Archive for August, 2017

john cho in columbus

Sunday, August 13th, 2017


One of my dear friends A. thought I should see the film “Columbus” starring John Cho, a picture about two people meet who meet in a hospital, waiting around for their parents to…die (sorry, I did watch the movie or read reviews. I am kind of just winging it.) They bond in a way strangers randomly can and transcend the pain of their circumstances by being around spectacular architecture. Anyway, my friend recommended the film to me saying it really reminded him of me, and I said, i could see why. I also think all those themes would resonate with me, which is why I need to flee from such a film. I’m really at a point in life where I only want to see pictures of hot (diverse) models shooting at zombies.

Still, I’m glad, of course, such films exist, and I want stars like John Cho to succeed cuz I’m greedy for Asian representation. He seems like such a nice fellow in this interview, which basically summarizes his passion for projects like “Columbus.” He says he wants to keep doing projects of this caliber and expresses that he would happily work with this director for the rest of his career. It struck me as so idealistic. I think I had similar feelings about art when I was in my twenties, but so many things have happened since then, including rejection, intense life events, that have changed my appetite for projects that exhume the travails of the human condition to much lighter fare. Like I’m really not up for tapping into the bone marrow of life to really capture some hard truth about life.

Of course, if you’re a star, you’ve had a very fortunate life and maybe not had the setbacks that help shape a more cynical (or I think realistic) life philosophy, and who knows if interviews really present people’s real personalities. It seems like a Faustian bargain to me once you make it in the movies…but enough of this yammering.

JUST BRING ME HOT ZOMBIES!!

joke fail

Sunday, August 13th, 2017

I remember visiting my mom at work when I was seven and this other little boy Ernie, a bit younger than me, was also visiting that day. He had short, well-kept hair, a side part, he was filipino as well as seriously adorable. Someone in the elevator asked Ernie how old he was, and his response was “I’m a hundred years old!” He then folded his hands behind his back and beamed a perfect smile, causing an uproar of appreciate laughter in the elevator. I observed this whole scene and studied the joke, timing, body language, etc. Later that day, I got my shot. One of my mom’s co-workers asked how old I was and blurted out with complete excitement “YOU’RE A HUNDRED YEARS OLD!”

Silence.

Awkwardness.

For years, I would review, what had I done wrong? What had Ernie done differently? Was he just simply more adorable and earned his positive reaction from the smile alone? It was only later on that I remembered the work choice and I ended up insulting the adult instead of enhancing my own cuteness. So embarrassing.

As an adult, I still foul jokes by verbal missteps. With jokes, you have to be careful not only with word choice but timing, sometimes tone, etc. You can’t want to tell it too much.

I also remember from that visit to Mom’s work place someone had bought me a huge slice of chocolate cake from the cafeteria, and I politely refused it, ever mindful of limiting my sugar in-take since I was hearing about my weight ad nauseum from my mother. I was just sitting there drawing pictures of waitresses taking orders, but really, just thinking about that damn cake the entire time, until finally, when I thought no one was looking, I quietly lifted the cellophane and took a big bite. The guy who bought me the cake saw me and burst out into laughter. Busted.

So I did earn a huge laugh that day after all.