perched on a chair in my pop's living room (he is NEVER home - he's always spending time with his babe) flicking through the cable channels. i landed on sundance once again. i saw in a matter of moments they were going to show a documentary called the lady in question is?charles busch. i had seen a couple of things he did (including the wonderful die mommie die). hmmmm i only watched about 20 minutes of the doc - i had to run but i DO plan on watching the rest as soon as i can.
while i was waiting in those moments BEFORE the lady in question, sundance ran a short by royston tan called Hock hiap leong .
oh my goddess, it was grand! certainly NOT what i expected AT ALL. it started with a beautiful young man seated at a table in a coffee shop. he was bent over from the waist and a voice over started. there were other diners at other tables and you could see a couple cooking and the coffee shop owner singing (oddly) by his cigarette stand. the voice over talked about how the young man enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the coffee shop. how it reminded him of his youth. how even those that were related to him (the couple cooking i believe were supposed to be some relation to the young man) knew him the least. then slowly the camera focused on bits of food and things the cooks were doing; chopping vegetables, heating noodles, wooden crates in a corner. it was slow but it was lovely, nice. an enjoyable watch
all of a sudden, at almost the four minute mark (the movie is all of six or seven minutes), the camera pans back to the young man, slightly bent over at his table. he sits straight up. music comes on. he starts lip syncing to some 60s hipster song about cha cha-ing (i think. who the HELL KNOWS what it was about). oh did i forget to mention, the voice over was in chinese with subtitles. the song was also in chinese NO subtitles. then, a bunch of bee-hived babes appear as do some of the men that were working in the restaurant along with others who were not. they're bopping with umbrellas and without umbrellas and DANCING (well, i don't know what else to call it) and jiving. oh my oh my oh my. i LOVED it.
should you ever get the chance DO watch it. i'm sorry i ruined the surprise though
sundance channel
while i was waiting in those moments BEFORE the lady in question, sundance ran a short by royston tan called Hock hiap leong .
oh my goddess, it was grand! certainly NOT what i expected AT ALL. it started with a beautiful young man seated at a table in a coffee shop. he was bent over from the waist and a voice over started. there were other diners at other tables and you could see a couple cooking and the coffee shop owner singing (oddly) by his cigarette stand. the voice over talked about how the young man enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the coffee shop. how it reminded him of his youth. how even those that were related to him (the couple cooking i believe were supposed to be some relation to the young man) knew him the least. then slowly the camera focused on bits of food and things the cooks were doing; chopping vegetables, heating noodles, wooden crates in a corner. it was slow but it was lovely, nice. an enjoyable watch
all of a sudden, at almost the four minute mark (the movie is all of six or seven minutes), the camera pans back to the young man, slightly bent over at his table. he sits straight up. music comes on. he starts lip syncing to some 60s hipster song about cha cha-ing (i think. who the HELL KNOWS what it was about). oh did i forget to mention, the voice over was in chinese with subtitles. the song was also in chinese NO subtitles. then, a bunch of bee-hived babes appear as do some of the men that were working in the restaurant along with others who were not. they're bopping with umbrellas and without umbrellas and DANCING (well, i don't know what else to call it) and jiving. oh my oh my oh my. i LOVED it.
should you ever get the chance DO watch it. i'm sorry i ruined the surprise though
sundance channel
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