Pisau Cukur was hilarious! Glad I dragged McUser to watch this with me. He enjoyed it tremendously (albeit with red ears), lol.
The part that had me wail out loud with laughter was Rahim Razali lovingly flicking the golden buttons of his briefcase. The hamsap and dreamy expression on his face was classic. It’s so awesome seeing a normally sedate and respectable actor venture treading into murkier roles. If he can make such a change in his twilight years, then so can we, younger ones.
Sigh, changes. That is the only constant thing in life, isn’t it?
Recent happenings had me thinking of doing things I wouldn’t dream of doing before. I’m a firm believer that fear should not hold one back from achieving all that one could and should. In some measure, that has been my mantra and way of life since the past two years. But there is still room, so much more room that is filled with this irrational creature called fear. Maybe it’s time I start applying that belief into those other horizons.
Maybe.
This is a song D shared with me. Couldn’t relate to it until today. It’s just so… apt.
I had such high hopes on watching a local comedy act recently. Instead of laughing from start to finish, my friend and I only laughed in certain parts and found it rather draggy.
It made me feel relieved that I did not plonk my money and time for another comedy act a month ago nor am I inclined to catch yet another upcoming comedy act.
Over the years that I have patronised the local comedy arts scene, there have indeed been some sterling gems. It’s always such a joy when that happens. Charlie’s Aunt and Split Gravy on Rice were two of the notable ones that will be forever etched in my mind. They have decent story lines, good comic timing, great acting (the main actors anyway) and amazing stage presence. And of course, some of the Instant Cafe Theatre acts and the Broadway Parodies were deliciously decadent and rib-tickling.
As for the misses, well, the enthusiasm and effort shown is apparent and commendable. But chop off the parts that are draggy and do replace lewd degrading jokes with more tasteful ones. Yes, we can certainly laugh at ourselves but there is a difference between witty and dirty. There is a different type of audience, place and setting for humour of the crude and bawd kind.
I will still be a patron of the local comedy arts simply because if the local audience won’t support the local comedy productions, will it ever get raised to higher standards? Then again, if the standards are below expectations, is it fair to charge the audience for something they don’t really enjoy?