I was too overwhelmed by the Force 2 weekends ago not to have mentioned the other movie that I had mindlessly caught on an early Saturday morning in Hong Kong. The film left such a big question mark in my mind after it ended that I was trying to figure out why they bothered showing it in the first place. I've blogged this after chancing upon a commentary about this movie in the New Paper today, which I totally endorsed word-for-word.
Eros is a trilogy of mini-movies directed by 3 critically acclaimed (read: arty-f*rty) directors from different corners of the world: Asia, America and Europe. Being an on-again, off-again movie buff, I've always been rather enthusiastic in catching movies that were either non-blockbuster types or from various continents of the world. The fusion of different cultures' perspective on eros seemed like an interesting concept at first glance. Wong Kar Wai's The Hand started off pretty promising, with nuances of unrequited love and tragi-comedy typical of his previous work, about a tailor who gets a hand in helping to master his craft. Literally. Steven Soderbergh's tale of a troubled salesman seeking therapy for his unfathomable dreams with a voyeuristic shrink ends rather abruptly, leaving one to wonder where the eros theme was addressed in the midst of the confusion. Don't get me started on the last piece by some Italian director whose name is as mind-boggling as the story he weaves. It seemed like a pointless attempt to get some dark-haired actresses to shed their clothes (or exposing bits while having lunch in a see-through top) 80% of the time and spout pseudo-poetic love rantings for a very unattractive actor.
Ultimately, this is just an opinion of whether one should spend their money on a movie just for a theme that is meant to trigger viewer interest out of sheer curiosity. It is currently showing in Singapore and I'm pretty sure many more will echo the same sentiment. That it wouldn't do justice to the 9 dollars and time spent in the cinema.
Need Prozac? Carry on reading for an alternative cure.
I've Been..
Satisfying the wanderlust fascination.
Slacking.
Sleeping.
Shopping (wayyyyyyyyyyy too much).
Reading NW, Famous and 8 Days voraciously.
Chillin' with a pint of good beer or latte.
Indulging in purposeful conversation.
Otherwise, I'm happy for you to leave me alone.