielberg is the only good sci-fi director? Our very own Tan Chui Mui tells a sci-fi story in present tense too!

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Inspiration Within

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!