In writing my feature article about the Freedom Film Fest 2008, which made a stop in Kuching last month, I had the novelty of being censored. I wasn’t aware that there was an official directive regarding this issue because I’m at the feature desk, where we write about unimportant things like movies and food. If the sub-editor didn’t catch it, my ass will probably be sitting unemployed somewhere.
I’m not gonna bother reposting my article here, but I would like to highlight two things I learned about freedom:
A couple of my fellow journalists, when alerted that the FFF is in town and presented with the programme, remarked that they did a crap job publicising it here. Some were interested in attending, but were otherwise wrapped up by other things already.
I didn’t hear about it myself until I received an invitation via Facebook two days before it started. I brought this up with FFF coordinator Elaine Foster, and she told press releases were sent out to the Kuching media a month before they came. I believe her.
The wonderful thing about the web is that everything’s readily available there, if you’d only look.
The only film featured at FFF that was shot in Sarawak is something called “What Rainforest?“, which highlighted an issue that is better known outside Sarawak than it is within, thanks to the reason why I got censored. The Kuching audience in the theatre that afternoon were very interested. Most readily admitted that they had no idea this is happening and they asked a lot of questions.
The people behind the film have uploaded the whole thing online, which you can view here. I also have the DVD, which you are welcome to borrow if you prefer it in that format.
We’ll file this whole affair under “things I probably won’t have noticed to begin with”. Thanks, cogwheels of fate!
Proof that I was there.
— Both photos courtesy of FFF.
Swinburne Sarawak’s Photomedia & Design Club is hosting the Amnesty International Film Festival. For more information, please go here.
Still abstaining from buying books, but then again, I have Neverwinter Nights to keep me busy. Very, very busy.
Here’s my character at the start of Chapter 3, after having some new weapons made by the dwarven smithy on my left. She usually has a thief’s hood and a cloak on, but I took them off for screenshots. Grimgnaw and I have matching outfits now.
Back to looting bodies!
Take it from someone who haven’t watched TV in so long, she forgot how to turn it on.
So in the last few weeks, I dropped into a dark place in my mind where spending too much time alone with my thoughts was decidedly an unhealthy thing. I plugged the hole with TV series and DVDs I’ve been saving for a rainy day.
Books? Nah. Reading is like getting up in the morning (although more interesting) and when the natural rhythm of life derails, so does everything associated with it. I’ve been meaning to reply Sharon’s post about what we’re currently reading, but Blogger won’t let me comment.
I just finished reading Kam Raslan’s “Confession of an Old Boy”, which I highly recommend. Earlier, I was trying to get into Nizam Zakaria’s “Susuk”, but the prose in the first couple of pages is so wooden that I gave up. I’ve already read the English version by Amir Hafizi, so that’ll have to do for the review.
But this was supposed to be about movies and TV.
Apart from the weekly movie review (Spider-Man 3, do I really need to talk about that), I haven’t been watching much from my small hoard of DVDs. I popped in”Fur: An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus” this afternoon, which was strange and sad and whimsical and inclined to artsy.
I’m up-to-date with Veronica Mars (S3). The latest Heroes episode is sitting in my dad’s HD waiting to be watched with my brother.
I finished watching Supernatural Season 1. I hate how it ended, but things like that are designed to make sure you stick around for the next season. I don’t find it nearly as engaging as VMars or Heroes, but it passed the time and there’s a few episodes that I’d watch again. About halfway through that marathon, I remembered that Jared Padaleki was supposed to be Young MacGyver but it never got beyond the pilot.
Outside that, it’s been a lot of sleeping.
How do I know all that rotted my brain? I’m no closer to feeling better about much. I’ve only succeeded in distracting myself.
Speaking of distracting myself, I’m off for a bit of pillaging on the high seas before bed.