My weekend was spent watching several local films:

Forever Fever (1995, directed by Glen Goei) proved to be a better than expected movie. I'm not a great fan of the Singaporean accent and was expecting that the usage of typically local dialects and accents would turn me off this adaptation of Saturday Night Fever, but thankfully, that wasn't the case. Adrian Pang was delightfully sincere and pai as Hock, the Bruce Lee fan and unlikely disco dancer extraordinaire (with a little help from his guardian angel, John Travolta) while the other members of the cast were okay. The dance scenes were pretty convincing, calling to mind the time I watched the Saturday Night Fever musical avidly, trying to learn the dance steps to Jive Talking (Incidentally, the steps for the Night Fever Hustle can be found here and here). All in all, I'm glad T. wanted to see the show because I doubt I'd have seen it otherwise, despite my love of all things to do with social dancing. Oh yes, Kumar was really funny as the dance instructor doling out sage words of advice such as "the more you shake it, the more you make it!" and "the more you dance, the more you romance!" Heh.

Moveable Feast (1997) is a 15-minute showcase of the wonders of food in Singapore, going through the narrator's typical day, from breakfast at the coffee-shop to lunch on the go to high tea to wedding dinners. Line I loved most: "Man's innate fear of fire." Coffee-shop assistant walks by, yelling "siu, ah, siu!" while carrying drinks and people jump aside.

Eating Air (Jiak Hong) (1999, written by Kelvin Tong) wasn't too bad. Eating Air is a story revolving around a 15-year-old boy only identified as well, Boy, who loves riding motorbikes (hence, the title) and his friendship with Ah Gu and his romance with Girl. Boy is a bit of a gangster, not hesitating to beat up people who offend him or his friends. Nevertheless, he is a loyal friend, willing to go to any lengths to help his best friend, Ah Gu. Along the way, he meets Girl, a responsible schoolgirl with a rather irresponsible mother, and they fall in love. She learns to be more carefree and at the same time, becomes stronger, telling her mother off for her frivolous ways when her mother comes running to her for the umpteenth time after having broken up with yet another man. This movie is punctuated with manga drawings and Boy's rather fanciful flights of imagination (where he imagines himself as a long wanderer in the pugilistic world (aka "jiang hu dao") and local humour (one hilarious scene has one of the young gangsters bringing along a huge stingray instead of a pig's head when they want to teach someone who owes them money a lesson because he "work[s] in a fish market," and so couldn't get the required object) and local music (Boredphucks). Naturally, with such a setting - young men in gangs - this movie was never supposed to have a happy ending.

And I learnt one strange thing. T. seems to have a healing effect on me. I had been sick since Wednesday with a rather bad cold, and was feeling like crap on Friday. In spite of that, I still went out with T., only getting back at around 4 am, fully expecting to feel even worse on Saturday. However, I woke up feeling fine. This isn't the first time it's happened. The same thing happened when I went to Steve Lawler and Roger Sanchez at Zouk with T.. Some things work in mysterious ways.