It’s only fitting that, after a marathon of Sex and the City movies back-to-back last weekend that I blog about my very own Sex and the City moment in Morocco.
For the uninformed, the second movie of the highly successful stories of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda, while was about Abu Dhabi – the “new” Middle East – the movie was mostly shot in Morocco, spread over a couple of cities. When I planned my trip to the North African country last year, many of my friends thought it was in honour of the movie.
Truth to be told, I had no idea until a few days before I was to leave for my holiday.
How uninformed I was! So while at Marrakech, having some off hours free in the afternoon, we decided to visit Hotel Amanjena, the beautiful palace-like hotel where Sex and the City 2 was shot at.
The hotel was located some 10 km away from the medina of Marrakech (where we were staying at), and apparently no metered taxi will venture that far out. So we booked one. And upon arriving, the kind English-speaking concierge told us that we had better book the taxi for the return trip, for none will come this way. And so we did.
Was the hassle worth it? You bet. Upon knowing that we were from Singapore, the concierge wondered if we were “mystery shoppers” (the hotel was, apparently, operated by some company from Singapore), and proceeded to offer us a complimentary tour around the sprawling complex.
I’ll not pretend that I am a fan of comic, especially not the Marvel. While my childhood friends starve themselves silly to save up their miserable stipends for shiny, glossy comic books, I was more contend with a full stomach and a hearty (read: thicker than average) library book.
So when my better half treated me to watch Captain America, I went with an open mind.
At this point I bet you think I would say Captain America blown my mind (my style of writing is, if nothing else, a tad predictable). Only it did not, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the show. Who doesn’t enjoy a from-zero-to-hero tale of a Brooklyn boy whom, by a stroke of scientific genius, turned from a scrawny boy with a big heart to a shield-wielding super hero, still with the same big heart, only now with bigger muscles?
I remember that moment vividly. It was in 2001. I was done with my working day (I was an attachment student then) and walked into a book store, carelessly picked up the third book of Harry Potter, wondering what was the fuss all about.
Fast forward ten years. Seven books, eight movies, countless hours spent rereading the entire series from the first to the last page, endless tears coursing down my cheek as scene after gripping scene tugged at my heartstring, the adventure ended.
Let me start by saying there is no spoiler ahead in this blog post.
Well, not that much of a spoiler anyway. Disney tried-and-proven formula of the good guys winning over the bad guys worked time and time again, and Kungfu Panda 2 wasn’t an exception. There was more than a touch of Harry Potter to it. Fat Bo, the panda finally learned about the prophecy which led to him having a goose for a father and a showdown with an unlikely villain in the shape of an arrogant peacock.
Together with the faithful five, Bo was so comical throughout that the moments of hilarity wasn’t short in supply. The 3D effect was stunning and one of the best I have seen so far.
On a side note… for this movie, I watched the movie in Cantonese, and with someone named Bo too.
I contemplated for a grand total of 12 hours if I should be blogging about this movie. The sci-fi fanatic in me caved in to my more critical side, so excuse me if the piece seems somewhat incoherent to your own experience watching Skyline, the latest B-grade movie with a “modest” budget of 10 million bucks.
Harry Potter’s 7th installment, The Deathly Hallows, hit the cinemas in Singapore yesterday afternoon. Fans of Potter throughout the tiny island, I am sure, rejoiced in unison as the Boy Who Lived once again graced the silver screen.
But not me. Why? Because I am stuck here in Hong Kong. And to rub salt to my wound, the first part of the epic finale will only show here on 16 December, almost one whole month from today.
Injustice, this was. So spare me of any spoilers while I wallow in misery watching the trailers instead.
The Day After Tomorrow. I remember now why I love it so much.
It was in 2004 when I first caught the movie in cinema. I had always been a fan of the natural disaster movie genre (is there a term for this?), and The Day After Tomorrow (TDAT) definitely tops the list for me, with The Independence Day running a close second.
Over the years I have been watching the movie again and again, and every single time, I loved it. Call me a loyal fan, call me a fanatic, but with this movie the producers put together the perfect concoction of what a GREAT movie should be made of.
You know how certain movies have the magic of entertaining you, uplifting your spirit and make you feel good about life? That happened to me recently with Step Up 3D, a movie about a tight-knit group of New York City street dancers and their trials leading up the Olympic of street dance, the World Jam.
Various thoughts of unrelated randomness popped into mind as I watched the somewhat unglorified Disney latest flick that was The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.
#1 – That sorcerers are humans with the ability to use 90% of the brain instead of 10% like you and I could. That sorcery is part magic, part science. That’s kinda scary because by that definition, Albert Einstein is just a sorcerer and not a genius as we were told. Are we that gullible? What else has history been cheating us on?
#2 – For someone who wants to take over the world by creating an army of the dead, Morgana le Fay was surprisingly easy to kill. You would think they will at least have a showdown of epic proportion. The movie wouldn’t be totally out of place if sequenced as part of “Scary Movie (insert the number of next number here)”. Maybe the show was meant to be dorky instead of scary.
#3 – The hero of the movie, a somewhat reluctant Dave Stutler who rises from zero to hero was somewhat believable (apparently he always had geeky roles?), but the heroine was a total flake. I was known to laugh at the silliest thing but her punch lines invoked less than a giggle from me.
#4 – New York is beautiful, no doubt about it. Empire State Building, Chinatown, Battery Park… I am ashamed that my blog entries on my April trip is still incomplete.
#5 – It is okay to be a total nerd. In fact it is kinda cool. I have always known that, coz I am nerdy in my own way. Now I can start to think I am cool, too.
It troubled me somewhat that I have been spelling “sorcerer” as “soccerer” for years. Perhaps among the various ailments that I have, the inability to spell is one of them. I think that’s called… dyslesix? Dyslecis?
See, I told you.
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