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Guilty, Cat-Eating Wench, Nakagawa Shouku... EXPOSED!

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Two days ago, I found out about Japan Probe's Delicious cats! entry via BoingBoing , which has some rather, ah, disturbing photos of a cute Japanese girl pretending to eat her cat. We have since dubbed her 'the guilty, cat-eating wench' thanks to a comment at Japan Probe's entry. [1:10:01 AM] Swifty says: by the way, guilty cat-eating wench is an idoru [1:10:08 AM] Justin says: Who? [1:10:18 AM] Swifty says: that guilty, cat-eating wench

Haruki Murakami And Creative Expression. 'Our' Generation vs. 'Their' Generation.

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The following MSN conversation occurred last night while Justin and I were working on the previous Haruki Murakami Is Wrong! entry. As you can see, we aren't some mindlessly insecure, whiny bigots who take pleasure in blindly bashing a famed literary figure just to make ourselves feel better. An earnest and intelligent discourse WAS exchanged between Justin and I prior to posting the entry. Once again, it's profanity-laced, so don't read if you don't want to defile your virgin eyes.

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE is funny and touching

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Little Miss Sunshine was a film I watched just a few days after The Devil Wears Prada (my Anne Hathaway-centric review here). A charming gem of a film (... charming gem of a film? Man, I sound like those middle-aged critics now!) that was this summer's surprise hit, I was unable to write a review for it because, well, seriously, there's nothing much for me to say. I liked it very much, I enjoyed it greatly, both moving and funny, the film wasn't a life-altering experience, but there's really no flaws I can point out.

If Ian McEwan's SATURDAY becomes a movie, this is my dream cast

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I picked up Ian McEwan's Saturday after I finished Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go ( check out my review ) two weeks ago, eager for another quick read. As mentioned in my previous book review, I bought this in a '3 books for the price of 2' deal, along with Never Let Me Go and Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love In The Time Of Cholera (*sigh* the mere mention of this book makes me want to swoon like a lovelorn virginal teen girl), so I had no prior expectations of it at all, and neither have I actually read anything by Ian McEwan. After the sense of hopelessness and resigned helplessness I felt from reading Never Let Me Go, I was desperate for some fastpaced action, some intensity, something to neutralize that lingering feeling. Knowing that the entire novel takes place in the span of a Saturday, I decided to read Saturday , praying for some explosions and humour that can appease the uncultured bloodmonger in me, well, not really, but that, along with Margaret

DEVIL WEARS PRADA. Anne Hathaway.

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I've always been secretly in love with Anne Hathaway after watching The Princess Diaries . Those big doe-like eyes, so mesmerizing, so hypnotizing! That smile, so dazzling that the radiance of the afternoon sun would've paled in comparison, that beauty, so indescribably great that watching something like The Princess Diaries was like a life-altering experience, albeit a life-altering experience kept a secret until this very day. I was 17 then, but I would remain bewitched for nearly half a decade.

EGO-WRAPPIN'

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Sometime during 2002 (or was it 2003?), disillusioned with annoyingly underaged pop groups and still dealing with the heartbreaking disband of his much beloved SPEED , the Great Swifty, who suffered from Erotomania, lost faith in mainstream Japanese pop, and experimented with the non-mainstream, into what is generally referred to as Contemporary Japanese Groove Music (their jazz stuff).

Jorge Luis Borges - Labyrinths

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Enough has been said and written about Jorge Luis Borges that you don't need to take it from me. Whatever I can possibly say about Borges's writing will automatically be swept under in the mass of history and commentary attached to him; in the same way that I'd hesitate to directly review Joyce, Faulkner, Nabokov, or Proust, (except perhaps to offer the heresy of a negative critique) so Borges presents something of a problem: writing this review almost feels superfluous; you probably already know and love his writing. Or maybe not; maybe I'm being falsely modest; maybe this review will be the one that convinces you to run out and buy his books as soon as possible .I hope so, since this is the only reason I'm writing it: to whore out Borges so he can give you the same intensely beautiful mindfuck he just gave me.

Stanley Kubrick Marathon!

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It had always been embarrassing back then, to admit to people that I've never seen a single Stanley Kubrick film before ( Artificial Intelligence: A.I doesn't count). Harbouring such a shameful secret, how can I even call myself a lifelong film buff, let alone a filmmaker?

Visiting Fremantle Beach, An Unexpectedly Romantic Place.

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Can't write much, I'm in the midst of a Stanley Kubrick marathon (just watched A Clockwork Orange , currently watching Barry Lyndon while typing out this post) as the professor of my Advanced Screen Production unit said last week that referencing his films would be useful when directing my own Girl Disconnected . (Yes, surprisingly, I haven't seen a single Kubrick film before, except for three quarters of Eyes Wide Shut few weeks ago on television) Therefore, I'll be posting photos of Fremantle beach that I took on the 9th of October, when I was doing my location hunting. A nice-looking beach was crucial for my film, and I wrote my script with the Fremantle beach in mind after visiting it for the very first time few months ago (check out the video here, I went there with Justin and a bunch of cute Japanese girls... and guy, from Himeji, Japan). Why a beach? I didn't grow up living near a beach, and besides some vague memories of my childhood when I last vis

ZONE

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The appeal of ZONE isn't difficult to explain: girls with guitars. This simple, retardedly awesome premise lies behind much of the popularity of Shonen Knife , the 5 6 7 8's , and uh...in a different genre, Sleater-Kinney and L7 . But the one thing uniting those fairly disparate bands is that they're all - to a greater or lesser extent - PUNK.*

Defending THE DEPARTED

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I ranted about how people were being too negative against Hollywood remakes last week in my The Lake House review , It's absurd to see how many people have long decided that The Departed would suck despite the fact that it has Martin Scorsese directing, and having big-name cast members like Jack Nicholson, Leonardo DiCaprio, Matt Damon, Martin Sheen, Mark Wahlberg and Alec Baldwin in it. To the asian movie lovers, this is a sign of Hollywood 'running out of ideas', and in desperation, that had to 'remake' Asian films. Like duh, as if Asian films don't 'borrow' from Hollywood films at all. It's unfair to compare a film with its remake, just like how I usually don't review a film by comparing it to its source material. But alas this how a lot of people will review The Departed, and you'll hear things like: