on the bigscreen : The Forbidden Kingdom

It’s been a while since I’ve watched a movie on the Big Screen at Powerplant. Since Dad was such a Jacky Chan fan plus Jet Li was also in the movie, I guess it was a brief-dropping moment for him. (or something to that equivalent.

Basically it’s a story of a young American Kung Fu fanb01 who can’t get enough of martial arts. He got transported far back in time (and in another reality) where he was the supposed keeper of the staff and he has to return it to the Monkey King (insert here story of the Monkey King which you will know in the movie).

So Mr. Kung Fu Boy Jason (Michael Angarano, who looks oddly like that guy from Disturbia) together with some misfits , Drunken Master Jacky Chan, Golden Sparrow, Liu Yifei, and The Silent Monk Jet Li are off to battle the Jade Warriors and the heavily eye-shadowed Jade Master along with his forgettable lackeys and the very, VERY unforgettable bounty hunter.

It is the first time I have seen Jet Li and Jacky Chan going at it. And dude, it was orgasmic.  It is probably one of the must-see scenes if you’re already nodding off (if old school Kung Fu isn’t really your thing).  But if it was my Martial Arts preference, I would go for Jacky Chan’s humorous and realistic style and ingenious little tricks than the almost unearthly moves of Jet Li (thanks to his skill and Hollywood magic).

Their duel was a beautiful dance of blocked punches, flying, flapping sleeves, and fancy footwork.

A movie won’t be complete if there were no pretty women. And here there were two from both sides of the force. In the side of good was Golden Sparrow. Orphaned when she was little by the hands of the Jade Master himself, she seeks revenge waiting for the day she can implant her jade tipped needles of death.

Onto the dark side is the Sexy and treacherous  Bounty Hunter Li Bing Bing, whom I  was entranced with her long white hair, deadly aim and her long vicious whip.

This movie was worth watching, if not for all the Kung Fu, then it’s for the women.

No. I’m NOT a lesbian. But yeah one of the main reasons I wrote this review was to basically say hooray for the female martial artists.

Pictures were grabbed at silentmonkey’s flickr page copyrighted by it’s rightful owners and etc and all the jazz.

racing the sun.

The land of down under and paradise come together in an inspirational movie full of hope and ideals.

10 years ago, I watched Race the Sun with a sense of raging burning passion after to actually do something spectacular, something worthy for the whole world to see, it has always been this secret, even veering towards silly dream.

I always thought I was a mediocre half-baked individual. I wasn’t really good at one single thing. Everything was just “ok”. I program “ok”. I take “ok” pictures. I sing “ok”. I dance “ok”. I do everything “ok”, except for that particular exam where I have to think of the 3 dimensional concepts of flat objects. I don’t even bother. I totally suck at that.

I’m glad when people can still prove other people wrong and live their dreams. Like those Kona kids did. A lot of people gave up as they grow up. Along the way, they leave the dream behind and just pursue what everybody pursues to get on with this life. A routine in life that you will live until you get old and die. And all your dreams die along with you, even when it’s not your time yet.

I want to tell myself that I haven’t become the person I hated most. The one that already gave up on her dreams.

But I really wonder sometimes…have I? Or have I not…

Or worse, what are my dreams anyway…?

recently seen in VLC : My Sassy Girl [spoilers]

scratch out that part where windstruck is the actual prequel to my sassy girl. the transition may have been correct, but parts of the story is already on it’s own form and shape. mr. big was probably right about windstruck being a spirit predecessor instead.

anyways, i love this movie better than windstruck. it’s not as sappy, but it got me more. it’s probably on the more lighter part. what i loved was the pure and sweet understanding of gyun-woo on her part. the 10 rules was f*cking amazing. come on, no guy can actually come up with that. although he was a bit rude and a bit weird looking, his devotion was impeccable. and the freaky resemblance to an officemate kind of thawed out the romantic sorts of the movie. as pointed out by mr. big. bah.

next movie… its gonna be a long christmas day.