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Film Review: The Last Reel (2014)

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Everyone loves a film set within a cinema. It has a kind of narrative double entendre. In framing a story within a layered construct like this, it seems to be echoing something back at us the audience. The Last Reel by Kulikar Sotho is a film about dealing with the lingering shadows of the Khmer Rouge lurking within an unfinished period film and an abandoned cinema.


The Khmer Rouge is what the Marcos’ Martial Law to Filipino films and what the Cultural Revolution to Chinese films. It has cast an wide eclipse on Cambodian culture that most Cambodian films make references to it. This film spins a tale of love and memories around a cinema and an old film and the entangled fortunes of characters pre and post Khmer Rouge. Sophoun is a young student who is feeling the heat from her oppressive parents. He father, Colonel Bora, gets mad at her for coming home late and her mother, Srey, has a special ‘rulebook for girls’ for her. But eventually, nothing short of a Coronavirus outbreak would keep her at home. And she runs away and finds solace in a decrepit, crumbling, old cinema.


Taking on the ‘romance of the projectionist’ trope reminiscent of ‘Cinema Paradiso’ by Giuseppe Tornatore, this film is centred around a friendship between Sophoun and Vichea, the cinema owner. They evolve from unlikely friends to collaborators. But in the end, there is also betrayal and coming to terms with the truth. It all began when Sophoun chances upon the test screening of The Long Way Home, a period, costumed romance played by a beautiful actress, whom Sophoun subsequently realises was *spoiler alert* her own mother. However the film’s ending was missing from the existing film reels and something in the stars told Sophoun that she could be the one to fill in the gap, not least because she bore a striking resemblance to the leading actress in the film.


Off she goes trying to pull a village together for the production with Vichea resuming his role as the director, her friend Veasna as a key actor, her colleague professor as the cinematographer and his own contacts as the crew. Sophoun, in a sort narrative contrivance, casts herself in the role of the princess, who seemed to be played by the same actress. Running in parallel is the ruckus Sophoun’s military officer father has created at home in a fit of anger at Sophoun’s disappearance, not so much because he was concerned for her safety but more because the family was about to arrange a marriage for her. Teetering on the edge between escapism in her filmmaking endeavours and the danger in falling into a marriage trap, the sense of dilemma lends an urgency to an otherwise contrived plot.


Perhaps in the attempt to marry too many elements into the film, The Last Reel suffers a little from contrivance. From having an ex-Khmer Rouge general for a dad to a mother trying to hide her glorious past as an actress to a cinema that served as a shelter from civil war, to Sophoun being a mirror image her onscreen muse in ‘The Long Way Home’, the film has all the hallmarks of a delicious TV soap opera, but perhaps a tad too many serendipitous encounters for a film. The film tries to evoke a sense of nostalgia with the hazy projection of The Long Way Home but the somewhat ‘digital video’ quality of the footage takes away a bit of the mystery around the film. Also, the idea of pulling together of a rag-tag team of amateurs for the cast and crew, supposedly friends of the professor, required from us the audience a fair amount of suspension of disbelief for us to keep pace with the story. Towards the end when we see Sophoun’s mother Srey on board the production, picking up the role she left behind, dressed in royal finery fit for a young princess, it took a while to digest the somewhat awkward visual.


Thankfully, what saved the film in the end is its commitment to completing the character arcs of the different people and a little twist in the plot. While contrived, the film manages to avoid cliches. One potential agony we were certainly spared was the repercussion of Sophoun avoiding the arranged marriage. One that could be predictably violent and hysterical. Sophoun’s father is also seen in a surprise moment of remorse, which provided a much needed break from his one-note stormy persona. Khmer Rouge aside, the film also gains added contextual relevance towards the end when we are reminded Cambodia once had a golden age of cinema and this film is a love letter to it.

The film was Cambodia's official entry for Best Foreign Language Film at the 88th Oscars and is available online for free till 30 April. Click here to watch.

ShoutOUT! Objectifs launches new digital platform for Southeast Asian short films

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More than 40 short films from 14 Southeast Asian filmmakers will be available online on the Objectifs Film Library, which aims to be a resource for film lovers in Singapore and the region, from 23 April onwards.

Users will be able to rent some of these films to watch in the comfort of their homes, and can access a wider catalogue at Objectifs' physical premises when the centre reopens later in the year after the mitigating restrictions for the COVID-19 situation have been lifted. Offerings on the library include short films by award-winning Singapore directors Boo Junfeng and Kirsten Tan, as well as regional names like Thailand's Pimpaka Towira, the French-Cambodian filmmaker Davy Chou, and Vietnamese documentarian Nguyen Trinh Thi.

"I cut my teeth in filmmaking creating short films; they have always been a playground of experimentation for me. Beyond the festival circuit though, short films by nature have a really short shelf life," says Singaporean filmmaker Kirsten Tan. "Thus, I'm really excited to bring my entire collection of shorts, including some endearingly embarrassing early works, to Objectifs' film library, where they will be accessible for anyone interested"

Most of the films in the Objectifs Film Library are exclusive to Objectifs, and are not available on any other platform.

Objectifs hopes that the library is a step towards bringing more attention to the importance of short films as a medium for storytelling. It is working on expanding its catalogue, and is planning a film club to build a community of film buffs. The film club will organise events to highlight selected films, where filmmakers will share more about their craft, and speak about trends and issues in their work.

"The short film format is one of the most poetic and expressive forms," says Leong Puiyee, film programmes manager at Objectifs. "Objectifs has been committed to distributing short films since as far back as 2006, and the Objectifs Film Library is a continuation of our efforts to showcase short film gems from Southeast Asia and to cultivate an appreciation for the medium and stories from the region."

The first film club event in the pipeline is a conversation between Kirsten Tan and actress Oon Shu An that will revolve around Tan's short film Come (2007), a sex comedy set in Korea. Oon, who acted in Rubbers (2014), will be chatting with Tan about the challenges of making a good sex comedy. Come is currently available to stream free of charge till 30 Apr, 2359h, to celebrate the launch of the Objectifs Film Library.

Established in 2003, Objectifs is the leading art space in Singapore that champions film and photography and their value to society. Their goal is to cultivate original voices in visual storytelling, and to inspire and broaden perspectives through the power of images.

Short Film Review: I'm Not Your F**king Stereotype (2019)

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Scandalous teenage experiences in TV shows and films are often a potent magnet for viewership. New stories from all over the world are continuously churned out to sustain the viewer’s interest, but all seem to depict the same issues revolving around conflicts with peers, friendships, sexuality, love, and identity. Religion hardly makes a presence.

In this respect, Thai debut filmmaker Hesome Chemamah’s short I’m Not Your F**king Stereotype stands out. It tells the story of Maryam – a daring Muslim Thai teen – navigating her religious identity, pulled taut by her conservative mother and Islamophobic schoolmates.

This situation is common in teen drama where both parents and peers are cast as antagonists. The mother – seen exclusively in a black hijab as opposed to Maryam’s white one – exasperates the teen with her micromanagement. The stringent religious moral code imposed by her mother doesn’t stop at saying prayers but also extends to how she should listen to music. Meanwhile, as she starts attending a primarily Buddhist school after moving away from her Muslim-populated hometown in the south, Maryam becomes the minority and an object of ridicule for her peers.

Here the film’s stylistic element of a constricting and expanding circular frame plays a pivotal narrative role. Arguably borrowed from I Am Not Madame Bovary (2016), the circular frame is akin to the Chinese round window that reveals a snapshot of the garden to the inhabitants of a traditional rural house. This summarises Maryam’s relationship with her mother: a constant feeling of being observed and monitored.


Interestingly, on the first day at her new school, Maryam’s confident strides past watching eyes are coupled with the circular frame expanding to fill the rectangular 16:9 aspect ratio. The effect is as if Maryam is closing the distance with the observer – her schoolmates. But as she responds to the classmates’ derisive remarks with a contrived smile, the circular frame soon returns, implying her recession away from the observer. The result is a strict separation between the majority Us observing the minority Other.

This antagonistic relationship is reinforced by the teens’ use of social media, illustrated by the online messages and Facebook posts that overlay and intercut with the film. On the one hand, they amplify the discrimination that Maryam gets from her schoolmates as the bullying takes place in both the real and virtual worlds. On the other, Maryam finds in social media a place to express her honest feelings. The meeting with her religion-study group, where her groupmates ask Maryam to pose with pork and eat it, sees her dismissively laugh at the requests. Yet the overlaid and intercut online posts reveal Maryam’s resentment. It is not clear if these confessional texts are meant to be public or private, but one thing is certain: they disclose Maryam’s internal conflict between her Muslim identity and the desire to blend in with the Buddhist friends.

Two events bring the conflict to its climax: her mother’s intolerance of Maryam exploring any religion other than Islam, and the schoolmates’ aggression at Maryam on her birthday that coincides with September 11. Two stereotypes are depicted here. One is the stereotype of a traditional Muslim girl devoted to Islam, as forced upon Maryam by her mother. The second is the stereotype of a terrorising Muslim – an image that Maryam’s schoolmates tag her with.


Maryam seems to only acknowledge the latter, judging from the fact that she resolves the internal conflict by trying to get rid of her Muslim identity. As she removes the hijab, the circular frame enlarges, possibly suggesting that Maryam can finally blend in and no longer feel all eyes constantly on her. While this is simple enough, changing any association she has with Islam isn’t so painless. Maryam being denied of altering the personal information on her identity card seems ironic at first, because her headstrong determination to discard of the Muslim identity is stopped short by a petty requirement of parental consent. However, the deeper implication dawns on her: it’s not so easy to just efface a facet of one’s identity, be it the name given by her parents, her date or birth, or her religion. The circular frame is reinstated.

Of course once she is of the age of consent, there wouldn’t be anything stopping her from completing this deed. Till then, she has ample time to mull things over, especially with regard to the officer’s question why she has to change everything. It acknowledges two things: a false dilemma that only in giving up her Muslim identity could she be at peace, and the stereotype of traditional Muslim devotion that in fact she needs not subscribe to. These would prove crucial to the navigation of her identity to an endpoint where she could find comfort in her own religious practice and the environment she lives in.


While largely a statement about Muslim teens’ struggle with their identity, the film has other far-reaching implications. It is a reminder that Islamophobia, in whatever shape and form, is very much alive as long as ignorance is present. The circumstances that configure the story also indicate that no longer can distinct religious and social groups exist in isolation; unavoidably we will come into contact, and the question of how to live harmoniously together is more pressing than ever.

The short film is perhaps not entirely original in any means. The story of a bold Muslim girl struggling with her religious identity and the depiction of social media as a vehicle for teenage drama are probably an import from the Norwegian web series Skam. The varying frame sizes and the use of a circular frame as narrative devices are arguably borrowed from The Grand Budapest Hotel and I Am Not Madame Bovary. Yet, the sincerity of Hesome Chemamah, a Muslim born in a southern province studying and living in Bangkok himself, is palpable. Not another Gossip Girl of Thailand, the film, despite the contextual specificity, depicts the same universal teenage experience of self-discovery that never fails to tug at the heartstrings.

Short Film Review: Thief (2020)

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Thief (2020), directed by Tong Khoon Mun was the winner of the inaugural Asia-Pacific HUAWEI Film Awards. The grand prize winner bagged a generous cash prize of USD 20,000 and was awarded with APAC Best Film, APAC Best Director and Country Level Best Film. It was selected from a pool of twenty finalists by a pool of regional filmmakers, comprised of the likes of Adele Lim (Crazy Rich Asians), Rajay Singh (Think Tank), Chris Humphrey and more.

There were over 107 entries for the contest, where participants were challenged to shoot a short film under the theme ‘Empowering Your Possibilities’ entirely on a HUAWEI smartphone. Thief was shot entirely on a HUAWEI P30 Pro.


The film follows the misadventures of prepubescent Ah Di (played by Nathaniel Ng) who devises a plan to recover his pocket money after an encounter with some older bullies. Ng carries the film mightily on his young shoulders, suggesting an inner life for his mostly mute character through his wide expressive eyes, searching glances pursed lips and all. Tong’s restraint in his direction of the young actor is noteworthy.


The film is deeply identifiable and nostalgic for those of us who spent our youth scrimping and saving, only to fritter our pocket money away on prized Pokémon card purchases.  The boilerplate Mother character (played by Karen Tan) undoubtedly serves as a surrogate for most of our mothers who have chided us for skipping meals in exchange for childhood frivolities. The saturated images and what can be described as a gauzy vignette-bloom effect belabor the film’s nostalgia.


Visually, the film’s unfussy extended takes ground us well with Ah Di; confident deployment of the Dardenne Brothers-esque follow shot allows us to see the world through Ah Di’s eyes. The only area where the film falters comes during the night scenes, where the muddy image betrays its smartphone low light weakness. This however, is no slight towards the filmmakers; Steven Soderbergh too, struggled mightily with dark muddy images in 2018’s psychological thriller Unsane and Netflix’s sports drama High Flying Bird (2019).

A nosedive down memory lane, the film does not overstay its welcome. It clocks in at a lean ten minutes, with a minute of credits; a fitting run time for a breezy jaunt into prepubescent pilfering.

ShoutOUT! $8 million new fund among new initiatives from IMDA to support media professionals and companies

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 Behind the Scenes shot from Channel 5's ''Titoudao"

These are trying times for media companies and even more so for individuals in the industry, many of whom are freelancers. But keep your eyes open, there is help available. Adding to a $40,000 Covid-19 Relief Fund by the Singapore Association of Motion Picture Professionals (SAMPP) in April, the Infocomm Media Development Authority (IMDA) has a series of initiatives to help the local media sector. Complementing the broad-based measures announced by the Finance Minister in the Unity, Resilience and Solidarity Budgets, these latest initiatives will help media companies benefit from more production project opportunities and reduced operating costs, as well as assist media professionals and freelancers build up their resilience through training and upskilling. These are part of the ongoing national efforts to protect jobs and livelihoods. 

A new $8 million Public Service Content (PSC) Fund that will catalyse more production projects that in turn, benefits media professionals and protect jobs in the coming months. Under this initiative, Mediacorp, Viddsee and SPH will commission short-form content for their digital platforms through a Call for Proposal. Up to $150,000 in funding will be available per project per call. Mediacorp will be launching the first CFP on 23 April 2020. Media companies and talent can take advantage of the Circuit Breaker period to start planning, conceptualising and submitting their proposals to be ready for production work when COVID-19 restrictions are lifted. This fund comes on the back of an earlier $1 million fund launched by IMDA in March 2020 (“Content Fund to Support SG United”), which saw close to twenty proposals from local creators. 

Jayce Tham, Chief Businesswoman at CreativesAtWork said, ”We are in an unprecedented time and it is indeed challenging for many freelancers. It is only natural for some to think of switching their career and trying out other occupations which may not be a bad thing especially for the younger freelancers. However, many of the more experienced freelancers are still hanging in there. While they may look for other alternatives during this lull period, I believe it will only be a transition. Once everything is back to normal, they will be back as well.”



This will also be a good time for media professionals to bring forward their training plans so that they are in good stead for the upturn. IMDA will support the upskilling of Self-Employed Persons (SEPs) by providing a training grant of up to 90% of course fees, capped at $3,000 per course under the Talent Assistance (T-Assist) Programme. In addition to subsidised fees, Self-Employed Persons, including freelancers, can benefit from training allowance for eligible courses. 

“Both job opportunities as well as skills upgrading will be critical especially at a time like this, “Jayce added. 

Media companies will also receive support from IMDA in various ways. The Film Exhibition and Distribution Licence Fees will be waived from 17 April 2020. The waiver will apply to new licence applications and renewal of existing licences. Classification fees for films (public exhibition and video distribution), video games and label fees will also be waived until further notice. 

IMDA will also help local media companies strengthen their capabilities and increase their competitiveness by leveraging the expertise of MNC partners. IMDA has worked with international content partners such as WarnerMedia Entertainment Networks APAC and ViacomCBS Networks Asia, to bring forward the implementation of the Capabilities Partnership Programme (CPP), which pairs media MNCs with local media companies to develop “Made in Singapore” content. For example, ViacomCBS Networks Asia will develop up to three regional entertainment or family content Intellectual Properties (IPs) in May 2020. WarnerMedia Entertainment Networks APAC plans to commence development of up to three regional original content IPs for HBO Asia in June 2020. The CPP programme is expected to benefit 80 to 100 local media companies over the next 12 months. Commenting on the current situation for businesses, 

Freddie Yeo, Chief Operating Officer of Infinite Frameworks said, “Postponements and delays are the orders of the day. Production activities have now been shifted from a Q2 to a potential Q3 start but that’s pending on the evolving COVID situation as the health and wellbeing of workers remain the #1 priority. Any help at this time will give a leg up to the industry and yes, we’ll be looking to get involved for the public service content fund and CPP initiative.” 

For more information on efforts to support the media sector, please visit https://www.imda.gov.sg/for-industry/Efforts-To-Support-Singapore-Media-Sector

Still from A Land Imagined by Yeo Siew Hwa

Short Film Review: Escape Velocity (2019)

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The sky was a pale blue. It was static in the frame, its gentleness encapsulated within a mere second. Clouds blended right into the smooth flat sky. Its texture was unseen and its carefree nature unfelt.
Then the unmoving sea came into view, and I had to keep myself from blinking before it disappeared right before my very eyes.

Escape Velocity by Jon Lazam is a silent film that explores a mysterious man by the window. Through glimpses of visuals and fleeting moments, you go through a series of quiet memories. Done in silence with absolutely no dialogue or ambient sounds, all you have to hold on to is its fast-moving visuals.

Fill in the gaps with your imagination. Make up the sounds of waves kissing the shore, pretend to walk on sand and step onto fresh grass with your bare feet. What is that like? Could you memorise that sensation with your body? Do you listen with your body?


Maybe you might just realise then, how we barely listen to the world around us. Living in an increasingly fast paced world that runs on urgency and adrenaline, we learn to interact with our environment so differently compared to a mere decade ago. We may be more connected, but we also miss out a lot on our immediate surroundings.

This was what I found interesting about Escape Velocity. It was the arrangement of calm scenarios in quickfire fashion. The images registered on the frame in bits and pieces; you hardly got the full picture.

The texture of the film also reminded me of a medium long forgotten, of films and negatives and the beautiful graininess of it all. Somehow, it also reminded me of disjointed social media feeds and the selectivity of information we come into contact with. The statement “We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are” describes my journey through this film.


However, it was not all soft and beautiful. Certain glimpses may lead you down the darker aspects of humanity, which layered the narrative beyond skin-deep beauty and into suspense and danger. They were very brief though; not enough to leave a deep enough impression before my eyes were drawn right back to the scenery of it all.

Then again, this is just my interpretation of Escape VelocityPerhaps it is my own desires projected upon the film. Who knows for sure?

To satisfy my curiosity of the film, director Jon Lazam kindly agreed to an email interview about this short film of his.

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So, what exactly is Escape Velocity about? I have my own interpretation of it but I am curious as what your take on it is. 

Escape velocity is actually a term used in physics which pertains to the speed needed for a body to be able to free itself from the pull of gravity. Think of space ships and how they are capable of flying out to space, unlike, of course, regular aircrafts which travel at a much lesser speed. In the film, escape velocity can stand for anything that wields power over a person, like guilt, for example, or it can also be the oppressive influence of another person.

What brought you to the choice of not making use of sound? 

I believe that the images themselves already create their own rhythm. I have at one point tried out a few scores made of found sound, but they seemed to distract rather than support or "open up" the images. There is also that fear of the sound exerting too much of an influence: i.e., it could bluntly convey a particular emotion that would only serve to undermine the openness of the action and the imagery of the film.

If there is one frame of the entire film that encapsulates the essence of it all, which would it be? Why? 

There is that brief moment when the man looks back at himself, and consequently, at us, the viewer, through the window, before he finally turns and makes his way to the sea and disappears. That, I think, encapsulates the whole essence of the film. That final instance of self-reflection and connection.

How do you personally escape velocity?

Connection is important especially in the times we live in. Our daily lives, mid-pandemic, are mired in anxieties. It is difficult to pull out of for many of us, and it really helps when we look out for each other.  On a broader scale, it is vital that we sustain a community that can serve as eyes to the dramatic changes around us, many happening overnight, at the expense of the personal freedoms of the powerless among us. We need to come together and remain vigilant, brave, compassionate, and relentlessly committed to truth and justice throughout this crisis and beyond.

Written by Dawn Teo

Review: M For Malaysia (2019)

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In his 2017 essay An Allergy to Democracy, Cherian George boldly attributes the finesse of the democratic political system not to its ability in ensuring that citizens unfailingly elect good governments, but to its provision of a peaceful method to eliminate rotten ones. Certainly, this was the case for Mahathir’s initial incision into the ousting of Najib during the 2018 elections, but as M for Malaysia demonstrates, peaceful was hardly an appropriate word to characterize the intensity of the duel. Part intimate look into the personality of Malaysia’s oldest prime minister, part stirring recount of the dramatic 2018 elections, M for Malaysia manages to catapult audiences into the heart of the storm, stringing together an epic replay on one of the most noteworthy elections in Malaysian history.


The colourful shades of Malaysian politics are immediately highlighted from the get-go, with an opposition candidate deftly comparing the incumbent government to a sloppy contractor in charge of a dishevelled house. Of the faulty building, she declares that “it’s not just a leak, we have no roof! We can’t use this contractor anymore, we need a new one!” Such tongue-in-cheek word battles are a common feature in the political speeches peppering most of the film, making for some of the most memorable and entertaining sequences.

The crossfire of words culminates in a deftly pieced edit pitting Najib and Mahathir against each other, the frame swerving from one leader to the next as each mimic and decries their foe. As expected, however, this exchange is not seen to be one on equal terms, as the plucky 92-year-old is resolutely depicted to have the upper hand while the shamed national leader exists as a laughable caricature. In particular, the runtime given to Najib’s absurd concessions of minimum wage increase, social welfare handouts and salary increments for civil servants, fisherman, farmers and the like is seen to be a desperate clawing informed by populist rhetoric.

In fact, a distinct flavour of the film is the sensitive and sympathetic portrayal of Mahathir, where the incorporation of trivial anecdotes serves to humanize an otherwise foreboding figure. Images of Mahathir sticking out his tongue playfully at the camera or joking that he owes his public speaking ability to teleprompters carve a window into what was otherwise a relatively opaque barrier surrounding the life of a controversial political leader. It is no wonder then that fifteen minutes into the film, one of the filmmakers, Ineza Roussille, is revealed to be none other than Mahathir’s granddaughter. The tender portrayal of Mahathir here is only to be expected, seeing as Ineza herself confesses that despite disagreeing with certain of his political manoeuvres, she ultimately bends toward loving Mahathir not as politician but as grandfather.

Yet, this uncanny piece of information is bound to colour audience’s views of the film, as one is inevitably made hyper-attentive to the slightest tinge of bias. The depiction of Mahathir as one mellowed through the years, for instance, remains thoroughly unconvincing. The calculated insertion of scenes where Mahathir belches out a cough or sips some water in the middle of his speech to raucous clapping is bound to incite eye-rolls or incredulous chortles. While a testament to his spirited commitment to the political arena, one is not so easily fooled into regarding this display of resilience with fawning adoration.

After all, this was a man who demonstrated a ruthless willingness to crack down on his adversaries and found the gumption to embark on the punishing political circuit as a grandfather. Underneath his wobbly steps and jokes on the need for sleep, a sharp shrewdness and dogmatic will both honed over the years remain to be reckoned with.


Moreover, the juggling of Mahathir’s personal narrative and the grander election account soon becomes problematic, as the film seems confused as to whether it was meant to be an introspective biopic or a comprehensive overview of the elections. If the goal was the former, it emerged much too watered down given the filmmaker’s incredible access. If the goal was the latter, it was much too interrupted and sidetracked by the undeniably more captivating personal moments.

The influx of voices is of little help in streamlining the film, as a flurry of opposition candidates, activist lawyers and other prominent figures all chip in with one or two liner soundbites that create a scattered consociation. These characters are often relied on to lay out the historical narrative for audiences as well as to suggest resolutions to historical controversies. Yet, without properly building the personality of each character, it creates difficulty in attributing authorial legitimacy to each of them. Viewers are left to quickly and superficially absorb what is being said as true instead of having the opportunity to engage with and weigh each individual message.

A much-welcomed strength of the film is the focus on women that is warmly sketched out. Women are depicted to be a needful backbone in the fight, regardless of their role or designation. Despite not always fronting the campaigns themselves, they are all, in a sense, front-liners as well. Tun Dr Siti Hasmah, Mahathir’s wife, is seen to be a person of refuge, a gentle hovering presence that fusses about him affectionately. The most endearing moments of the film are often when the pair embrace or banter, most notably during an extended hug from his wife that Mahathir is shy about.

Mahathir’s own relationship with Ineza is telling, seeing as his more playful, genial side surfaces when interacting with her, contributing to the light-hearted moments in the film. Similarly, Marina Mahathir, his daughter, is seen as a powerful advocate and knowing confidante of her father. Though less fleshed out than the other two, one walks away with a sense of her instrumentality in this battle. Perhaps the most charismatic of the lot is Wan Azizah herself, who exudes strength from the minute she retells the fateful night of her husband, Anwar Ibrahim, being taken away. The sight of her brandishing a slender finger at the camera and the affecting demeanourwith which she speaks is not easily forgettable.



A key flashpoint that would have benefitted from a greater fleshing out is the hotly debated dispute between Mahathir and Anwar. While somewhat attempting to address the grievances, it fails to responsibly tackle the gravity of such an offence. Resolution is implied by the stacked soundbites from opposition candidates stating that they have reconciled their sentiments or have chosen to bury personal grudges for the greater good. The absence of Anwar’s voice in the film further complicates the depiction of this convoluted contention.

What exposes the filmmaker’s particular leanings, however, is the emotive music score accompanying the sequence, suggestive of a harmonious and moving image of reconciliation. With the present reality of Malaysia politics as it is, this scene is undeniably read very much differently. The reality is that Anwar Ibrahim’s arrest (and other prominent arrests, for that matter) is not a moment in time to be now enshrined in a narrative that preaches for bygones to be bygones. It still represents a crucial, unresolved entity with lasting consequences unlikely to be washed away by nostalgic forgetfulness.

More than a simple personal grudge, the contested illegitimacy of his arrest is also a greater question of the nation’s bandwidth for such acts of coercion. Will such calculated coercion be once again flaunted as a weapon, or at the very least stored at the top of the toolbox? As opposition politician Lim Guan Eng states, if the Deputy Prime Minister could fall victim to such a political conspiracy and be denied justice, then what hope is there for the regular folk? A tidy portrayal seemingly communicates that whatever remnant indignance should be surrendered and cast off as if chaff when that is clearly not the case.


Victory moments are aplenty in the film, accompanied by orchestral scores that are rousingly applied. While predictable, they also still manage to annoyingly arouse a sense of patriotism regardless of whether one is a Malaysian or not. The tropes of solidarity unifying the people, a righteous overthrow of corrupt forces and the collective hope for a better future might just do well in awakening the dormant nationalism in audiences.

As Ineza herself confesses, they were prepared to angle the film on how corrupt and rigged the election system was after Mahathir’s loss, and the unthinkable result of an opposition victory stunned filmmaker and public alike. In one of his speeches, Najib exhorts the people not to “amuse [themselves] with retired leaders.” In a wry reversal, the public did indeed take him up on that offer. Instead of amusing themselves with said retired leader, they took him very seriously indeed.


As if prophetic, the film concludes with Dato' Ambiga Sreenevasan, a lawyer and human rights advocate, assertively imploring that just as the people have shown tremendous courage, tenacity and commitment to the country, the government must equal those same characteristics to bring about reform to the nation. Unfortunately, given where Malaysia is today, the runway to such a fulfilment remains painfully long. The multiple and confusing changes in contractors have led to the regression of supposed building, and it can only be hoped that this role would soon cease to be tossed carelessly around like a coveted trophy, but instead be duly treated with the reverence needed for the renovation of a nation.

Works Cited:
George, Cherian. Air-Conditioned Nation Revisited. Ethos Books, 2020, pp. 45-51.

Written by Jessica Heng

Film Review: Young Love (2019)

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Young Love is the feature film debut of director Lomorpich Rithy. It follows the life of Kesor (Chansreyden Kong), a 15-year-old growing up in Phnom Penh with her grandmother. Over the course of the film she navigates all the highs and lows of teenage life, from learning to balance her friendships to learning to deal with the absence of her mother. But as the title suggests, what the film primarily explores are the complicated, incipient emotions that come with first love. As they say at the beginning of the film, “In short, love is a disaster”. Kesor is thus torn between the shy boy next door Rith (David Sophy Rong) and the dashing older student Veha (Socheat Chea), who can play the guitar and who has his hair tied back.

From the get go Young Love does not seem to have weightier themes in mind and seems perfectly content with being a fluffy high school comedy. To be fair, there’s nothing wrong with that. Tonally it reminded me of the current surge of silly teen movies being pumped out by Netflix, like the quintessential To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) or the compelling social statement Tall Girl (2019). These are all films revolving around attractive teenagers facing minor problems and saucy romance stories, with maybe a few big twists thrown in. However, light-hearted high school movies always seem to sprout from the US so a Cambodian setting would seem like a refreshing change of pace. But that is where my main problem with Young Love lies: it never tries to differentiate or elevate itself from other high school comedies.

Watching the film felt like going down an uninspired checklist of cliches. Of course you have the shallow mean girls who pick on Kesor, albeit with updated lingo like “#prohokday #smelly #peasant”, which mocks her grandmother’s job selling prohok. Of course you have the mid-film turning point where Kesor is perceived to have “changed”, neglecting her friends as she chases Veha. And most egregiously you have the typical struggle of the protagonist not realising that the person she should be with was right next to her the whole time! There is a stunning superficiality to the script and I felt my patience as a viewer tested when the book another girl gives Rith to “see if he loves her” is Romeo and Juliet


My favourite teen comedies are always full of fun, memorable characters. Who can forget Jon Heder in Napoleon Dynamite (2004), or the hilarious Booksmart (2019) duo of Beanie Feldstein and Kaitlyn Dever? Sometimes, memorable and well-developed characters can save an otherwise uninspired plot. Unfortunately every character in Young Love is extremely shallow and boring.

The worst offender is the central protagonist Kesor, who, by the end of the film, we know so little about and yet with whose perspective and struggles we are forced to align with simply because of a first-person voiceover. Near the beginning, in a scene where Kesor arrives in school, a film-specific song plays with lyrics like “Kesor where are you going, you’re so beautiful”. By the time the song ends you have heard the name Kesor repeated ad nauseam, to the point where Kesor no longer feels like a person but a symbol of a carefree teenage girl. This vague notion we have of her somehow never goes away even as the film progresses. The other characters are just as shallow, with Veha occupying the stereotypical role of the struggling artist whose parents will not support him. Do we get to know anything more about him? Nope, because his entire agency as a character revolves around his relationship with Kesor, as they exchange bland platitudes declaring their love. All of the actors do a serviceable job, but none really possesses the charm to elevate a weak script.

The only aspects of the film I found interesting almost seem incidental. As a film released in 2019, it seeks to capture the everyday life of a normal Cambodian teenger, and it does this by showing a modern reliance on social media. Social media in the film is not used to make any sweeping commentary; instead it seems entirely woven into the social fabric of Cambodia. Videos go viral, Rith and Veha bond over how to upload a YouTube video and Instagram is even used as a crucial plot point. As smartphones continue to become more widespread, especially across Southeast Asia, the casual way with which social media is approached is definitely indicative of a new normal in filmic depictions of contemporaneous times.

The film was shot by cinematographer Jeremiah Overman and there are some visually great moments. One that comes to mind is the opening one-shot take, where the camera glides going from one person to another to introduce characters, which I found quite inspiring. There are also some beautiful night-time shots of Phnom Penh, as well as wide shots showing off the lush greenery of Kampot, even if the location’s inclusion as a stop on a school trip feels bizarrely like an advertisement for the area.


As a film intended for a teenage audience, Rithy seems wholeheartedly open to using it to promote didactic moral messages about the nature of love, while also championing different social causes. There is one subplot shoehorned in where students and teachers stand up for a gay peer that is being bullied. It has no bearing on the plot and is handled inelegantly, but I can appreciate the message it attempts to bring across in a country where LGBTQ+ rights are still suppressed.

I find questioning the moral value of a film to usually be a futile endeavour that dismisses the intentions of the filmmaker. However, with regard to what the film attempts to teach a young audience about love, there is one shocking twist that, while logistically confusing, seems almost irresponsible. It paints one of the characters in an unfavourable light yet never truly shows any consequences for their actions. The message the film ultimately sends is that love is complicated, and that even if someone relentlessly gaslights you, manipulates you, curtails your personal agency and seeks to infantilise you for their own gain, if they had good intentions and were sincere then it does not matter. There is something unsettling about how Kesor’s attempts to reconcile with an absent mother are never shown or dealt with meaningfully. Instead, it is a mere conduit to explore her relationship with Rith.


The one ultimately positive thing I have taken away from Young Love, is a new perspective on Cambodia and its film industry. There is one moment of self awareness in the film where Kesor and Veha are in a cinema watching a film about another couple. In the film within the film, a young girl comments that things have changed since “Pol Pot’s regime”, referencing the continued spectre the Khmer Rouge regime casts on the country that Young Love does not explore.

In the modern landscape of Cambodia’s film industry, filmmakers have shown a continued obsession with exploring deep rooted traumas and the impact of war. These themes are especially prevalent in the horror genre and has gained widespread popularity in recent years. In a way there is something slightly transgressive about a film that perhaps seeks to subvert the stereotypical displays of war, violence and poverty that many have somewhat unfairly associated with the country. Instead, we are treated to a carefree 112-minute romantic comedy about privileged kids that deal with familiar, everyday problems, expanding a preconceived view of Cambodian cinema by breaking ground in an underrepresented genre. All in all, even if the film is not great, maybe a broadening of its usual subject matter is what the Cambodian film industry needs to evolve.

Source: https://www.khmertimeskh.com/657926/young-filmmakers-first-movie-hits-the-cinemas/

Written by Matthew Chan

ShoutOUT! mm2 Entertainment, AsiaOne, and Cathay Cineplexes Presents Love Within Video Challenge Competition

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Calling on all Singaporeans stuck at home. Create a short film to document your heart-warming stories of family life during the circuit breaker period and perhaps you will get to see your creation on the big screen! The best videos will also take home cash prizes totalling S$12,000. 

mm2 Entertainment, in collaboration with AsiaOne and Cathay Cineplexes, is organising an online video challenge, where members of the public are invited to act, direct and create a short story around the theme of love at home during the Circuit Breaker. Entitled Love Within, the challenge is about sharing stories of the unconditional love that families share, and what gets them through their struggles during this difficult time. 

“We are looking for messages of hope, positivity and love – all the things that the world needs right now,” says Ng Say Yong, Managing Director of mm2 Entertainment. “We know that everyone has a story to share; and since everyone is staying at home it might be a good opportunity to capture that story on video for posterity.” 

All video entries must be shot within the home with only the people residing in that home. This is in compliance with the social distancing measures put in place by the government. Entries can be shot on any video capture device, as long as the video output is a minimum HD quality, in landscape format, and within three to five minutes in duration. The video challenge is open to all residents of Singapore. 

Entries will be judged by a panel of well-known Singaporean directors and filmmakers including Wee Li Lin, K. Rajagopal, Sanif Olek and Gavin Lim. "So much has happened since the start of this year and whatever stories and perspectives come out of these happenings will be very interesting to see," says Love Within judge, Wee Li Lin. 

There will be two separate categories for submission, a Professional category meant for members of the media community and an Open category for everyone else. Three top winners from each category will receive a cash prize of $2,000. Closing date for entries is Friday 5 June 2020. Individuals can register their interest to participate here: https://bit.ly/lovewithininterestform

The best video entries will be presented to the Singapore public in an awards ceremony to be held in July at The Cathay Cineplex. Subsequently, the Love Within videos will be converted to digital cinema format to be screened for the public at Cathay Cineplexes. Cinemas remained closed during the circuit breaker period. 

Additionally, registered participants can participate in a series of free masterclasses hosted online by the judges. In these classes, the judges will go through some filmmaking basics as well as share their experiences in storytelling and creating a positive viewing experience. Schedule will be posted online. 

For more information about the video challenge including an FAQ, visit https://bit.ly/mm2lovewithinFB

Film Review: Goodbye Mother | Thưa Mẹ Con Đi (2019)

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Goodbye Mother is as bold as it is introspective in its exploration of homosexuality in contemporary Vietnam. As far as Southeast Asian debut features go, Trinh Dinh Le Minh’s attempt is among the more ambitious. It centres around Nau Van, a gay Vietnamese youth, as he attempts to come out to his family upon returning to his rural hometown. There, he faces the challenges of balancing duty and desire in a conservative milieu. It’s a heartfelt portrait of closeted sexuality, albeit muddled and melodramatic in parts.

After staying several years in the States, Van returns home to Saigon for the moving of his late father’s grave. Tagging along is his boyfriend, Ian, who arrives unannounced, masquerading as a friend on vacation. Ian is one of the many secrets Van has been keeping from his family.

Van comes off as emotionally detached, and somewhat despondent whenever his partner isn’t by his side. Even after travelling halfway across the world, Van still hasn’t closed the distance between he and his family. The only person able to close this gap is his beloved grandmother, a lively amnesiac who treats Van with great fondness. However, there is but one caveat: Van’s grandmother has mistaken Ian for Van. In an instant, Ian, the outsider, is made the insider. He quickly becomes a medium through which Van can reach his family.


While the film can often feel like a pastiche of other forbidden romance plots, this dynamic of mistaken identity gives Goodbye Mother an edge above the rest. Notably, the film’s most genuine and tender moments are shared between Ian and Van’s grandmother. She provides a listening ear for Ian’s qualms about his future with Van. Fittingly, she is the only one who is readily accepting of their sexuality.

On the opposite end of the spectrum is Van’s domineering mother. Tension lingers in every scene he shares with her. Ian’s unexpected arrival, for one, invites unwelcome attention. Ian and Van’s teasing glances are constantly punctuated by her suspecting gaze. She plays a central role to Van’s conflict, becoming both a source of comfort and fear. It’s little wonder that he continues to shroud the true nature of his relationship with Ian in ambiguity.

She showers him with expectations: A wife, a home, children. It’s a mantra his family recites time and time again. As far as traditional households go, such expectations are the tip of the iceberg. The film’s most blatant illustration of these expectations occurs during a family gathering, during which Van’s Uncle drags him onstage to question him about when he’s getting married. Evidently, marriage is more a necessity than a desire. Gradually, his hope for his family to accept his homosexuality is reduced to a chimera.


Unfortunately, a lot of these cultural nuances can get lost in translation. At its worst, Goodbye Mother can be tonally messy. I found it odd how this film is described as a romantic comedy, because humour was hardly its strongest suit. Case in point, the mental acuity of Van’s grandmother fluctuates according to where and when the plot demands it. Often, her forgetfulness is played for humour, which can make for an erratic tone whenever the protagonists share a dramatic scene. The narrative also meanders whenever the story shifts to the rest of the family. Inter-family politics were hardly a source of interest. If anything, it distracted from the central conflict between Van and his Mother.

Although, these issues are mere shortcomings in what is otherwise, a brazenly realistic drama. At its best, the film paints an intimate portrait of a couple whose love is confined to a private sphere. At one point, Ian laments to Van how he doesn’t want the bathroom to be the only place where they can be close. In retaliation, Van states, “We’re in Vietnam. Not the States”. This scene best exemplifies the central issue the film is trying to highlight. In spite of Vietnam’s legalisation of same-sex marriages, the general populace is still far from accepting members of its community. Van’s slow realisation of this puts him on the cusp between Western ideals and Eastern conservatism.

While the boundary is a line that has become increasingly blurred in recent years, the film’s resolution implies it may never be fully erased. Speaking of which, the film’s ending is one I want to highlight. In a film with twists at every turn, what struck me most was the way it ended. Van and Ian pack their bags and are set on leaving—this time, for good. Van has a tearful farewell with his mother, whom he hopes to relocate to the States. It’s a far cry from the romantic reveries Hollywood present, but it’s a reality many queer Vietnamese youth have to face. Perhaps the film’s title, “Goodbye Mother”, means more than a parting adieu, but a farewell to one’s homeland. In Van’s case, his sexuality leaves him no choice but to shirk his Vietnamese identity, renouncing his citizenship and even his own home in the process. It’s painfully bittersweet but nevertheless apt, and a testament to Trinh Dinh Le Minh’s uncompromising direction.

Film Review: Unteachable (2019)

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Education is a hotly contested topic in Singapore. In recent years it has been thrust more and more into the spotlight, with nearly every Singaporean keen to weigh in on its merits, its demerits and its adherence to the concept of meritocracy. This vociferation has intensified in part due to increased awareness of how our system measures up to that of other exam-driven powerhouses (South Korea, China), or of countries which take an entirely different approach altogether (the Nordic countries, most notably Finland).

Another—and perhaps more significant—reason why many people seem to deeply invested in the Singapore education system debate is because they have, arguably, journeyed through it themselves. Yet, if everyone is airing opinions shaped by their own experiences, why is the country thus splintered in its assessment of the education system? This is where Yong Shu Ling and Lisa Teh’s documentary Unteachable (2019) can hope to shed some light.

Unteachable follows two Singaporean individuals, Meixi, a relief teacher piloting a new pedagogy in a secondary school, and Damian, a 14-year-old Normal Technical (NT) stream student who undergoes this programme. Remarkably, although the documentary is propped up by these two personalities, it begins with two much more iconic hallmarks of the schooling experience: the singing of the National Anthem and the recitation of the Pledge. This then is not solely a story of Meixi or Damian or their negotiations with the system; this, rather, is a story of the system.

Whilst the documentary is occasionally furnished with explainers of certain acronyms or concepts that constitute the education system, there are whole contexts behind these things that would invariably go over the heads of a foreign audience. To the credit of the filmmakers, it seems a good move to have omitted these trigger points, for that would have made Unteachable seem unfocussed and murky in its intentions. But these points are nevertheless worth raising in the scope of this review.

For one, when the documentary brings us to what is presumably a typical school day in Damian’s life, he immediately strikes one who is familiar with the Singapore educational landscape as no average NT student. He is up before the crack of dawn in a relatively spacious (albeit dated) two-storeyed public housing flat with, at the very least, bread to scarf down before the start of another demanding day. This is not to say that Damian is privileged in a country that boasts 207,000 millionaires, surely not, but Damian is sufficiently provided for in ways that many NT students cannot even begin to name. Just ask any teacher on the ground.


Even so, it has become somewhat of an open secret that the academic well-being of most children in Singapore is tied to the kind of resources and opportunities afforded them by their circumstances, a point which even the documentary itself briefly confesses: “NT classes are typically made up of a disproportionately large number of students from lower socio-economic backgrounds. Many are also from the minority races in Singapore.” Damian hence cannot be taken as emblematic of the quintessential NT experience; he is, at best, a very hopeful case study.

Recall after all that first scene of Damian in class, labouring against a Math question. Notice how he has a school tie on while his classmates lack one? Though Damian’s tie seems spectral, such additions to the school uniform usually signify the wearer being beholden to some sort of leadership role, which should come as no surprise given the precociousness that Damian exhibits. In other words, Damian is punctual, hardworking, tenacious, and doused with indefatigable optimism—qualities that would be sorely absent in most of his peers.

This must be why there seems to be such a stark difference between Meixi and her full-time teacher colleagues. Sprightly and encouraging but with one finger on the pulse always, Meixi’s pursuit of meaningful learning is what in-service educators might label “not worth it”. They will not stride into class with anything less than hard-nosed dispositions that yield the kind of behavioural cues they want before they will allow a lesson to proceed. Over time, it becomes easy to accept nothing less than those cues as the only reason for any lesson to take place. But if the class is pindrop silent, can we assume that the students are learning? Conversely, even though students seem distracted and falter while Meixi questions their understanding of fractions, can it really be said that she lacks the classroom management finesse of her experienced colleagues? Or can the difference simply be chalked up to the fact that teachers with different visions can walk into the same class and administer entirely different types of lesson experiences?


In what should be considered a most masterful editing decision, the goings-on of one particular department meeting is spliced across various points of the documentary. The meeting itself must have taken no more than two hours. Yet, simply by tracing the trajectory of the discussion—as well as the way a one-sided conclusion on the place Meixi’s pedagogy has in the overall school curriculum is eventually issued—the meeting can be said to encapsulate the overall struggle at the heart of Unteachable. Essentially, as she is forced to defend her pedagogy against a brigade of guarded and unpersuaded veterans, one gets a sinking feeling in their stomach that Meixi is neither the first nor last to endure such an unfair Goliathan battle in the context of the education system.

Lest we be so quick to villainise those who have voiced their opposition, allow me to spotlight another perspective. One teacher I observed, whom I shall not name to preserve some dignity, appears on multiple occasions: at the teacher training, at one of the actual sessions involving the first batch of students, within the classroom, and finally, at the meeting. While on the first two occasions he’s obliging and even nods along to Meixi’s assertion that “Mistakes are important”, when push comes to shove, the amount of attention he spares Damian to clarify his Math answer is cursory because: “We just don’t have the time.”

Unfortunately it’s true. This is, like Meixi points out, an incredibly efficient system, and efficiency is fundamentally about spending the least amount of time on as many tasks as possible. Viewed in that lens, quantity is prioritised over quality. Teach what is needed and reap the results. No need for frivolous ideals like character education where an examinable subject like Math is concerned. In the eyes of the system and its administrators, time is not a necessity but a luxury. An impressive number of hours are spent carrying out Meixi’s programme after school through the course of Unteachable, something that would not be achievable if a) the school did not have spare manpower in the likes of Meixi to plan and execute this entire programme, as well as b) the backing of an authority like the Principal. Even then, the Head of Department is only willing to budge halfway: “I’m always talking about the realistic side. I think (adopting the programme is) not possible in this case because we are bounded (sic) by the shortage of time.”

Meixi’s own pedagogical strength is in questioning, a skill all Singapore-trained teachers are expected to possess to some degree. But in a society obsessed only with having the right answers and covering the mandated syllabus under time constraints, questioning in order to challenge students’ learning is often unsustainable and exhausting. This is why there is no time. This is why students are pigeonholed by their results they produce. This is why the impossible remains just that—impossible.

Unteachable premiered at the 30th Singapore International Film Festival last year and went on to bag the Audience Choice Award, as well as hold six more sold-out screenings. Few things resonate so deeply with Singaporeans but it is little wonder that our education system is one of them. A searing and intimate look into the lives of two people who are but two stories, one cannot help but come away from the viewing feeling complicit in the perpetuity of our exam-driven and grades-obsessed culture.

Circling back then to our original question of why a small city-state cannot agree on the state of our education system, the answer to that depends on your answer to this: Who really, in our society, is the unteachable lot? Is it the students who, through milestone standardised testing, get sorted into fixed educational tracks and hence must bear on their backs the categorical stigma that comes with being unable to perform academically? Is it the old guard of educators who, drawing from years of experience and training, can no longer accommodate possibilities beyond what the system permits? Or is it the system that, tightly wrung from node to node, leaves little room for mistakes and missteps when shepherding batches of children through homogenised cycles of formal education and into the workforce? These are difficult questions in difficult times, and as we try to take baby steps towards a more accommodating and progressive system, let us never stop trying to answer these questions.

Unteachable is available for rent at USD9.99, from 14 May to 17 May only on The Projector’s online platform. It will be accessible for viewers in Singapore only. The Projector will also be hosting a special Facebook Live Q&A session with director Yong Shu Ling, and Damian Ng, one of the students featured in Unteachable, on Saturday 16 May, 3pm to chat about the experiences of teaching/learning online, and bringing the joy of learning to Singaporean students.

Written by Eisabess Chee

Eisabess is the editor of SINdie.

Film Review: Red (2014)

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Gold statues, shimmering under overcast skies. Grand, opulent churches, captured in all its Baroque splendour in an admiring low angle. A long tradition of stories, legends, beliefs, the sacred words, deserving of all its airs and grandiosity. And we cut to the Bacolod Central Market, handled with that same delicate framing, and as a time lapse of life passes the implication is clear; this is a site of words, as sacred as the ground where the cathedral stands, taking life and vitality to become something of its own. This is Bacolod. A place of stories – a perfect beginning to a film about the subjectivity of stories.

Unfortunately, it all goes downhill from there.

Red, directed by Jay Abello, is a 2014 Filipino crime drama about the life of Red (Jericho Rosales), from his life as a parentless child growing up in a girly bar to his adulthood as a legendary fixer – as told by his sidekick, Milton (Nico Antonio), to a group of market-goers at the Central Market. Red is caught in a drug plot and a main suspect is Art Ledesma (JM Rodrigeuz), a rich son of a congressman; yet Red cannot seem to resolve his relationship issues with his childhood sweetheart, Mai (Mercedes Cabral).

The concept of the film is an ambitious and, I will admit, a respectable one. As a great storyteller, Milton feels he has a duty to pad his stories with great drama – the stuff of legends. Of course, there is a tension between his version of events and reality, and this also causes him internal tension – something that he deals with throughout the film. The problem is that it’s entirely too convoluted. The lack of basic stylistics – even overt uses of warm/cold tones, as in Little Women (2019, dir. Greta Gerwig) would have helped in providing some clarity between the past and the present – a necessitated differentiation, since both feature the same cast of characters, in the same space in different times. It all only begins to tie up at the end, but by then I had lost interest altogether. If there had been some coherent structure or logic to it – Run Lola Run (1998, dir. Tom Tywker) comes to mind here, which blends disparate elements into a coherent narrative – it may have been pulled off. No such thing exists in the film.


I was numbed by the sheer amount of plot forced into me, with very little substance. A major fault in this film is its use of expository dialogue; developments in plot are told to us, rather than shown. Even the Hollywood tentpoles show something, but here, twists and turning points are represented through a phone call. Unforgivable is the young newcomer in the market’s circle as a placeholder for the audience, where things are explained in dumbed-down, excruciating detail. The multiplicitous structure of storytelling also refuses to withhold information from the audience – the perspective jumps from character to character, each revealing their own motivations through cheesy, clichéd dialogue, and as such there is no tension – nothing to keep us entranced. And with this philosophy of telling not showing, no amount of synth music can substitute for the genuine lack of tension.

One thing that people seem to like is the romance subplot with Mai. Milton’s account of Red begins with the sentimentality of a little boy with no money adopted by the owner of a hostess club falling in love with a girl. Of course, this has implications over the rest of the film – it is the Lie that Red believes, that he must earn enough money to be good enough for Mai.


But what implications does it have on Red’s journey of deception? Little to none, I’d argue. The action elements are as disparate as oil and water to the subplot. Character development is almost nonexistent – when Mai decides to move to Manila for space away from Red’s controlling, patronising gaze, he finds her and exposes his insecurities over money, saying that it is all for Mai. Immediately it seems as if Red’s ego and dominance is forgotten, and Mai is reduced to a damsel in distress, crying out for Red to return to her. The next time we return to this subplot, Mai is on the way back – nothing is consequential. Sure, this could just be a version of Milton’s stories. But how far can that argument carry the film?


I am aware that most of my critiques of narrative come from Eurocentric standards. But other films have not followed the three-act structure, have not emphasised character, and filmmaking techniques not necessarily expertly done, and have still succeeded – this is why we have one-take wonders like Stay Awake Be Ready (2019, dir. Pham Thien An), which convey so much about the human condition without being conventional. The purpose of this film is entirely different. An action crime drama, it needs some form of coherent structure to keep it afloat – think of Memento (2000, dir. Christopher Nolan), with its own ambitious structure! Here, the narrative, dialogue, and action simply do not make the cut.

Sadly, Mai’s breakdown also points to a larger issue of representation. The women in the film are reduced to sex objects or are bound to the domestic sphere. They swoon to men or become subservient to their egos, and it is no surprise that none find any role in the film other than as the protagonist’s accessory. And speaking of problematic representation, Art, one of the few gay characters in the film, is written as if a 14-year-old straight girl who just watched an episode of Drag Race thought that the inclusion of such a character would be good upholstering, and included it in the script. His dialogue is overly gilded with effeminate mannerisms and speech-acts – the most overt signifier of his queerness. He is narcissistic, entitled, dramatic and cowardly; it is this blend of ‘queerness’ that gets him killed. Not to say that queer characters must always be portrayed positively – only that as a queer person myself, I find it sickening when such characters are reduced to limp-wristed, one-dimensional, narcissistic stereotypes.


For all its goals, Red ultimately succumbs to the trappings of hubris and misrepresentation. The basic elements are all there – I’m sure handled differently it would have been a potentially great film. The sad truth is, it’s one of the most mind-numbing films I’ve watched in recent memory. It was not worth my two hours, and if the above bothers you, it won’t be for you either.

Short Film Reviews: SHINIUMA & Beyond The Bridge @ Asian Three-Fold Mirror 2016: Reflections (2016)

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Popularised in the mid-twentieth century, the appeal of the omnibus film sub-genre is self-evident: a successful omnibus series synthesises its constitutive short films together to produce a larger filmic vision, one that often contains a diverse variety of aesthetic sensibilities and directorial styles.

The Asian Three-Fold Mirror omnibus collection is a contemporary example of this type of “episodic cinema”. In view of the COVID-19 pandemic, The Japan Foundation Asia Center has made the 2016 edition, Asian Three-Fold Mirror 2016: Reflections, available for screening online until 30 June 2020. Co-produced by The Japan Foundation Asia Center and the Tokyo International Film Festival, Asian Three-Fold Mirror 2016: Reflections connects three short films together under the theme “Living Together in Asia”. This theme thus highlights the greater objective of the films: to share the beauty of Asia’s cultural and humanistic bonds with the global community.

SHINIUMA (Dead Horse), directed by Brillante Ma Mendoza

The topic of the noncitizen migrant is a perennial issue that remains especially relevant in the age of globalisation. Where does a person turn to, when they are essentially disqualified from being a part of any social community? What, in fact, actually constitutes a home? And what happens if this conception of home is taken away from you? SHINIUMA delves into these questions through the figure of Marcial, or “Manny” (Lou Veloso), a Filipino-born illegal migrant who works at a Hokkaido ranch as a stable hand. Despite having lived in Japan for 30 years, however, Manny is suddenly deported by immigration officers and forced to return to the Philippines. Upon return, he discovers that his home village is no longer there; his family has been dispersed all over the country.


The film effectively captures the harsh reality of Manny’s social alienation with an impressive degree of verisimilitude. As we trace Manny’s deportation journey from Japan to the Philippines, we observe how the despondent figure of Manny is evidently disoriented by the abruptness of his deportation and how his world is turned upside down. Often, he has nobody to turn to for help in either country. Indeed, when the Japanese immigration officers interrogate the ranch owner, the ranch owner simply lets Manny go. In the Philippines, despite receiving some temporary aid from his brother, Manny ultimately moves out once he recognises the financial burden he poses on his brother by staying. It is revealed that Manny’s decision to leave the Philippines for Japan thirty years ago has left his relationship with his son, Julio, deeply sour to the point Julio despises Manny. We further discover that when Manny's wife and other son died years ago, Manny did not even bother to send anything from Japan to Julio.


The parallel between Manny and the race horse is a recurring motif. Manny and the race horse—which he so admires—are both trapped by the confinement of their respective institutions. The race horses' are trapped in their stables, with their sole purpose being reduced to racing against other horses; even in their races, we see that the horses are literally trapped in heavy mechanical harnesses whichare attached to their bodies, evidently hinting that the stifling nature of such horse-races. Similarly, Manny is socially displaced and unable to reach out for help and find familial kinship despite his efforts. More literally, Manny suffers from a physical injury that prevents him from proper movement. All of these are additionally compounded by the ostensible purposelessness of his existence as well. This symbolic relationship between the horses and Manny carries through to the end of the film, where Manny eventually escapes into the Santa Ana racetrack and finds a means of living there. Some solace is seemingly found as Manny’s journey comes full circle: he is back at a ranch, just as he was at the beginning of the film. But this semblance of hope is quickly destroyed as Manny witnesses the execution of an injured horse. Just as we realise that the horse owners killed it because it has lost its only purpose—to be able to race—the film cuts to black. We find a tragic parallel between the dead horse and Manny, for in a somewhat utilitarian view, both of them have lost their value to society.


SHINIUMA is a short film that packs an emotional punch in its depiction of the struggles of the illegal migrant displaced from both their “host” country and “original” country. Stylistically saturated in a melancholic atmosphere and surrounded by profound themes, SHINIUMA is a tragic tale of the loss of one’s sense of home and identity. Indeed, similar to how his former home village has become a ghost town, Manny himself is like a ghost: haunted by the vestiges of his past, yet denied any social inclusion in the present nor future.

Beyond The Bridge, directed by Sotho Kulikar

Beyond The Bridge presents viewers with a fictional love story set in a historical context. When the Khmer Rouge rises in power, the socio-political pressures of civil war force Fukuda (Masaya Kato) to abandon his lover, Mealea (Chumvan Sodhachivy), and flee from Cambodia back to Japan. Decades later, Fukuda returns to Cambodia to oversee the reconstruction of the Japanese Bridge in Phnom Penh. Using the motif of the bridge, we retrace Fuduka’s relationship with Mealea in the past and how it was abruptly halted when the country was thrown into civil strife. As Fuduka rebuilds the bridge, he ruminates on whether Mealea is still alive.


The opening sequences of Beyond The Bridge are cinematographically impressive. The highly aesthetic dynamic between the dark colours, the interplay of lights, and the opening monologue of Fukuda all construct a rather convincing neo-noir atmosphere in the film. However, this stylistic strength of the film wanes as the story progresses. The narrative seems to infuse these neo-noir influences with the trope of a forbidden romance; while the two are not mutually exclusive in style, the latter eventually seems to overshadow and even drive the former out of the entirety of the film’s narrative.


The narrative of Beyond The Bridge reminded me of Eileen Chang’s Love in a Fallen City due to the similar thematic concerns of a romance unfolding amidst civil disorder, despite a reversal in the outcome of the romance in Beyond The Bridge. However, the film ultimately lacks the enchanting allure and emotional engagement of Chang’s story. The forbidden love trope at the core of the film remains strangely unconvincing and not engaging. I attribute this loss of emotional engagement largely due to the way the story is framed: in this case, the development of the characters are stifled and dulled—rather than accentuated—through the use of real-world circumstances which may otherwise help to establish a great degree of realism.


I did find that the use of English does come off as an impediment at times for the multi-linguistic dialogue. For instance, any sense of romance between Fuduka and Mealea tends to break down whenever either of them speaks in English. Rather than being a common language that bridges them together romantically, the English lines instead come off as awkward and somewhat contrived. Still, it is a commendable feat to include the use of English, Cambodian, and Japanese in the film’s dialogue, as such a diverse range of languages embodies the film’s transnational boundaries.

One noteworthy point about the film is its intriguing storytelling method that weaves in the micro-histories of individuals (such as Fuduka and Mealea) with the “larger” moments in history (like the Cambodian civil war). This presented an interesting avenue of perspectives on the history of very real and important issues, while making audiences root for the individual protagonists instead of some abstract collective mass or ideology. Nonetheless, much of the film’s potential to capitalise on this storytelling feature is lost, as it seems to skim past the larger questions of what is at stake in the film.

As a whole, the narrative leaves us with uncertain questions and unsatisfactory answers, both of which ultimately culminate in an unresolved denouement. Perhaps a greater emotional focus on the nature of human relationships during the catastrophe of civil war could have enabled the film to deliver greater emotional significance by its end. Indeed, emotional engagement is a bridge that this film had failed to go across, or, in other words, beyond.

The films can be accessed on The Japan Foundation Asia Center website: https://jfac.jp/en/culture/news/n-asian-three-fold-mirror-streaming/

Written by Bryson Ng

Short Film Review: The Smell of Coffee (2020)

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Of all possible experiences that are shared among all, love and grief are two that constantly pull us back to our sense of humanity. Although different in details and vast in intentions, they are emotions that never fail to raise questions throughout our existence.

I suppose it is their elusiveness that constantly beckons us to go in search for them, and their presence that holds us together, reminding us what binds us to others.

After all, no man is an island. Right?

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Directed, written and edited by Nishok Nishok, The Smell of Coffee is a short film that gentle guides your attention through the eyes of a young boy. In the film, Raga accompanies his grandmother in the wake of his grandfather's passing.

Filmed in a fading apartment, the imagery has a sense of familiarity and comfort. White square tiles on walls, a simple dining table in the kitchen and a bathroom just wide enough for two. The ambience  is soothing, like a lullaby with the apartment's stillness and washed out colours.

Although the items are anything but alive, it is almost as if you can feel their breathing. Your eyes  focus on the tiny ants trying to carry forgotten biscuit crumbs home. Your ears listen to the rhythmic dripping of a loose water tap. Your fingers almost touching your smooth face as Raga mimics the shaving of a non-existent beard.

The young boy is a wonder that piques one's curiosity as well. His wide eyes are perplexed and confused by his late-grandfather's absence. At the same time, he exudes an innocence that adults can only yearn for.
He asks questions that seem to have no answers, while carrying on with living his days in a carefree manner. With careful gestures, he explores the house with light steps. He is the keen observer of the apartment's stillness and the comfort of his grandmother.

He orbits around her stillness.

Trying to carry the burden of grief in silence, the grandmother draws most of the attention whenever she appears. Seemingly stoic, she carries on with her chores and takes care of Raga. She holds her tongue, never speaking about the passing of her partner, as if giving it a voice will provide a finality she is not ready to accept.

However, as the film moves on, her demeanour starts to soften.

Her biscuits sit untouched on her plate, while her hands remain unmoving and her eyes stare blankly at the wall in front. Her gaze starts to waver.

Tears only ever come when she believes that she is alone, out of the sight of young Raga.

Slowly, as things start disappearing out of sight—such as ironed clothes—does she start to unravel in the newfound emptiness and the overwhelming sensation of it all.

Together with the well-paced shots, the emotional journey or discovery of both persons are visually satisfying. From their differences in age and understanding, you experience the various reactions within the comfort of a familiar apartment.

The Smell of Coffee, truly, is a short film about the bittersweet nature of life, and a simple ode to the love and grief we all carry throughout our lives.

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The Smell of Coffee world premiered at the 66th International Short Film Festival Oberhausen - Children's and Youth Film Competition, which was held 13-18 May 2020.

Written by Dawn Teo

Short Film Review: A Long Way Home (2018)

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A Long Way Home by Lao New Wave cinema cofounder, Xaisongkharm Induangchanthy sees a Lao-American man fulfilling his father’s dying wish - to bring his ashes back home to Laos. Crucially, this story has a historical backdrop, that of the 1975 struggle in Laos when the Community party came to power and many who fought against the government were forced to flee their homeland.

The plot in itself however is as seemingly straightforward as it can be. James, the main character arrives in Laos with prejudices and reservations about Laos and his father’s side of the family. He and his mother are instantly worried about family members asking him for money, as well as being reluctant to leave the city itself for the countryside. As with many stories of diaspora, there is a conflicting inner struggle of internalised Orientalism and a struggle for identity and belonging that gently bubbles away at the character.

The uptight James is then paired up with his native, cultural-clashing counterpart, cousin Joi on this Mekong River/road movie. Joi is also as you’d expect - cheerful and optimistic, completely at ease with his homeland and the slow pace of the countryside. As Joi reconnects with old friends on his own short nostalgic trip, the two begin to clash.

Often, as you watch the film, one feels ‘ahead’ of this quiet familiar setup. Every turn of events seems predictable but it is a great credit to Induangchanthy - an Asian Film Academy alumni and Fulbright Scholar - that this was not a problem because of how the film is sincerely told.

The film also shines best when it delves into its picturesque vistas and scenes of daily cultural life, as we witness the two incompatible cousins try to complete their journey. You often get a sense of the wonder and charm of Laos. It also gives the familiar premise a refreshingly novel palette and background which sustains enough interest and investment. Old story, well and newly told is a perfectly good combination here.

Unfortunately, this is also a bit of a double-edged sword. I did find that it occasionally strays into a middling grey area, slipping into a feeling that resembles more of a tourism advertisement montage than a story. This comes more so as Laos and its culture is seen, but feels largely passive and indirect in its interaction with the main character. The only exception comes in the films final scenes being also uncoincidentally its most moving because of a more direct clash.

I do suspect the fact that the film plays itself out largely by the numbers may be an issue for some with lesser patience. Yet I believe credit should be given to the story's adamant restraint, as the film utterly repays your patience by the end. You may be fully aware of what's coming but the payoff as James' dawning realization of his family's love, will still hit hard and could only have borne fruit from the slow build prior. The film has enough confidence to pull off this big internal switch in emotion, proving that even if audiences are aware of the a director's narrative magic tricks, a competent storyteller can still cast a spell on you.

Overall, the film still navigates itself really well due to such sincerity of intent and love for showcasing Laos. It is strongly imbued as well with a tremendous sense of longing and lost time, as its final scene conjures to mind, the enduring pain and effects of sociopolitical struggle on its people.

One can truly feel a purity in the manner the film was made as well as in its significant political context. With A Long Way Home, Induangchanthy has gifted us a small window into a country that has begun to give itself a full-throated and dynamic cinematic voice - now able to movingly tell such similar stories of untold pain and struggles such as James'.

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As part of their fundraising and community engagement initiatives, the Lockdown Cinema Club programmed a one-week screening of selected Southeast Asian short films from 15-22 May. Head here to find out more: https://www.facebook.com/lockdowncinemaclub/

Written by Rifyal Giffari

ShoutOUT! Singapore International Film Festival Announces Recipients of Film Grants

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This year’s recipients of SEA-DOC and SEA-SHORTS Film Grants are announced as the festival continues its support of Southeast Asian film and builds on past success.

From top to bottom Film Still from Sandcastle, Aswang and Worship

Singapore International Film Festival (SGIFF) has announced the selected projects in two major film grants: The Tan Ean Kiam Foundation-SGIFF Southeast Asian Documentary Grant (SEA-DOC) and the SGIFF Southeast Asian Short Film Grant (SEA-SHORTS).

Once again, the two grants, collectively housed under the SGIFF Film Fund, proved popular, with submissions coming from right across the region, including Cambodia, Vietnam, Thailand, The Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia and Singapore. They are aimed at developing inspiring and thought-provoking films that can contribute to the growth of a distinctive and independent Southeast Asian filmmaking landscape.

Tan Ean Kiam Foundation-SGIFF Southeast Asian Documentary Grant (SEA-DOC)
The four selected documentary films are each awarded a cash amount of S$25,000 from the Tan Ean Kiam Foundation. By giving to SEA-DOC, the Foundation hopes to encourage and support more local and SEA documentary filmmakers, especially those who are capturing and sharing the unique stories of Singapore and its region. "We believe that documentary films, told through the lens of local filmmakers, capture stories that would otherwise go untold. These stories are unique to our culture, and will be a gift for many generations to come,” said Tan Keng Leck, Vice Chairman, Tan Ean Kiam Foundation.

Another film still from Aswang

SGIFF is also proud to announce that one of the recipients of the inaugural SEA-DOC, Aswang, by Filipino director, Alyx Ayn Arumpac, premiered in 2019 at International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam (IDFA), and has continued its run through European and North American festivals. 

In the documentary category, the selection jury stressed the desire to find strong cinematic films that demonstrated the filmmaker’s vision for the project and a clear understanding of their subject. They added that it is important to champion projects whose distinctiveness sets them apart from traditional factual films that may more easily find support within the broadcast sector. In line with this philosophy, the selected projects represent a commitment to the political and the experimental. The grants were awarded to two projects from Thailand, and two from Singapore.

Breaking the Cycle, from Thai directors, Aekaphong Saransate and Thanakrit Duangmaneeporn, confronts democracy in Thailand, while Worship , from director Uruphong Raksasad, whose previous film The Songs of Rice (2014) screened at IFFR, tackles the subject of spirituality in contemporary Thai culture. Singaporean director, Carin Leong’s Sandcastle, poignantly reflects on the city state’s urban development, while the final selection is director Daniel Hui Sui Fong’s, hybrid experimental and conceptual rumination on a key historical court case, Small Hours of the Night . Daniel’s previous film, Demons (2018), screened in Berlinale. The jury felt that each of these projects represented clear cinematic voices from young and dynamic teams, each presenting powerful stories coupled with ambitious approaches to storytelling that would resonate across Southeast Asian countries.

SGIFF Southeast Asian Short Film Grant (SEA-Shorts)

Short films receive a cash amount of S$4,000 from C47 Investment, with a further S$4,000 available in-kind for post-production facilities at White Light Studio in Bangkok.

When selecting the Short Films, the jury sought projects from up and coming young talents that combined inspiring, meaningful stories with mature and feasible aims. It was felt that the winners, Further and Further Away, by Cambodian director Polen Ly, and Father’s Father, from Vietnam’s Cao Viet Hoai Son, both exemplified those aims, with Ly’s film tackling the subject of tradition and modernity, and Cao’s film approaching the provocative topic of toxic masculinity.

Selected Projects

Top row, L-R: Daniel Hui (Singapore), Uruphong Raksasad (Thailand), Polen Ly (Cambodia)
Bottom row, L-R: Cao Viet Hoai Son (Vietnam), Carin Leong (Singapore), Thanakrit
Duangmaneeporn & Aekaphong Saransate (Thailand)





Breaking the CycleDir. Aekaphong Saransate, Thanakrit Duangmaneeporn / Prod.
Noorahaya Lahtee, Lee Chatametikool, Thailand
Following the attempts of a young politician to use internet communications to create a new form of politics free from the cycle of military coups.

Sandcastle Dir. Carin Leong / Prod. Martin Loh, Singapore 
Contrasting Singapore’s land reclamation and urban development with the fate of a town on the opposite side of the world that is buried under sand.

Worship Dir. Uruphong Raksasad / Prod. Mai Meksawan, Thailand
Through documentary and recreation, the film explores the culture of spiritual worship in
contemporary Thailand.

Small Hours of the Night Dir. Daniel Hui Sui Fong / Prod. Tan Bee Thiam, Singapore 
An experimental, hallucinatory exploration of a forgotten 1980s court case the sheds light on a host of key political figures of the era.


S$4,000 cash from C47 Investment and S$4,000 in post-production services from White Light Studio Co.,Ltd 

Further and Further Away Dir. Polen Ly / Prod. Daniel Mattes, Davy Chou, Cambodia
A young couple leave their home and head for the capital city in search of their fortune.

Father’s Father Dir. Cao Viet Hoai Son, Vietnam
After accidentally killing his grandfather, a young boy must face the funeral and find the
whereabouts of his father and uncle.


Film Fund Sponsors

Tan Ean Kiam Foundation
The Tan Ean Kiam Foundation was set up by Singapore pioneer, Tan Ean Kiam. For the last 64 years, it has dedicated its mission to the nurturing of local art and culture, and giving the gift of education, particularly for those in-need.

By giving to SEA-DOC, the Foundation hopes to encourage and support more local and SEA documentary filmmakers, especially those who are capturing and sharing the unique stories of Singapore and its region.

C47 Investment
C47 Investment is a content investment company based in Singapore and South Korea. Established in 2017, C47 Investment has invested in the development and production of over a dozen Korean-language TV and Film projects. In 2020, C47 Investment began investing in content outside Korea, starting with an Indonesian feature film scheduled for release in late 2020.

C47 Investment also sponsored various creative contests in Korea to discover new talent and is a proud sponsor of the SGIFF Southeast Asian-Short Film Grant. C47 Investment plans to widen its presence as a valuable investment partner to talented creators all across Asia. For more information, please visit c47investment.com .

White Light Post
Founded in 2010, White Light Post is Thailand’s first boutique digital film lab. As filmmakers, they treat every film as if it is their own. Their mission is to tailor post-production solutions for filmmakers across Asia. They believe the alchemy of art, colour and science is the secret to amazing post-production. 

White Light actively supports filmmakers and sponsors post-production awards at the Hong-Kong Asia Film Financing Forum (HAF), the Southeast Asia Fiction Film Lab (SEAFIC), the Purin Pictures Film Fund, and the Singapore International Film Festival’s SEA-Shorts Grant. We have supported films from a wide range of countries, including Thailand, China, Vietnam, Singapore, India, Indonesia and the Philippines, which have screened in leading film festivals like Berlin, Busan, Toronto, Singapore and many more.

White Light’s founders include award-winning DoP, Sayombhu Mukdeeprom ( Call Me By Your Name , Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives ), and award-winning Editor, Lee Chatametikool ( Apprentice , Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives , Shutter ). For more information, please visit www.whitelightpost.com .

Follow White Light on Instagram @whitelightpost and on Facebook @whitelightpost.

About the Singapore International Film Festival
Founded in 1987, the Singapore International Film Festival (SGIFF) is the largest and longest-running film event in Singapore. It has become an iconic event in the local arts calendar that is widely attended by international film critics; and known for its dynamic programming and focus on ground-breaking Asian cinema for Singapore and the region. Committed to nurturing and championing local and regional talent, its competition component, the Silver Screen Awards, brings together emerging filmmakers from Asia and Southeast Asia while paying tribute to acclaimed cinema legends.

With its mentorship programmes, masterclasses and dialogues with attending filmmakers, the Festival also serves as a catalyst for igniting public interest, artistic dialogue, and cultural exchanges in the art of filmmaking. The SGIFF is organised by the Singapore International Film Festival Ltd, a non-profit organisation with Institution of a Public Character (IPC) status.

For more information, please visit www.sgiff.com. Follow us on Instagram @SGIFFest and on Facebook @sginternationalfilmfestival .

ShoutOUT! YOU ARE INVITED! Premiere & Awards: Singapore Mental Health Film Festival (SMHFF) Youth Finalists’ Short Films

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The Singapore Mental Health Film Festival (SMHFF) is excited to welcome all to join them on Facebook "Live" for the Premiere & Awards Ceremony of SMHFF Short Film Youth Competition Finalists!

Details for the event:
Saturday, 30 May 2020
Premiere: 10 Finalists’ Short Films | 1:30 pm
Awards Ceremony | 3:00 pm

The inaugural SMHFF Short Film Youth Competition, the first of its kind in Singapore, focusses on specific mental health and dementia issues. In our current landscape, more youths are stepping up to voice out about these issues that were once considered highly stigmatised. SMHFF has created this platform for youths to share their perspectives through film production. This is in line with the festival's vision of working towards facilitating genuine dialogue, and allowing individuals to speak openly about mental health concerns without shame or discrimination. 

A total of 175 youths signed up for the film production and mental health/dementia workshops. In November 2019, SMHFF received a total 26 short film entries. These were judged by an esteemed panel of local and international mental health/dementia and film festival partners. 

SMHFF is excited to premiere the 10 finalists' short films and celebrate the work that each individual youth has contributed to challenging the stigma of mental health/dementia in Singapore.

SMHFF Short Film Youth Competition 2020
Launched in 2019, the SMHFF Short Film Youth Competition encourages youth to challenge the stigma of mental illness & dementia in Singapore through a short film production.

This competition featured workshops with film industry experts and mental health/dementia organisations to provide accurate and precise information about Singapore’s mental health landscape. The short films had to feature at least one of these five topics: youth mental health, suicide & depression, caregivers, dementia and creative expressions.

The winning short film will be screened on the Opening Night of the next Singapore Mental Health Film Festival.

Additionally, it will be screened at the New York City Mental Health Film Festival 2020 (New York, USA) and Rendezvous with Madness Film Festival 2020 (Toronto, Canada).

Film Industry Experts:
Yahssir M, Millenia Motion Pictures
Wesley Aroozoo, LASALLE College of the Arts

Mental Health/Dementia Agencies:
Singapore Association for Mental Health
Alzheimer's Disease Association
Community Health Assessment Team
Caregivers' Alliance Limited 
Shan You Counselling Centre 

Sponsors:
Jardine Matheson Group
MINDSET Care Limited

Main Partner:
National Youth Council


Follow SMHFF on Facebook , Instagram, and LinkedIn 

Have a Question?

General Enquiries  hello@thebreathemovement.org


Youth Competition — youth@thebreathemovement.org

Short Film Review: $alary Day (2020)

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$300 to family back home, $110 budgeted for food, $20 for a mobile top up and $12 on groceries leaves $8 cash on hand. Such is the stringent budgeting required by our protagonist, whose meagre monthly salary necessitates a game of calculated choices. The decision between a hearty bowl of mee soto and a decent haircut, for instance, is seen to be but part of a slew of everyday choices.


Self-proclaimed as the first film produced out of a collaboration between migrant workers and Singaporeans, $alary Day brings to light the financial dilemmas migrant workers living in Singapore face. For many, salary day might mean an opportunity to splurge, yet for these hard labour workers, salaries are a respite, giving them permission to fulfil long-delayed practical needs and hallmarking a tough season narrowly tided through. Written and directed by R. Madhavan, a migrant worker hailing from Tamil Nadu, India, the direct authorship infuses the piece with a more authentic and genuine quality than if it had been from someone outside of the community. It is indeed heartening to see migrant workers being empowered to be their own spokespersons and storytellers.


Following the everyday happenings of Madhu, who goes about with various financial transactions on his payday, the film takes on an observational slant, easily veering into a documentary-like composition. If not from one or two suppressed smiles from the supporting actors and some explicit edits, one might still be questioning fact from fiction. As it is, not much is actually fiction.


It is telling that in a piece directly birthed from a migrant worker himself, it would be the financial difficulties that are foregrounded, above and beyond the myriad of issues that have come to populate the social media landscape in recent months. Watching this brings to mind a particularly insightful article written by TWC2 on the structural disempowerment faced by migrant workers. In Alex Au’s words, “the dorms are not the problem.” They are only symptoms of underlying, systemic issues such as inefficient policies and self-centered mindsets.

Admittedly, the film itself is bogged down by a host of production issues, from visual shortfalls to sound hiccups. Some of the questionable camera shots include a headache inducing whirlwind to depict the living condition of the dorms as well as several blown out, out of focus shots. The explicit close-ups on empty wallets or remnant coins can seem uncomfortably forced as well, a common pitfall when it comes to showcasing instances of plight. However, as a laudable opportunity for migrant workers to script and tell their own stories, it is hoped that this piece would be a springboard for other robust and compelling stories to come. This time of lockdown has exposed the neglect and exploitation of foreign workers, sparking an avalanche of public interest and outcry. When the lockdown lifts, may we not forget.

Short Film Review: Three Wheels (2015)

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A nostalgic song plays on the radio at night as an old tuk-tuk driver travels lonesomely along the road. He returns home to a dark room. Lights a candle and smokes before laying out his bed and sleeping. He sleeps alone - his wife sleeps on the other bed beside him. It is clear that their relationship lacks a certain intimate warmth. Three Wheels, a short film directed by Neang Kavich depicts the relationship of an old couple married during the Khmer Rouge regime. 


On a chance encounter with a young woman looking for a ride on the rickshaw, the driver is reminded of a young female dancer whom he had met before meeting his wife and was presumably intimate with before. Spurred by his resurfacing memories, the driver decides that he wants to move away.


When he reveals to his wife his want, she tells him that he’s free to go, but she will stay here alone. The relationship between husband and wife is one of familiarity, but not intimacy; perhaps a byproduct of how much time they have spent living with one another. They barely speak to each other, and they don’t share a bed. By the film’s end, things are made clear with a title card that informs us that under the Khmer Rouge rule from 1975 to 1979, many Cambodians were forced into marriage.


Three Wheels is not particularly dramatic or sentimental despite what the narrative may suggest. The film’s beats are understated with shots held long and scenes are let to play out, enhancing the viewers' feel of the space that the characters inhabit and illuminating the ever-constant passage of time in the viewer’s mind as they watch the mundane unfold. There is lingering melancholy that can be found; though the main characters do not live alone, they seemingly live in isolation. Though youth has left them, a part of them still yearns for the past. 



Three Wheels shows us the consequences and effects of an atrocity that removes a human being’s freedom to choose their relationships, and how it can affect people however minute it may seem.  It appears that despite how much time has passed, or how long they have to get used to the situation that they have been thrust into, the stains will continue to persist. It is a sad reality that will take hold until their time’s end.

Written by Timothy Ong

Short Film Review: Anino (2000)

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Anino (2000) is directed and written by Raymond Red, widely considered to be one of the pioneers in Filipino alternative cinema. Anino was the first Filipino film to win a Cannes Film Festival award back in 2000, and is widely regarded as one of the best short films to have come out from the Southeast Asian nation.

Anino, in Tagalog, means shadow. In the case of this film’s title, it refers to the shadow of the Philippines’ biggest city, Manila. A densely populated and cramped city of contrasts, with a very distinct mix between the rich and poor. Anino feels like an almost nostalgic love letter to the city itself. However, this short film doesn’t so much aim to evoke a sense of warmth and familiarity in its nostalgia as it does the troubled and repressed traumatic mood evident in the city’s inhabitants.


From the beginning, as the title card rolls, we are greeted with the soft tunes of a guitar piece that seem to invoke a bittersweet feeling. We then cut to a shot of the traffic in Manila, with cars flooding the streets and choking the air with their exhaust. This shot then intercuts with shots of buskers and newspapermen pushing their carts and going about their day in what is obviously a lively street.

This scene perfectly encapsulates the mood of the rest of the short. The opening scene isn’t a glamorous establishing shot of the city mixed with nostalgic music. Instead, it showcases the shadows of Manila’s streets: grimy, jam full of vehicles polluting the air alongside an abundance of foot traffic. This whole time the scene's sights are colour graded with warm tones, as seen in films such as Little Women. We can see this contrast again in the short film’s ending, when the cityscape of Manila, with all of its noise and heat, is layered over with the same soft tune that was playing in the beginning of the short, yet again evoking that bittersweet feeling as the screen fades to black. Hence the short feels like Red’s love letter to Manila in ways that explore the shadows of the city and its inhabitants.


The two main characters of the film are: a drifter and down-on-his-luck photographer (Ronnie Lazaro), and a man in black (John Arcilla). It’s important to note that none of these characters have names, almost as if they were shadows roaming this bustling and choking city. The man in black is also likely a mere apparition from the photographer’s mind, as evident from when the man in black taunts the photographer in front of the church. During this whole scene, there’s no one who pays any attention to the commotion caused by the man in black as he shouts and accuses the photographer of “stealing people’s souls” by taking pictures of them. The bizarreness of the man in black character is most apparent in the film’s ending, with the man in black driving the photographer away, claiming that he is finally going “home”.


On one hand, the man in black appears to be a manifestation of death, who meets the photographer outside a church and appears after the photographer is beaten by corrupt cops at the end of the film. On the other hand, the photographer could also be a manifestation of the filmmaking cynic, particularly the middle-aged filmmaker/photographer who was once filled with optimism and had moved from the village to the city for work, only to become a hollow of his former self when confronted by the grim reality of the city he inhabits.


Both characters, along with all the other characters in the film such as corrupt cops and street urchins, are the ‘shadows’ that lurk in every street corner of the film. They represent the unseen that the privileged choose to ignore, just as they are blinded to the systemic injustices and poverty shown on screen. Clearly, the short film was meant to be a social commentary by Red, and it captures his attempt to highlight the issues of his country to a broader international audience.

The performances are superb all around. The three main actors, Larazo, Arcilla and Eddie Garcia give excellent performances with their commandeering screen presence. On a technical level, the cinematography is amazing as well. However, the sound mixing of the film could use more work, especially when the film relies so heavily on it. There are numerous scenes throughout the film where the music and the diegetic sound do not blend well together. At its worst, the music would sometimes just cut off completely when transiting to another scene. The film is also scored very sparsely, invoking a greater emotional response when it is used in a scene.

As Raymond Red puts it himself during his acceptance speech at the Cannes International Film Festival 2000, “(I share) this award with a lot of the struggling young filmmakers in the Philippines today, (who are putting) all their efforts in trying to make the country a better place with all their troubles today.”

I would also like to mention that Red spent most of his savings—more than $8,000—to make Anino, and he came close to bankruptcy to go to Cannes Film Festival, where he personally handed out photocopied promotional flyers for his film. For Red, pursuing his art has come at a hefty price and he is one of many passionate Southeast Asian filmmakers who are fuelled by their passion and love for the craft. To that end, I highly recommend Anino to anyone who wants to see an amazing short film from a talented and passionate filmmaker from the region.

Written by Erwin Lim
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