Satisfying

This is the first free weekend in 3 months. It's been an awful mental-taxing 3. Although my mind is clearer after Tokyo, I intend to prolong my self-indulging acts a little bit more, just to be sure that I'm back on track.

Indulgence first:
Day dream of Tokyo Top Secret.

Indulgence second:
J-Pop and Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
Urban Creatures resin creation

Indulgence third:
The search for Michael Lau

Indulgence forth:
Jane Birkin and Paolo Nutini
A cosmic exchange with my other twin in Shanghai

Indulgence five:
Movie marathon with buddy Gavin Lee. This trip is worth the mention because I've abstained from these 2 directors for a year and half. Oddly, they intimidate me. To watch their films in one night is awkward, but I enjoyed the surreality. I feel light like an after-joint high.


9.30pm: I hesitated at first because it's Michel Gondry. Eternal Sunshine left me with few nights of unimaginable sleep. I took 6 attempts and 2 years to finish the entire film because my little mind refuse to accept the story. However, Science of Sleep is a pleasant surprise. I wish I have the wit to write scripts like this. My favourite line is "Distraction is the construction of destruction". Stephane reminds me of Toru Watanabe, Haruki Murakami's character in Norwegian Woods (I don't know why since they have nothing in common) Overall, it's good because I have't have a hearty laugh since ...?


1.00am: I Don't Want to Sleep Alone. I like the romantic notion of watching a Tsai Ming Liang film at 1am with no expectation. This piece is one of the more "entertaining" piece, compared to the river and the time. Maybe it's the big screen - nothing beats the art on a big screen. His composition is apt, his characters ruthless and the choice of songs...wow. My favourite scene is below. I wish that I'm on it too, floating away on the mattress with them.


Do you think directors set expectations on their audience? I'm sure they want more than just 'wow'.