Seen any movies lately? Because I had. Not only one, but five! With two on birthdays! With certain help from CK, I got a bonus along with these watchings: DVD Marathons! My eyes must really be strained! Reddish dots, representing clots of blood jammed after long term exposure should unearth on my korneas lately. Yet, astonishingly, my composure during the sessions remained steadfast and fresh. Why then, didn’t my eyes gone kaput? For good reason they should have, especially since they’re rated 18-SX and 20-GOH. Got the initials? The reasons for such composure are found in on combinations of two words, each for every movie sessions that we have. 1st Movie Marathon, the magic words: Scary Movie. It isn’t that it was good, not even (definitely not!) decent. With its harpings and takes on grotesque, Viknesk-laden body parts and their excretions, it is surely not of this author’s taste. Imagine this: genitalia bashing, toilet craved strings with continual plays on sexual dysfunction and idiosyncrasy. In other words, Scary Movie was scary. It isn’t that I have a distaste for such brands of humour. It isn’t a trait for Goh here to be in any particular way gentlemanly or in a stronger wording, civilised. For the uninitiated, you’re talking about a guy who sniffs pepper to induce a level 9 sneeze with saliva projectiles ready. ‘Nostrils’ and ‘shabby’ don’t come along together everyday, you know. It is just that Scary Movie’s flabby. The humour just isn’t, well, sophisticated. All it does is expose some nuts and boobs in some ‘quirky’ fashion and calls it a ‘joke’.Pretentious! A boy crying ‘Penis!’ doesn’t really fool anybody (with exception to my ‘clique’)into laughing. Being exhibitionalist makes it all the worse. Looking at someone else’s ding dongs (even though they’re made up of cheap play-doh) up close and personal isn’t what you may call ‘taste’. It gets even more horrible when the ding dongs became homicidal. As so, what’s with it when its so, so bad. The redeeming factor, my readers, is not with me but with my so-called film enthusiasts. For unknown reasons, it makes well-mannered, courteous individuals into feral, restless chimpanzees with a reputation for high pitch shrieks. Leading that path down to George, George, George of the Jungle was Viknesk, Viknesk, Viknesk of Darsh. Isn’t it engaging to witness a fairly respectful, upright man with an IQ of 135 doing an impression of Cheetah in heat? Darsh would be wooed. While I might have been content with a big, sickening smile in being a fellow observer while my other ‘wild’ kins go ‘free willy’* over ‘free willy’**, the temptation of participating is strong. So, there’s it. The reason why Scary Movie’s the code to a happy day. It may not make dudes and dudettes hot chicks like in Dude, but it gives an even better glaze: that of making you and your friends act silly. Dude, sweet! A list of other DVDs: Scary Movie 3, Johny English and Dude, Where’s My Car? 1st Birthday Treat:Jennifer Aniston J.A says it all. The marvel of the celluloid screen without any, thank Kee Chai, cellulites. Nothing’s airbrushed, photoshoped. Just a born beauty, flinging her long silky blonde hair while it sways in the wind. Immaculate. Divine... ...just wish she wasn’t hooked to Ben Stiller though. Along Came Polly, that was our fair game for my birthday. In the roll, Ben Stiller plays a control freak, aptly working his guts as a risk accessment consultant. Everything was just in place, until a french dude arrived and went with his fry too far, breaking Ben’s carefully planned nuptial ‘bliss’ in disaray. Then came along J.A. J.A being the total opposite of Ben with her scruffy sense of life took Ben along the way and made not only him her boyfriend but also a salsa king. Regardless of their differences, both lived happily ever after, in love and unwed. A short sypnosis. An even shorter movie. Nonetheless, every second was sensuous, serving a sacred slate of Jennifer Aniston’s stunning self. Squat was she slept sizzlingly with Safety Stiller. Sucks sassily. After viewing Polly, this blogger learned another one of life’s lessons. No matter what happens, Lee Syiong will always get the girls, especially the ones worthy of the title ‘Goddess’. (There goes Melon) Just wish I was more like suave son Syiong and less seasoned sucker Soonli. *activity done by comatose deprived Party Animals, not hot chicks **‘Cuban Cigar with Rambutans as side order’, hot chick attraction To Be Continued.... feedback