Sunday, November 20, 2005
Going with Grace
What do you do the day after you've had too many nice little green drinks in shotglasses and too little sleep?
Well, the answer is if you have re-minisce's arse luck, you receive a text message on your official work phone which you naturally foolishly choose to read, informing you of a compulsory talk in the morning at eight am (argh!) given by the biggest of the big bad bosses. (suit, no umbrella.)
So you drag yourself to work a mere three hours later and droop in a chair, subtly refining the lost art of dozing off with your eyes open.
Afterwards (many, many long, excruciating and painful hours afterwards...) you wander over to the gym and fall asleep by the poolside under the clear blue skies of Singaland. (of course, by the time you wake up hours later the sky looks like something out of a ghostbusters sequel, complete with cyclone in the sky and lightning bolts from the blue effects)
Twenty halfhearted laps later you wander off to get ready for The Post Production Party. (zhi yao wei ni huo yi tian)
It was actually pretty good, complete with seatwarmer clips from another promising fly-by-nighter (Who did the clip "Loser" for fly-by-night, and whose name evades me... but he is quite probably Singapore's next Jim Carey)
Somewhere between getting lost en-route to ground zero, free flow beer, "acceptance speeches" and dinner, and The Screening I can't help but notice just how large our cast and crew really was. There are still people showing up whose names I never caught, who smile at me, and who I smile at slightly blankly in return. There's even a mysterious celebrity blogger present, think he snuck in through the cat-flap...
Someone or other is late, and Kung Pao takes centre stage. (arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh) We don't even get treated to the matrix cow vs dork scene... just... a lot of bad lines and cheesy combat sequences.
Finally, with the arrival of the director of photography (a cinematic genius in the making) and the grizzled veteran cop (who was just plain late) the Screening commences, and its... well it looks just like the clip from the website, to be honest (viewable only in quicktime 7, or with the CCCP codec, thanks to randy's team picking the hardest damn format for a layperson to view - hmm? I wonder if they're getting sponsorship from apple.) but big-screen.
The out-takes are screened, and I laugh quietly to myself at how many more hours there must've been which aren't being shown.
As the event winds gradually down (with randy's eyes beginning to glaze over) I fear that my last-minute evening companion and her friends may be feeling neglected, and so we wander off - first toying with the idea of joining Zeus and his Lesbian French Kissing minions at Wala walas... (which put my evening companion off a little bit, I wonder why?) before finally berthing at our port of call, Balaclava for some quiet drinks, laughter, and chilling out.
And to end a near-perfect evening, bah ku teh somewhere out there near Zouk, in good company.
Well, the answer is if you have re-minisce's arse luck, you receive a text message on your official work phone which you naturally foolishly choose to read, informing you of a compulsory talk in the morning at eight am (argh!) given by the biggest of the big bad bosses. (suit, no umbrella.)
So you drag yourself to work a mere three hours later and droop in a chair, subtly refining the lost art of dozing off with your eyes open.
Afterwards (many, many long, excruciating and painful hours afterwards...) you wander over to the gym and fall asleep by the poolside under the clear blue skies of Singaland. (of course, by the time you wake up hours later the sky looks like something out of a ghostbusters sequel, complete with cyclone in the sky and lightning bolts from the blue effects)
Twenty halfhearted laps later you wander off to get ready for The Post Production Party. (zhi yao wei ni huo yi tian)
It was actually pretty good, complete with seatwarmer clips from another promising fly-by-nighter (Who did the clip "Loser" for fly-by-night, and whose name evades me... but he is quite probably Singapore's next Jim Carey)
Somewhere between getting lost en-route to ground zero, free flow beer, "acceptance speeches" and dinner, and The Screening I can't help but notice just how large our cast and crew really was. There are still people showing up whose names I never caught, who smile at me, and who I smile at slightly blankly in return. There's even a mysterious celebrity blogger present, think he snuck in through the cat-flap...
Someone or other is late, and Kung Pao takes centre stage. (arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh) We don't even get treated to the matrix cow vs dork scene... just... a lot of bad lines and cheesy combat sequences.
Finally, with the arrival of the director of photography (a cinematic genius in the making) and the grizzled veteran cop (who was just plain late) the Screening commences, and its... well it looks just like the clip from the website, to be honest (viewable only in quicktime 7, or with the CCCP codec, thanks to randy's team picking the hardest damn format for a layperson to view - hmm? I wonder if they're getting sponsorship from apple.) but big-screen.
The out-takes are screened, and I laugh quietly to myself at how many more hours there must've been which aren't being shown.
As the event winds gradually down (with randy's eyes beginning to glaze over) I fear that my last-minute evening companion and her friends may be feeling neglected, and so we wander off - first toying with the idea of joining Zeus and his Lesbian French Kissing minions at Wala walas... (which put my evening companion off a little bit, I wonder why?) before finally berthing at our port of call, Balaclava for some quiet drinks, laughter, and chilling out.
And to end a near-perfect evening, bah ku teh somewhere out there near Zouk, in good company.
