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Cold night
 It's Zuko, bitch *cue song*  Pardon my camera for the poor resolution, but what's etched on that excess PoP rolled into the shape of kuih raya is 'AANG' and below it, 'ZUKO'. It's pretty much the result of boredom and lingering affection for Avatar: The Last Airbender. Puan Aida would kill me if she finds out I use her precious diamond bur to satisfy the fangirl in me. It's been a bloody hectic week for both Hazel and I, so it was a huge relief to be able to relax and be our awesomely embarrassing geeky selves in public- and what better place than a tourist hot spot like KLCC? And this time, the highlight of the outing was M. Night Shyamalan's latest movie, 'The Last Airbender', which is a movie adaptation of Nickelodeon's own famous cartoon series. When I first heard of the movie plans, I must have cursed out loud. Hollywood is running low on ideas, and they were going to sacrifice another piece of awesome animation/comic. Luckily, there was a mention of M. Night Shyamalan planning to direct, and I loved his movies (...except for The Happening) so there was still hope for the movie adaptation. The trailer came out attached to Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen aaaand I knew the movie was going to suck. Big time. But still, I held on to Shyamalan. So we watched the movie. It still sucked, but I enjoyed it; even if I was only watching the cartoon all over again in my head instead of the actual movie. If I were to pay actual mind to the poor scriptwriting, poor acting, poor timing, poor jokes, poor directing in general; there's a high chance I would go emo and burn my Shyamalan collection. Yes, even the original Sixth Sense Auntie Ila got for us from US (hahha, geddit, geddit?) I wouldn't mind going to watch the movie again. Just so I can... uh...donate my money to Shyamalan so that he can hire DiMartino and Konietzko to stand by him throughout the production of the movie and tell him, 'Babe, you've got it all wrong And tell Dev Patel to close his mouth. Zuko is a prince damnit, not a gaping ingit.' Labels: movies |