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Finally, I went to that smash, the much-acclaimed movie with huge box office
success. Few people could resist such a craze, and I, unfortunately, was no exception. Granted that the movie was so popular, it could not be a real piece of vintage film, and I knew that. An amusement that brought you to a theater full of laughter (though I could not sense what had been so funny), some barely acceptable acting, and a not-so-hackneyed story was all it had. Thats it, nothing else. Some people might say the film’s success was due in part to its
nostalgic mood. But nostalgic for what? "Happy" days during the Japanese occupation, I dare say? Throughout the film, it was fraught with palpable Phil-Japanese sentiments. I don’t intend to argue with you about the phenomenon historically or politically, but I have to point out that if sixty-odd years elapsed, and still the post-colonial culture traits and relics lingered on, and we have yet to evolve into the ones of our own based on the bottom of the very roots of ours, i.e., a renaissance, then we could never produce any kind of real arts that could eventually tug at our heartstrings. Know what the most beautiful scene of the movie is? The chorus of
"Heidenroslein"(野玫瑰), a dramatic finale. on Double Tenth Day, 2008
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