Went to see the Singapore made movie at the London Gay & Lesbian Film Festival recently.
The film was apparently requested by the local censors to have at least 3 cuts, hence the makers have decided not to show the film in Singapore at all.
I've to say the film was beautifully made. There was no dialogue in the whole movie, so it was up to the actors to convey the story through body language and facial expression... I also see it as a form of personal interpretation for the audience, relating their own experiences and understanding to the movie and the three actors (the Mother, the son and his lover who was his teacher). The most poignant image was when the 3 actors all sat together for dinner and it was just plain silence for a good ten minutes... something I'm quite accustomed to when growing up.
Throughout the movie there was sound, disruptive noises, sound designed to tell the story and to eject thoughts and emotions. The crescendo in the end.
The cinematography, the colours or the lack of it (was in black and white in most part of the movie) but also using colours to inject story line and message was just as powerful in the end.
The explicit scenes aside, it took a silent movie to make people realise how dumb we are in our lives, the lack of openness, the lack of discussion and conversation, the lack of expression, the lack of change, and the lack of freedom.
The film was apparently requested by the local censors to have at least 3 cuts, hence the makers have decided not to show the film in Singapore at all.
I've to say the film was beautifully made. There was no dialogue in the whole movie, so it was up to the actors to convey the story through body language and facial expression... I also see it as a form of personal interpretation for the audience, relating their own experiences and understanding to the movie and the three actors (the Mother, the son and his lover who was his teacher). The most poignant image was when the 3 actors all sat together for dinner and it was just plain silence for a good ten minutes... something I'm quite accustomed to when growing up.
Throughout the movie there was sound, disruptive noises, sound designed to tell the story and to eject thoughts and emotions. The crescendo in the end.
The cinematography, the colours or the lack of it (was in black and white in most part of the movie) but also using colours to inject story line and message was just as powerful in the end.
The explicit scenes aside, it took a silent movie to make people realise how dumb we are in our lives, the lack of openness, the lack of discussion and conversation, the lack of expression, the lack of change, and the lack of freedom.
At the end, the director and actor (the son) appeared on stage for Questions & Answers... Can't help but feel proud for his vision and determination. Though still some way to go before meeting international standards, but nevertheless a strong and daring message.
1 comment:
sounds good, i liked your analysis, makes me wanna see it... one kind didn't ask me to come with you cheebye! :)
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