This Weekend Review

Happy Endings was an excellent, excellent play. I love how the playwright paid tribute to an iconic (actually the only in those days) book in local gay literature that is Peculiar Chris that must have meant so much to the gay population then and now - and thus we have a moving "sequel" through the imagined coming-of-age of author and protagonist. It was a play with heart and soul in which the dialogue and plot were as witty and self-deprecating as they come (dragonboat becomes drag-on-boat), ever mindful of cliches and corniness. The directing was intelligent and totally brought out the spirit of the play.

I watched it impromptu last Friday (bought show tickets only the day before and dragged Minxiu with me) on a last min whim and I was truly glad to have caught it. Eleanor Wong was seated behind me.

Saturday saw Minxiu and I sneaking into Golden to watch Vibrator at my cajoling and coaxing. I have no idea what an arthouse flick was doing in a porn theatre catering to old men but hey, I like what the director did with his earlier movies like It’s Only Talk and after missing this year’s M shown at the filmfest (bloody sellout for two shows!), I decided I would not let the venue deter me from catching it. All I need is a guy friend who likes movies (and me, haha) and all star signs pointed to my hapless companion of the morning.

Unfortunately, the movie was kinda slow and couldn’t live up to my huge expectations. Minxiu was bored, but no more bored-er than the sad single old males scattered all over the place who must have been truly disappointed at the lack of skin and sex with such an alluringly promising title (and hence premise). Really, there was no vibrator of that meaning appearing or being used. Towards the middle, one old man in our row even shifted himself to behind us, perhaps hoping to catch some naughty hanky-panky between the pseudo couple? Regrettably, the most salacious thing we did was whispering loudly into each other’s ears and sharing a snack that’s phallic (think long and hard) and creamy (but the cream is never enough) in nature. So, double whammy for those who came with the hopes of a sexy sex-filled show.

Happily, my S.H.E concert fared better in terms of appeal and I rounded up the night supper-ing at Blk 85 with Sis and Hwee.

Today I caught the Simpsons movie, ate at my favourite Changi Village kopitiam, went for a facial and then for my run. Talked to PJ on msn and I’m secretly pleased he asked me to watch so many theatre productions in advance (JBJ no ‘cos I watched it with Mr Dimples last year and yes, yes to Kumar and Pillowman). I’ll never have to live off the goodwill of my friends again!!!!!

Hmm, or should I be sad that I have fewer reasons to ask Mr Dimples out? :)

I like to think I did not waste this weekend. Sob, work beckons now but I shall sleep first.

Addendum: I was quite moved that Minxiu nearly died for me. Had he did, it would have been a most undignified one, the first of its kind, grabbing the headlines of every single bloody tabloid: Young Man Falls To His Death After Porn Movie or more titillatingly, The Trust Fall Of Lust or Thrusting & Lusting to Death in Golden and that sort of thing. I would be questioned and no one would believe my statement that we only watched the movie because it was an arthouse movie by a renowned director. Nobody cares about the boring facts. I could clear Minxiu's name by insisting we watched at my insistence but that's only in theory. It's so much more dramatic and romantic for everyone that a young man, after watching a porn movie, got so excited that in his eagerness to leave the theatre to do whatever, he nearly took a tumble and fell down the insanely staggered seating to his death in Golden, as his companion looked on in fascinated horror. And I kid you not about the staggered seating. But this is real life and so Minxiu was saved/safe.