Title: Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)
Album: Beautiful Garbage
When I first heard this song, I simply liked it for its musical appeal. However, when I happened to look up the lyrics, it was perhaps the queerest song I had ever heard (with the exception of Lick It by God-des She, but that’s a different story altogether). It is about a boy who looks like a girl, a girl so beautiful it is almost unreal. When the chorus goes “You’re such a delicate boy/In this hysterical world/Of an emotional landslide/In physical terms”, you know exactly what they are talking about, about subverting gender norms and living to tell the tale.
Thanks to Jessica for the original recommendation. Really, you couldn’t have picked a queerer song, and probably by accident too.
Warning: MAJOR spoilers below, revealing almost the entire plot. Read Part 1 if you want a spoiler-free review of the season.
Yes, I’ve sold out. So shoot me.
A much-edited version of the article I wrote for Trevvy: Give Me Back My Happy Ending. And yes, old habits die hard, whether it is citing cases or citing movies to prove my point.
I went to watch Jodhaa Akbar on Friday night with my parents – completely impromptu. It was the first time in months I actually watched an Indian movie for more than 10 seconds, and probably the first time in a year that I watched it in a theatre, my last one being Water. [Of course, Water is in a completely different class from this, being an independent film by Deepa Mehta, the director of Fire, the famous Indian lesbian film.] Usually I can’t stand most Indian movies – a subject which I’ll expound on another day.
The first part is a spoiler-free review of the season. All potential spoilers are left as footnotes. Check back for Part 2 of the review, where I actually talk about the plot, and a Best of the Season!
For dedicated fans of The L Word, it has been five topsy-turvy seasons. It is actually quite amazing the show has lasted this long, and until it was announced that it was going to be renewed for a final season 6, most fans thought this was going to be the final one. Continue reading
This won’t be so much as a review as a fan-girl gush-session about KT Tunstall’s concert on 27th March. First of all, I have to thank Pirate for the tickets, without which my student wallet would not have made it to the concert.
There was a mile-long queue outside the hall before the concert started, Pirate and I couldn’t believe that this many people had turned up to see her. Half of the attendees seemed to be Caucasians, which was a pity, because really, more locals need to know her. Continue reading
Yes, I know, this blog is starting to look like No Man’s Land. You know the excuse even before I say it. Zixian has been bugging me to blog as well, because you know, I am apparently so much freer than her and I need to entertain her.
My heart is currently broken. The L Word Season 5 just ended, and Lost is taking a four-week break, while they catch up the on time lost during the Writer’s Guild strike. It is not so much watching the shows, by themselves, but also listening the podcasts and the reviews/recaps of each episode, that I’ve kinda built into my working schedule. *sobs* No more Kelka, no more We’re Getting Nowhere, no more Jay and Jack, no more Transmission, for a while. Yes, I’m obsessed with Lost. So sue me.
No idea what is going on in Lost, but hey, all the back-and-forth-ness, and the time-travelling, and the complex timeline cannot be worse than my time-travelling case-theory for LAWR, part of which is the status of Chinese customary marriages in 1972. I still cannot figure out whether a case decided in 1982 about a “marriage” performed in 1957 can be used (Yeah, I know, worse than Lost) and all I want to say is, “screw you Carol, couldn’t you just freaking register your liberal hippie marriage” instead of talking about the sanctity of marriage in front of a panel of judges who I am sure include the distinguished family lawyer Prof Leong who has consistently held opposite views to my (assigned) stand in her publications. *facepalm*
Screw Er Gek Cheng and the test for intention.
At least the nightmare will be over on Monday.
Artist: Lily Allen
Album: Alright, Still
I originally heard LDN on The Planetcast, and instantly fell in love with it. Her floaty, girly voice and the sunny, upbeat music can fool you into thinking this is some kind of Little House on the Prairie music, but it is far from that. The lyrics are harshly honest and funny, gritty and light all at the same time. LDN is as about how double-layered the city is, just like her own music, all pretty and shiny until you do a double take.
It is not unfair to describe Lily Allen’s music as the white girl answer to rap music, especially with her other songs Alfie and Smile from the same album, grit delivered on a white fluffy cloud.
Evangeline Lilly is in danger.
She is in grave danger of being kicked off my desktop and being replaced by… Elizabeth Mitchell.
Take all the time you want, because I can’t stop looking at her either.
Maybe, perhaps, I am still thinking about it. My desktop has become the competition ground for two hot ladies, as if their characters already didn’t have enough competition fighting over Jack in Lost.
And with the latest episode of Lost, The Other Woman, I thought I was the only one who was gushing inside about how hot Elizabeth was. Damn, I thought I was the only one who noticed how hot (and kinda dykey) her character was, throughout Lost, and this was before I knew she was the one who was having sex with Angelina Jolie in Gia, and seducing a doctor in ER. But no, it turns out she has a big lesbian following as well, and made it to the AfterEllen Hot 100 list. And she happens to be one of the very few blondes who attract my attention.
Kate or Juliet? Juliet or Kate? Damn, if I am like this, imagine how Jack feels.
I’ve been a fan of the work Action Theatre productions for a while now, especially since Hitting (on) Women, so when I received the publicity for THEATREiDOLS again this year, I was naturally excited. After all, Hitting (on) Women by Ovidia Yu was born out of THEATREiDOLS, and I was hoping something for a similarly wonderful experience. Of course, it helps that the dramatised readings are free, hence, extremely friendly to my student pocket.
Pirate wanted to go for both nights, and I decided to humour her even though they were on weeknights, this being her virgin Singapore theatre experience. We had a great time there, and before you ask, the finalists are Numb by Christine Sim, and Catching Adam Cheng by Jacke. All the plays were directed by our dear Loretta Chen, and the event was MCed by Annabelle Francis, who, in my opinion, did a really bad job, and traumatised Pirate forever with her high socks and stilleto open shoes.
So… on to the reviews:
Official synposis: Jacke Chye’s Catching Adam Cheng is a hilarious and heartwarming play about four elderly women who decide to run away from their nursing home to catch Adam Cheng’s concert!
My take: It IS as hilarious as it sounds. The actors were wonderful, especially, and tried their best to turn a script which could be a little draggy sometimes into a fun ride. It is at once both introspective and funny, and heartwarming, with well-developed, lovable, but sometimes rather predictable characters. The main character, Siew Lin, felt too much some kind of Martha Stewart, too perfect and too noble, with not a weakness except her fatal brain tumour. The play itself was just too damn long, highly reminiscent of Harry’s long traipse through the woods in Deathly Hallows, or Frodo’s extra-long journey across Middle Earth.