Darkschunt 
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
"Send a car, you imbecile!" - Dean Whiting (Christopher Plummer), Syriana.
So anyway, on Friday, Kelly-Mandy, Dizzy Lizzy and moi took ages to get to Midvalley, partly because of a certain scary taxi, but mostly because Kelly-Mandy took forever to be ready (when has this girl EVER been punctual? Diz Liz and I agree that we want at least two DVDs to be shown on the day of her wedding, so that the guests and bridemaids and everyone else has something to do before she finally shows up hours later) and also because we had to detour to drop off her pineapple tarts at Tropicana where Diz Liz and I took a very long U-turn into Tropicana to admire the fancy schamncy rich-people houses and where Kelly-Mandy *ahem* flirted with the guests till her "friend/customer" showed up. Our lunch plan eventually became a dinner instead!!! After dinner we rushed off to watch Syriana. Diz Liz and I were convinced it was a thriller drama a la a big political huff-puff along the lines of something like Spy Games or Thriller or, if we were really lucky, the Bourne Identity! Kelly-Mandy remained unconvinced. Unfortunately for her, all we got was a big documentary-type drama with lots of suits standing around arguing politics and big-money oil-business politics, with the occasional Muslim in a djellaba reciting the Quran thrown in for good measure. At the end of the movie, Diz Liz and Kelly-Mandy were bored out of their minds, and I think Diz Liz's extremely innocent life has been shocked forever at the sight of that man yanking out an overweight George Clooney's fingernails! To be fair, I did enjoy the movie myself although I would warn anyone who hasn't seen it that it is pretty slow and if you have zero idea about all the political oil-schmoil business going out between USA and the Middle East and weren't the slightest bit interested, then the only parts that you'd probably stay awake for are like, ahem, the part where George Clooney gets his fingernails pulled off. Even yours truly who liked the movie got restless occasionally. I would recommend watching this movie at home rather than in the cinema where you can stretch out on your own couch and munch on snackies, rather then sit upright in a cramped little cinema chair and freeze to death the way poor Kelly-Mandy did.
Did all the A-list stars in this movie put on weight just for this movie? Both George Clooney and Matt Damon looked distinctly fatter in Syriana. Maybe they were hoping for an Oscar for the way they changed their looks for a role, something along the lines of Charlize Theron in Monster and Nicole Kidman in The Hours? On the other hand, the guy who played the good Arab prince (the elder brother, Prince Nasir Al-Subaai) really cut a slim figure in his suit, he could have been a poster boy for a Heidi Slimane suit.
Another thing I liked about the movie: the way Wasim Kaan's (the kid who loses his job and gets hit by all kinds of misfortunates and eventually becomes a terrorist) father continually talked about snow and snow-capped mountains and how he dreamt of building his wife a house in the snowy mountains. He's such a nice, sweet, innocent dreamer kind of a guy, he just makes you want to go "Oh, man, I hope nobody tries to take advantage of this nice poor man!"
Anyway, not to give too many spoilers or anything but some of the good guys would probably have had a happier ending if only George Clooney's character had figured out how to better read his road maps. If you watch Syriana, you'll figure out what I mean, lol.
So anyway, on Friday, Kelly-Mandy, Dizzy Lizzy and moi took ages to get to Midvalley, partly because of a certain scary taxi, but mostly because Kelly-Mandy took forever to be ready (when has this girl EVER been punctual? Diz Liz and I agree that we want at least two DVDs to be shown on the day of her wedding, so that the guests and bridemaids and everyone else has something to do before she finally shows up hours later) and also because we had to detour to drop off her pineapple tarts at Tropicana where Diz Liz and I took a very long U-turn into Tropicana to admire the fancy schamncy rich-people houses and where Kelly-Mandy *ahem* flirted with the guests till her "friend/customer" showed up. Our lunch plan eventually became a dinner instead!!! After dinner we rushed off to watch Syriana. Diz Liz and I were convinced it was a thriller drama a la a big political huff-puff along the lines of something like Spy Games or Thriller or, if we were really lucky, the Bourne Identity! Kelly-Mandy remained unconvinced. Unfortunately for her, all we got was a big documentary-type drama with lots of suits standing around arguing politics and big-money oil-business politics, with the occasional Muslim in a djellaba reciting the Quran thrown in for good measure. At the end of the movie, Diz Liz and Kelly-Mandy were bored out of their minds, and I think Diz Liz's extremely innocent life has been shocked forever at the sight of that man yanking out an overweight George Clooney's fingernails! To be fair, I did enjoy the movie myself although I would warn anyone who hasn't seen it that it is pretty slow and if you have zero idea about all the political oil-schmoil business going out between USA and the Middle East and weren't the slightest bit interested, then the only parts that you'd probably stay awake for are like, ahem, the part where George Clooney gets his fingernails pulled off. Even yours truly who liked the movie got restless occasionally. I would recommend watching this movie at home rather than in the cinema where you can stretch out on your own couch and munch on snackies, rather then sit upright in a cramped little cinema chair and freeze to death the way poor Kelly-Mandy did.
Did all the A-list stars in this movie put on weight just for this movie? Both George Clooney and Matt Damon looked distinctly fatter in Syriana. Maybe they were hoping for an Oscar for the way they changed their looks for a role, something along the lines of Charlize Theron in Monster and Nicole Kidman in The Hours? On the other hand, the guy who played the good Arab prince (the elder brother, Prince Nasir Al-Subaai) really cut a slim figure in his suit, he could have been a poster boy for a Heidi Slimane suit.
Another thing I liked about the movie: the way Wasim Kaan's (the kid who loses his job and gets hit by all kinds of misfortunates and eventually becomes a terrorist) father continually talked about snow and snow-capped mountains and how he dreamt of building his wife a house in the snowy mountains. He's such a nice, sweet, innocent dreamer kind of a guy, he just makes you want to go "Oh, man, I hope nobody tries to take advantage of this nice poor man!"
Anyway, not to give too many spoilers or anything but some of the good guys would probably have had a happier ending if only George Clooney's character had figured out how to better read his road maps. If you watch Syriana, you'll figure out what I mean, lol.
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