Thursday, April 06, 2006

Gubra in cinemas

Posted by JennyTay at 12:57 PM

Boring boring boringgg..that is what had been on my head since the past few days till now.Nothing much that i can blog about these days because there's nothing interesting or anything unusual happening around me.How dull is that.Plus i can be like staring at this computer screen and think of topics that i can blog about.I guess if this goes on..i'll be using a very very thick glasses soon.Geez.

What get me excited about is this....

Checking through the newspaper today..finally GUBRA is out in cinemas today!Can't wait to watch that movie.Especially after watching SEPET and it's like the first part then Gubra is the second part of it and it's like the best Malaysian movie i'd ever watched.Yasmin Ahmad really made it so Malaysian style.Respect. The actors and actresses are really natural too.





















"One chinese boy, one malay girl, one unforgettable love story." -SEPET-

"Why do we hurt the most The one we love the most?"-GUBRA-


By the way Gubra means anxiety if im not mistaken.

Yasmin Ahmad is not only a storyteller, she is also a poet. Should you be searching for a film that would best represent poetry, look no further than any of Yasmin’s films. Look out for hushed moments and little nuances that lift the film in more ways than one. Sometimes it’s in the tiny things our hands do, the way our eyes look at different people or even the most menial of things like signage or posters that can touch the strings of our heart and snap them into pieces.

While there are two parallel stories, there are smaller tales of love which join each other in making Gubra like a comforting quilt. Sure, there would be those who feel that Yasmin’s attempt to piece these stories together to be a confusing one because sometimes we are the biggest cynics of our own love life that we cannot look beyond others’.

While Gubra starts off lightly, it slowly deteriorates into a web of every human emotion imaginable. It will make you laugh as it will make you cry when you realize that sometimes, we are all not that different afterall.

 

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