Yearly Archives: 2003

I'll Take The Win

I final­ly beat Pat at table ten­nis, although he was run­ning on fif­teen hours of sleep over the last three days due to four midterms. I real­ized that I was let­ting him play offen­sive­ly when I was adapt­ing to his game, instead of play­ing more aggres­sive than him, forc­ing him to be defen­sive which is his weak point. It’s tricky play­ing him because he uses a strong and pow­er­ful fore­hand grip that lim­its his back­hand capa­bil­i­ties, but plays most­ly off his back­hand. I end up hav­ing to adapt to his unique shots every time I face him. I can feel myself improv­ing, espe­cial­ly the con­sis­ten­cy and spin of my serves, which is always a good thing.

Worthy Exchange

This was not what I meant to talk about tonight.

There are too many…frustrating peo­ple to deal with late­ly. So many things piss me off, man­i­fest­ed in so many dif­fer­ent ways through dif­fer­ent per­son­al­i­ties. I’ve nev­er real­ly liked peo­ple in gen­er­al, which has usu­al­ly made it hard for me to make friends, although this has caused any actu­al friend­ships to be rather sol­id. I’m start­ing to believe that “hate” isn’t too strong a word. Even though I feel like I’ve been able to come a long way in my tol­er­ance of oth­ers and of the human race in gen­er­al, there are still times when I feel like putting an axe through some­one’s head.

Everywhere I go in every­thing I do, I run into at least one per­son I can’t stand. I can’t begin to explain myself, because every time I try I get flus­tered. Even at the table ten­nis club, when all I want to do is for­get every­thing and focus on a sin­gle goal, I run into annoy­ing, cocky, social rejects. Even when I sim­ply try to relax and hang out with my friends, there are peo­ple there who just seem cre­at­ed to rub me the wrong way.

It’s all made me appre­ci­ate the friend­ships I do have. Even when I think of all the vex­ing sit­u­a­tions peo­ple put me in, I feel I have lit­tle to com­plain about. My clos­est friends com­plete­ly make up for the fuck­ing idiots I have to deal with all the time.

Sometimes, that’s just hard to keep in mind.

Kill Bill: A Review

I was a lit­tle dis­ap­point­ed by Kill Bill, and I did­n’t even go into the the­atre expect­ing too much. The main prob­lem was the fact that the fight­ing was bor­ing. Everything was shot too close up to tell what was going on and the angles changed too much (all to hide the fact that the actors and actress­es don’t actu­al­ly know how to fight — where­as Uma may have tak­en months of train­ing, actors in true Hong Kong fight­ing movies have tak­en a life­time). The cam­era was just way too close to the action so every­one just looked like they were swing­ing katanas around with­out see­ing any actu­al tech­nique. I felt like the fight­ing was too sim­ple, unsat­is­fy­ing and anti­cli­mac­tic; the pro­tag­o­nist sim­ply kills each per­son with one final blow. I would rather have her adjust to each char­ac­ters’ fight­ing style and adapt her abil­i­ties in an intel­li­gent man­ner. The clas­sic “good guy los­es at first then fig­ures out a weak­ness and wins in the end” could have been tak­en from. A good exam­ple would be in Return of the Dragon where Bruce Lee switch­es up his fight­ing style against the big boss or the famous final mir­ror scene in Enter the Dragon where he puts the last boss at a dis­ad­van­tage by smash­ing in all the mir­rors. When the action, which is sup­posed to be the main part of the movie, isn’t very good the film falls flat.

The revenge scenes did­n’t have too much of a lead-up either, caus­ing them to be rather point­less. There were no training/practicing scenes, no test of abil­i­ties before fight­ing, and a rather shal­low “get sword” prepa­ra­tion, caus­ing there to be no real dri­ve for the pro­tag­o­nist to kill, oth­er than what we were told about her attempt­ed mur­der. It all made the fight­ing not as sat­is­fy­ing as it could have been, which was sup­posed to be anoth­er big draw of the film.

I did enjoy the hom­mage to Game of Death (a very sim­i­lar revenge movie) with the yel­low jump­suit and the trib­ute to Darren Aronofsky’s orig­i­nal cam­era work in the lead up to the lethal injec­tion scene. There was one extreme­ly chal­leng­ing shot in the club that went on for about a minute, rem­i­nis­cent of what P.T. Anderson does in the first five min­utes of Boogie Nights, although Anderson is much bet­ter at it (a dozen char­ac­ters, mul­ti­ple floors and rooms with­out cheat­ing in an open stu­dio). I enjoyed the gory humour and Tarantino’s exces­sive wit, pos­si­bly the best thing of the movie. My favourite part is when O‑Ren Ishii per­forms to-rei.

Kill Bill was sup­posed to draw from Hong Kong action cin­e­ma, but it end­ed up just being a movie with Tarantino style and some bor­ing action thrown in. If I want­ed to see a grit­ty Hong Kong action movie, I’d rather watch Hard Boiled. If I want­ed to see authen­tic Chinese weapon fight­ing and mar­tial arts, I’d rather watch Shaolin Temple. If I want­ed to see a sat­is­fy­ing revenge movie, I’d rather watch Titus. If I want­ed to watch some sick and gory ani­me, I’d rather watch Kite. If I want­ed to see a movie with Tarantino styling, I’d rather watch Pulp Fiction. All the parts of the movie that are sup­posed to be good have been done bet­ter else­where. The film draws from lot of things, but does­n’t excel in any area. There’s no doubt in my mind that Tarantino is a born direc­tor, but he has­n’t devel­oped a decent action style yet. The movie is worth watch­ing once sim­ply because he’s the direc­tor, but a sec­ond view­ing is rather unnec­es­sary.

Recollecting The Modesty Of Conviviality

You’re sit­ting inside the local Timmies, when you can see the driz­zling rain com­ing down from the black sky through the win­dow. The work­ers are in the back where you can’t see them, but you can hear them talk about mind­less sub­jects, con­ver­sa­tion to pass the grave­yard shift. Soft, com­pla­cent music plays all around you, drown­ing out the silence but numb­ing you to sound. A group of four males in their late twen­ties sits at anoth­er table, there for a mid­night snack, dressed in their dark rain clothes. A cou­ple shares a table by the win­dow, both bare­ly talk­ing, sim­ply look­ing out­side.

There are three oth­er peo­ple at your square table, where the seats piv­ot on a pole and feel hard but com­fort­able. You feel at ease, as if you can say any­thing both in and out of char­ac­ter and not wor­ry about what oth­ers think. You relax enough to cachin­nate inclement­ly, to speak rib­ald mat­ters, to not speak at all. You let down your guard, some­thing that rarely hap­pens even in close com­pa­ny, but you feel vul­ner­a­ble but safe.

The con­ver­sa­tion is bal­anced and the pace is just right. You’re filled with jocun­di­ty and wish the feel­ing would­n’t stop as soon as you step back out­side into the rain. This sim­ple sit­u­a­tion has put you in good spir­its. You won­der if you’ll ever get to do this again and feel the same way. You hope that fate will place you here again in the future.

With your friends on a chilly fall night.