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15: The Movie (2003)
Raw as Sashimi
*Spoilers Warning*
15 is an extension of the award-winning short film of the same title and the long-awaited Singaporean work starring real-life teen hooligans (all 15 years of age at time of filming) whom Royston picked up from schools and streets. The film is an honest yet provocative insight of the world of several disenchanted, tattooed youths rejected by their own families and sidelined by the mainstream of society. Shot in a disjointed MTV and voyeuristic style with mixed paces, the show is like a rollercoaster ride with dizzy, intense outburst of vulgar Hokkien and "brotherhood" gangster songs and occasional prolonged scenes of quiet emotions. There was a couple of confetti-filled performances and even a small segment of crude animation to add some ironic exuberant touches to their sad journeys in life. Because of its presentation, subject matter and nature of characters, it is quite reasonable to describe 15 as a semi-documentary of a lost generation.
Through the direction of the lens, the lives of these boys were laid bare to the audience with little actual acting [Royston claimed that he discarded 5 rolls of film, approximately 30 minutes worth of footage because the boys had somehow picked up and gone into method acting instead] .......so whatever you see on screen (the tears, behavior, etc) are authentic aspects of their personalities and backgrounds. Because everything is almost real, the film is embodied with a quality as raw as sashimi. Apart from their young faces, there wasn't a shred of innocence found in the boys. 15 was essentially a platform for the display of the teenagers' pain, loneliness, hopelessness, despair and frustration. Yet it's more than watching a violent heavy rock concert [rock bands are commonly made up of angry men anyway?] or a sort of satirical social commentary. The depressing slant is moderately balanced by several points of humor and entertainment, which would be better appreciated in a Singaporean context.
One of the most poignant scene, to me, came from the search of a suitable, grand building for one of the protagonists to jump off ---- yes, a suicidal site recce. After scouting and assessing several landmarks, from familiar HDB flats/condominiums to more prominent landmarks like commercial skyscrapers and hotels, they finally found the best location......gloriously revealed as the Esplanade. I saw the choice as deliberate, staining the symbol of our (so-called) cultural excellence with the blood of a 15 year-old street urchin, profaning the icon of elitism and artistry. A subtle stroke of tragic brilliance here, I feel.
Mirroring real life, there was no fairy-tale ending for the film. The sad fact is that most were not able to free themselves of their troubles or find a new leash of life and hope even after the completion of filming. As Royston related, out of the 6 boys, one went missing, one got jailed for stabbing another youth almost to death, one attempted suicide over a failed relationship. Only one desired to go back to school but was rejected by government schools because of his tattoos. Fortunately, a church group is looking into sponsoring his education thru private tutoring. The film may seems to be a one-sided effort in generating sympathy for their plight without considering personal responsibilities and choices....but then again, what sort of accountability can be reasonably demanded from a 15 year-old? Where or what were most of us doing when we were 15? All I remembered of myself was being a mugger tackling class tests and exams......even years down the road I do not think I would have the capacity to deal with or relate to the emotional complexities that the boys in the film went thru. A matter of circumstances? Perhaps so. Anyway, their counterparts will never be able to watch this film to find any identification as it is very unlikely for the film to get a rating below R(A). Himself an ITE-graduate whose lecturer destined himself to be nothing more than a clerical assistant, Royston may qualify himself in filming this as he isn't part of the echelon which society heaps its recognition and approval but a filtered by-product of a national system with narrowly-defined parameters of success.
Comparing it with Jack Neo's light-hearted I Not Stupid [whose characters were also marginalized individuals], 15 is definitely not a crowd pleaser. Besides being real, the boys were older and far more repressed than Neo's trio. There were disturbing, nauseating scenes of drug-smuggling by swallowing condoms filled with ecstasy pills as well as real bodily mutilation: skin-piercing without anesthetic and a particularly heartbreaking scene where one boy repeatedly slashed his forearm with a penknife [Royston later explained that this scene was shot in reality whereby the boy was given complete freedom to express himself to the world in 2 minutes; he just keep cutting himself while a doctor was on stand-by]. Some may find his approach exploitative (as voiced by an audience in the Q&A session after the screening) in a bid to shock, offend and earn the label of notoriety thru' controversy. I felt discomfort too but I did not doubt his sincerity in wanting to raise general awareness of some of our troubled youths and that his objective is not to "wash our dirty linen in public".
Royston has clearly shown his undeniable talent in filmmaking after a series of outstanding short films and I am happy that he has fulfilled his personal dream to make a full feature. A few foreign distributors are already interested in 15 but Shaw's intent for a general release in Singapore is yet to be finalized, uncut or otherwise. Whether 15 are the most important Singapore film to date may remain a subject of debate but I believe many would say that it is the most unforgettable.
Palwolui Keuriseumaseu (1998)
An enchanting love story
I am surprised I sit through the whole movie despite knowing the plot.
No earth-shaking romance here and yet this film left me shaken after the credits rolled...
No great lines of declaration of affection from the main characters and yet I was overwhelmed by the quiet suppression to profess their mutual attraction...
No hugs and kisses and yet the undercurrents of passion were strong and intense...
No happily-ever-after ending and yet the soul of the bond lingered even after the departure of the male lead....
Veteran Korean actor Han Suk-kyu and newcomer Shim Eun-ha delivered such a believable performance as ordinary persons in a hardly adventurous setting that I am convinced that this belies the film's beauty and appeal.
Han handled his role masterfully as a terminally-ill photo-shop owner living his last days when Shim came (timely/untimely?) into his life. Hiding his condition from both family and close friends, his agony was pitiful and this was especially expressed in a narration during a night of drinking with his friend: "I finally joked about the truth".
However, his pain of suffering in silence was juxtaposed with his laughter in Shim's presence. She was his light at his most gloomy moments and her friendship was so precious in times of hopelessness and helplessness. Shim was attractive in her boldness when initiating advances on Han. However, this was withdrawn when Han did not respond in a distinct manner that she was seeking. Nonetheless, her persistence was exhibited in her continual wait outside Han's shop without knowledge of his hospitalisation. That was finally challenged when she threw a rock into his shop, breaking the display window (others say it's an uninhibited act of female tantrum but I'll call it "character").... Many moments were captured by imagery (an 'Asian' style?) instead of words, showing that verbal conversations are not the only means to express deep emotions.
There were several sweet moments involving secondary characters as well. For instance, Han and his sister spitting watermelon seeds in a childlike manner, Han writing down video-recording instructions for his hard-hearing father and the old lady who dressed up in her best to take her funeral portrait in advance.
The ending was well done in that it was not overtly sorrowful (as in typical Hollywood tearjerkers) and showed that love was stronger than cancer and love overcame death. Han's last words, although most probably not communicated to Shim, were simple yet heart-wrenching.
While Titanic sank, to me, Christmas in August will float above the plane of time, remaining an endearing, unfinished love story.
If I have to go down on my knees to coax u to watch this film, I would.