FLOATING SUN took only two days to shoot, and perhaps a few days to edit. But the process of trying to perfect it had been rather exhausting. The colour grading, the audio mixing, the music, they were tricky, because I am working on a genre that I wasn't exactly familiar with. The entire month of July has passed by without me noticing. The film is finally done. In case you don't know, FLOATING SUN is part of a horror omnibus produced by James Lee called 3 DOORS OF HORROR. The other two directors participating in this are Ng Ken Kin and Leroy Low. Yesterday, James finally posted the trailer of 3 DOORS OF HORROR, and it looks pretty great!
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On the 28 and 29th of June, I was shooting my new short film, FLOATING SUN, which is part of the HUNGRY GHOST FESTIVAL: 3 DOORS OF HORROR omnibus project produced by James Lee. The other two directors, Ng Ken Kin and Leroy Low had long finished their segments, so it was up to me to ensure that I wouldn't screw up. Once again, my cinematographer was Lesly Leon Lee, who shot my first two short films CHICKEN RICE MYSTERY (2008) and LOVE SUICIDES (2009), and later, my one-minute Prada short film " NOW ". Because of this, I couldn't help but find myself comparing the current film shoot with those from 5 years ago. One of the biggest differences nowadays is the advent of social media and smart phone technology. Cast and crew members can now easily live-tweet/ live-blog/ live-facebook/ live-whatever the entire process of the shoot. Of course, being generally open to such things, I agreed to let everyone post up videos or photos of the shoot as long as I look flatt
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You might not have heard of the Japanese writer Mieko Kanai (金井美恵子), but she wrote the short story "The Moon" that inspired my short film "LAST FRAGMENTS OF WINTER". I stumbled upon her works by accident. It was September 2010. My uncle (father's younger brother) passed away suddenly, my parents, who were in Tokyo with me for my graduation ceremony, had to fly back to Malaysia immediately. I was left alone in the hotel that my parents were supposed to stay for a few more days. Overwhelmed by solitude, I went to my favourite Aoyama Book Center in Roppongi, hoping to distract my mind with literature. Going through the shelf, "THE WORD BOOK" by Mieko Kanai, a collection of her short stories, caught my eye. Maybe it was the cover. THE WORD BOOK came out in the 70s, but it only just got translated into English that year. I flipped through the book, went through some stories, and found myself captivated by the imagery of her dream-like tales. I d