Movie Review: Love at Seventh Sight

Ideally, this entry would have been a movie review:

I had ventured out in some of the worst pollution in recent memory all the way to Elements, that most vacuous of malls, filled with luxury stores and expensive restaurants where Mainland tourists are catered to, Where rich expat gweilolive, and the rest of us can f@#$ off.

I was meeting the Movie Night gang, albeit a reduced contingent, to see Love at Seventh Sight, directed by Alfred Cheung. I had been forewarned that it was made for China.

The pollution was so bad I nearly canceled my place with the Gang. But I don't get a lot of social interaction, and they are some of my best friends, and I'd been trapped in the house by the smog for two days.

I ended up going out, and buying cough syrup, which I really dislike. But I figured that at least it would take the rough, crap-soaked edge off of what was very likely going to be a tough viewing experience.

I have previously written that I can't really tolerate local films made for China. It's not China's fault, it's the local filmmakers'. They get lazy because they think China is a huge mass of sai dai lok with the film literacy of a stick of butter.

Well, last night, after putting up with 20 minutes of this tedium, I suddenly realized that I didn't have to stay.

I told my friends I was sorry, but I was not about to sacrifice another hour of my life for this piece of shit.So I left. I got up and walked out of the theatre.I walked to the MTR and went home. And I feel much better for it.

I used to ponder avoiding LMFC (Locally Made for China) films.From now on, I will.