Orders kopi peng & mee pok...
I borrowed movies from the library, and settled down, amid the trecherous discomfort of the afternoon humidity, and watched a french picture.
It was nice, not in that it triggered the feel-good emo, neither did it cajole tear ducts, it was well scripted, great acting and cinematography (as if I know what that means technically).
Like all things pretty beautiful, perhaps a sickness of Man (or some of Man), the full beauty of the film was not felt. For the seat aside mine yearned for The Lady's presence.
Uncle T
