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Watched. How's it? Some will ask. First, I have to admit that I have biases and am always in awe of people who dare to dream and take the less travelled path. So I tend to see the strengths and is more receptive to imperfections. And so, having followed Royston Tan films since his short film days, I tend to see all the effort and the motivations in the movie. So, while some may agree with the movie critics who have commented on the loose narrative structure, no one can take away the strong Singapore flavour, and that strong sense of loss that's being portrayed in this colourful film. The colours are just a cover for the strong and sad emotions.
Maybe the director was trying to show too much of things very close to his heart that I had a little problem trying to grasp everything that was being highlighted in the beginning . But I could identify with that sense of loss that the movie was trying to build. That sense of loss, that sense of losing familiarity in your own land, losing the mementos of your precious memories. Something I had written in proses as a uni student when I was overseas and witnessing all the landscape and societal changes. I liked the film despite its shortcomings. Joi Chua was a natural and the main plot between Feifei and her dad was quite strong that it brought some tears. I suspect the person beside me teared too.
So, the verdict is? Bring your folks to the theatre, I mean your family, parents, grandparents included. I brought my family to the movies because we love Singapore and we like to support local productions. The visuals are strong, colourful and beautiful. The singing is so good that the songs kept playing in my ears. And I always remember my friend Lynn Ling who shared how thankful and touched she was by the whole 881 experience some years ago because it was one movie her grandma understood and it had been decades since her grandma went to the movies. Yes, it is about that sense of loss too.
My mom read an additional meaning to that huge sense of loss in that rediffusion box. To her, the box itself is a direct representation of that break in communication some elderly experienced when their world changed along with language policy. She said the songs were touching. I am sure my uncle and aunt had different emotions turning in them when they were watching it too.
I guess, every movie has different meaning to the individual viewer, depending on life experiences. It is like, how often does our movie theatre shows something that's speaks to the hearts of our older folks? And sometimes, watching a local production is really an experience of dialoging with our inner selves, especially in this rapidly changing society. So, bring your folks to the theatre.