went to watch pontianak harum whatever (hey it was free ok. besides, i like maya karin, even after that gross perversion of movie). aside from the fact that it was a god awful movie with absolutely no logical plot sequence (looks like they basically shot the entire movie, and started cutting up and reshuffling scenes at random ... you know, to get the artsy fartsy effect) and shamelessly embarrassing attempts at having dramatic panning shots followed by completely random mish-mashes of people and objects flying around (you know, for the artsy fartsy effect), and no to mention the mind-boggling switches from present to past to present, with the present apparently set in the middle ages and the past in the 1980s (you know, for the artsy fartsy effect) ..

and aside from the fact that we walked out halfway through to drown our sorrows in bottomless nachos at chillis (also known as bottomless tub of carbs-that-turn-into-lard), thus robbing me of the obscene pleasure of knowing the ending to my third (and last) malay movie of a lifetime ..

aside from all that i take complete offense to the fact that after leaving the kampung melayu where everyone is nice and polite and spends their free-time doing godly things such as watching plays and learning "ilmu", the couple ventures into the town, portrayed as an obvious breeding ground ... nay, cesspool even .. of licentious activities, to stay at an obnoxiously dubious "rumah tumpangan" (motel), quite apparently the seat of vice and all things immoral. and who are those found loitering in its midst, who are the lustrous ladies of service, who are the couples standing around inappropriately at night in obvious flirtation?

why .. the chinese of course. what a stark difference from the noble malay kampung scene.

so i drown my disgust and wretched anguish in bottomless nachos. And I regret not, because Afdlin Shauki convinced me it’s ok to be fat ;) not that i am of course. but if i were ever to be.