Every PC in camp had gotten out of the land that geography forgot. Many weren't coming back the next day because of the battalion retreat. I was still mucking around at 1800 hrs, gripped by indecision. I had some silly meeting on friday morning. Meaning I had to sleep in camp. But I had absolutely nothing to do from then till 2200 hrs (american idol finale, hello...?!) So, on impulse, I caught a ride to Jurong Point. Cherie didn't want to drag her bored little butt out, so I resolved to spend an evening alone in the friday night crowd.
In the end, I bought a ticket for the Shrek 2 show at 1930 hrs. It's the first time I've watched a show in the cinema by myself. The seats all around me were occupied by cuddling couples. Hooray for box office seat allocation.
But hey, Shrek 2's a rollicking ride. Dreamworks spoofed LOTR, Tobey's Spideyman, Mission:Impossible and From Here to Eternity, just to name a few. I dig their sense of humour that rewards (yours truly) the eagleyed cinephiles and unwilling popculture freaks. Did you see "Sir Justin"'s poster in Cameron -- er, Fiona's room? Or Disney's Gaston and Lumiereemerging from the upturned vat of potion? Pretty tongue-in-cheek (and AbFab!) that Jennifer Saunder's the fairy godmother.
But seriously, I think Katzenberg's sending a sublimnal message to young princesses out there. All males are either 1)gender-confused, lip-glossed, face-glittered, impossibly handsome princes; 2)fat, ugly, green and good-hearted ogres; and 3)irritating, talkative asses. I beg to differ.
Half the audience walked out barely after the credits rolled. Which was a pity 'cause of the added scene. To which I would like to ask: How does a dragon and a donkey, er, copulate???
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