They came from beyond space (and brought pies)

Here’s what you need to know about They Came From Beyond Space: it’s a 1967 British sci-fi movie in which the lead American actor gets punched in the face 16 minutes in. According to the rules of British cinema, you might be the hero, but that doesn’t necessarily preclude from being punched in the face.

Another interesting rule of British cinema: holders of British citizenship cannot be monsters. Just ask Peter Cushing.

Speaking of impossibly cool gentlemen, this week we celebrate the birth of a much fêted and awesome individual: my former landlord. Legends say the doctor that birthed him retired soon after, because hospital staff started to notice that babies he delivered afterwards were being slapped but not to make sure they were breathing properly. His heart just wasn’t into baby delivery anymore. The good doctor can now be found somewhere in rural Brazil, raising sheep and counting down the days to the 2014 World Cup.

O., although your years exceed mine, I’d like to think that I’ve picked up a bit of wisdom in my few short years. Here’s what you now need to know:

1)      They lied: birthday wishes don’t come true. I’m still waiting for my TARDIS

2)      PMS is the monthly realization that your basket of eggs is a non-renewable and unsustainable resource

3)      I watched this documentary (fine, reality show) on makeovers in Dubai and a 25 year old was getting cheek implants and Botox. It made me self-conscious of my absurdly thin wrists. I’ve decided to get wrist implants. After all, the doctor did say that people who undergo cosmetic surgery at this age are less likely to need it in their 50s, so I’m assuming this means wrist implants will help delay the development of arthritis. If you’ve ever considered corrective/aesthetic surgery, this is your year

4)      Zara TRF’s Fall/Winter 2012 collection features a pair of magenta loafers with mustaches on them. I took a picture to remind myself that some jokes die a terrible death (see below)

5)      I don’t know if we mentioned this, but you might’ve noticed that the lower hinge on the closet door in the master bedroom was a bit loose when we moved out. I got mad at S. once because she was making fun of me for being a ginger child. So me and another friend locked her in the closet, but she kicked her way out, “kung-fu” style, breaking the door hinge (but we fixed it!). We’re really really sorry about this, because you would always mention how we seemed like such nice girls and we (now) realize this isn’t the type of behavior nice girls engage in

6)      There was also this incident involving the glass countertop in the kitchen, but we told you about that one, right?

7)      Grudges are for ugly people (and this fellow)

Happy birthday,

A.

The Shaolin Drunken Monk: A movie that isn’t about urination

I can’t think of a better way to introduce The Shaolin Drunken Monk than by quoting, verbatim, the Wikipedia entry, also quoted under the You Tube video linked above:

The Shaolin Drunken Monk is a 1982 kung-fu film directed by Au Yeung Chun and Lau Ka-Liang, and produced by Ocean Shores.

The film is generally considered a bust, but is noted for its soundtrack and atmospheric flashbacks.

To provide a bit more context, here’s a screenshot from the movie’s IMDB page:

(From: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0200126/)

Yes, there is a scene where someone wets their pants, but not to the extent that it would justify being one of the plot keywords. If you were accidentally mislead into watching this film expecting it to be about martial artists urinating, I apologize on behalf of whoever wrote the IMDB page. But I still recommend watching The Shaolin Drunken Monk. Here’s why.

The Shaolin Drunken Monk is a movie about revenge, as performed through martial arts-influenced interpretive dance. To summarize, a young boy, Lao Chung, becomes a displaced person when an evil man forcibly takes over the Master position at the local kung fu school when the boy’s father dies. The young lad seeks refuge with an alcoholic, who helps him develop a new style of fighting. A grown Lao Chung then kidnaps the new Master’s daughter in order to lure the Master out so he can kill him and avenge his family.

Eventually, the Master and Lao Chung battle, a procedure which seems to include taking articles of each other’s clothes off. At first the fighting is tame, but then Lao Chung launches into a previously choreographed drunken martial arts dance, which the Master immediately recognizes as the “drunken fist”. This process also involves Lao Chung batting his eyes at him coquettishly, which, understandably, confuses the Master. He finally kills the Master, but, unbeknownst to him, his daughter (who Lao Chung is fond of) was hiding behind the trees and, once she sees that her father has been killed, commits suicide.

There’s also a side story featuring another gentleman, Cam, who had his hand cut off by the new Master when he refused to join his gang. Not only does he have a strong sense of morality (he refused to join them because they engaged in unethical pursuits), but also excellent fashion sense – the first person he kills in this film is a man wearing a rather silly pair of white silk kaftan style pajamas with shiny blue ribbon trimming. Oh and he knocks on his door first before chocking him. Excellent sense of style, with impeccable manners to boot.

I’m very concerned though about the well being of women in the community depicted – there are only four females (apparently), and two end up committing suicide. The Master’s daughter may have been a slightly troubled young lady, a fact clearly lost on everyone – she tends to fall for men trying to replace or kill her father, a tender moment between her and her kidnapper quickly escalates to them getting between the sheets together (touch of Stockholm Syndrome?) and of course, she offs herself at the end of the movie. Also, she has an accident early on in the movie while tied up to a post, hence the plot keywords chosen by whoever wrote the IMDB entry.

However, if none of the above tempts you to watch this film, perhaps this might: there’s a 5 minute long scene depicting Lao Chung doing his chores to an upbeat and montage-esque soundtrack. In a movie about revenge that is only 83 minutes long, the directors made the conscious decision for 6% of it to show Lao Chung doing the dishes.

In the end, The Shaolin Drunken Monk teaches us that when you seek revenge, everybody dies and your film is mistakenly labeled as a movie about ninjas and urination.

A.

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