2nd Birthday Treat: Scooby Doooo... ...Where are youu? Right here in Prangin. In celebration of Lee Syiong’s most celebrated day, me, Viknesk and a couple of Lee Syiong’s coleagues went for an early show. What stuns this author was that the flick was in fact, quite enjoyable. (Paralysing this blogger even more was that Lee Syiong readily sacrifices Ringgits for our glutton at KFC, but that’s another story). It is with regret that I held a grudge against real reel retakes of famous, nolstalgic animations. Cheap makeup and even shoddier quirks involving semi-nude actors and actresses wearing alluminium foils as ‘armour’ or characters supposedly ‘super’ clad in tight, colourful spandex that could make an amphibian’s skin seem coarse had done nothing but wreck this author’s ‘blissful’ childhood memories forever (That is, if you consider watching The Smurfs and Lil’ Miss Pony 5 days per week ‘blissful’. I must be in Eternia during those days!) Among more than ample examples are Viva Rock Vegas and Batman and Robin. (If it were to be my way, I would have Dr Freeze chill the Flinstones and George Cloony into 1 ringgit Popsicles sold in your nearest supermarket) Monsters Unleashed isn’t any Masters of the Universe (watching the latter could cause your korneas to elope). Its surreal,cartoonish flavour does not overtake the live action reality it’s set in. Not only that the various characters are vividly subjected to their very own distinct dillemas, thus fleshing them beyond their 2D counterparts’ stereotypes. (It should be noted that the cause of their very personal problems is an awareness of their own socially construed labels) Take Wilma, for example. Always encumbered by her supposedly nerd-like qualities, Wilma’s hopelessly incapable of being that glamourous, sociable cover girl the world always endow. Even liberating herself from her spectacles through an unforgettable (men would agree) latex suit which shows off her volumptious curves, singing hips, firm angled chests, enticingly demure shoulders, symetrical plump bottom, long slender legs and fair, pearly, slim arms doesn’t help her go far. (All that and she still has an issue with her looks? For Kimochi’s sake, what is wrong with the people behind this sequel?.The director must be gay) It turns out that her crush isn’t allured by her sudden change (He must, must be that gay) and chose to love the inner beauty of Wilma instead. Wilma gets the picture and decides that it is okay to be her normal, geeky self instead. (A great lost to mankind) There were still glitches, of course. With the exception of Wilma’s, the rest of the gang’s deep-seated predicaments weren’t really solved, but were left hanging In spite this,a talking dog and ‘those pesky, meddling kids’, Scooby Doo’s still a nice, decent take. It is with full gratitude to Lee Syiong that we were able to witness the immaculate procession of Wilma’s assets at its full disposal. With sheer delight we were spoilt, pampered, mellowed by the juicy, pulpy exteriors of a ripened virgin Venusian fruit with near exhibitionist tendencies, in which Lee Syiong had a way of attracting. Ronald truly is a babe magnet It is hopeful that instead of a guy who doesn’t know hot from cold, Lee Syiong might score in the next flirt by a totally unexpected chick. (Chelsia?) A final note: Wilma, stay really clear from Viks. Watching you in your best has made his amilase+air meliur dengan meliar. Trust me, it’s even more annoying than Scooby’s panting. 1st Friday Watch in Gurney: 18 ringgit Yes, you heard it right. A double digit deficit caused by an unintentional error. An error rooted in this author’s misunderstanding of time and cost. It was on a bright, sunny day that me and my tormentor Viks decided to have a go in the Gurney cineplex. As it was a bright sunny day, we played a gruelling football match in the morning before we went for a show. It must also be because of the hot gleaming sun that we spent nearly a significant ammount of our pocket money for allegedly quality entertainment. It was 2.00pm in the afternoon. As since our dear Viks was concerned of time and Goh’s apparent mood for something artsy yet economical, we decided to enter the Golden Screens under the tickets of The Cup. After a quick cut at the ticket’s counter, we entered the theartre, slowly creeping in, respectful of a ready crowd who came from far and wide to see this ’98 classic. It was of total suprise, at least to this blogger, that there were only four fans other than us in it. Four is not a crowd, for Thierry Henry’s sake! It wouldn’t even sum as an illegal gathering! How outrageous for a citizen of an authoritarian country! Even though we felt an urge to flee, as our spider senses awere tingling with images of snooze inducing moments, we stood (more like we sat) through thinking that its fate we were here. After all, we payed for it. We took our seats and remain respectfully quiet, low-key. Then, the proverbial curtains (methophorically speaking ) were withdrawn. Slowly, the yellow monochromatic headlights were dimmed from faint to mute. All went silent, only a slight subtle whirl was heard by sensitive ears. It was the sound of the projector, its motors churning, sublimely clanking to rotate the first round of reel. The relative calm was disturbed by a strong booming gush. Rumbles of a raging rush, wobbling richly and resonantly into the room, pass from one end to the other. The woofers were shrieking mad with surround Dolby stereoscopic sounds. Suddenly, the nylon laced screen was filled with a bright, illuminated patch ingrained with only lofty images, slowly but surely growing in size. Our eyes were blurred, vagued, by the enveloping surge of clear white luster.There, the moment of truth was with us, the sense of our paved ringgit was abound. The first scenes were to bare. The anticipation was nude. The restlessness was real. Hearts were pounding. Hands were shaking. Lastly, the portrait was into being and we saw... A truck in an ulu prairie? Wow. What enticement. 9 ringgit for a moving truck in some lalang coated country. Smart move. It is said a book should never be judged by its cover. However, if it were to take account our 5 second attention spans, the former axiom should be false. In every general case, my fair colleagues and me have always have a need for searing sensuous scenes involving anything explosive and anybody erotic. In other words, our tastes involve a requirement for the adjectives ‘Too Fast Too Furious’. (yes, in capital letters, that is how much we need, in AXN terminology, ‘the buzz’) If our urges were to go further, we would be found in the nearest public toilet wrecked, with urine and saliva soaking, saturating our ragged, ravaged attire. On a closer look, our dear readers would have noticed our eyeballs pulsating violently mimicking the movements of independent gas particles (Hukum Brown) Constant, continuing consumption of esctasy pills have caused even the most venomous rat poisons harmless to our immune systems. To be continued...