I am film student, hear me roar!

Please read this before you comment.

And then tell me whether it makes sense.

Ask anyone involved in film and they’ll tell you that Malaysia cannot support the local film industry. According to the esteemeed minister, he says that out of 15 films, only one is local. Before we talk about the extreme lopsidedness of it, let me point out the reason why local films do not make it in Malaysia. Not from the fact that it is being produced, but why if you show a local film, producers cannot survive. That’s why we import foreign films in the first place.

1. Censorship. This is such an old thing that I refuse to write anything more about it. If you guys insist though, I will. But later.

2. The locally produced movies, with the exception of Sepet tend to be these kinds of Malay sappy love stories that do not make any chronological sense.

3. The ones that do make sense, often do not find enough viewers here to warrant more than a 2 week showing (Sepet was lucky, it got one month, I think). Mainly because the Malaysian public don’t watch locally produced movies.

4. I have no idea what I’m rambling about. Oh, maybe they should do this: They should force these idiots to watch the local films and then decide whether to impose a levy. Most local films are substandard, and it will take me a lot to watch them.

Misc Update (Crossposted to MN)

  • Thanks to my baby, I now have Yuutsu Na Seven Days in my head. Here’s the clincher: I now have a chapter for Nano dedicated to that song running through my head. Got to go and scold the muses again.
  • Congratulations to Malar for appearing in the Star’s KL Metro section!!! That one’s for the Piala Seri Endon. ^_^
  • I realise that I don’t like a certain colleague because she reminds me of someone.
  • I know that I find another friend annoying because while he can be late, Bee can’t. Wonder if he has consideration for anyone else but himself.
  • I love Leo/Serge. Don’t ask me why, I just do.
  • Bee’s 21st BDAY present is most likely going to be Desperate Housewives and downloads. ^_^
  • Seriously…

    Someone needs to explain to me just what is going on. One minute I’m on top of the world, the next, there’s a heaviness in me that makes me want to scream.

    I don’t know what’s going on. I’m not even going to try and pretend that I have the faintest inkling. What I will admit is that I don’t know. And for the One this is directed to, You know this is serious. What *exactly* is it that You want me to do? What do You want me to carry out?

    Is this a revelation? Is this the path You want me to take? I’m going to come straight out and ask then “WHERE IS THIS TAKING ME?”

    Honestly, half the time I don’t even know You. You string me along, and I like the ride. But (there’s always a BUT, and we BOTH know that) I want to know where I’m going and why. I’m sorry if I seem so demanding today, but for a more open relationship (well, You did hit me over the head with that Warren piece You know) THIS is the only way I know how.

    Bitterness is a fruit I can’t let go.

    Another waiting for class…

    I came across my old mythology notes that I had made one hot afternoon in the library. I remember the willies that crawled up my spine when I was reading the Egyptian Mythology section, and then I read the other notes I made.

    It dawned on me that no matter what, it’s better to go for books on certain subjects than to rely on the Internet, because the amount of information found on the net can be so staggering that we lose sight of it all.

    Oh well. Back to class I go.