A slight improvement from last week’s filler episode, “The Atomic Job” injected some heist tropes that really gave a glimpse to the potential “ensemble cast” that the show could become, instead of just having Peggy Carter in every frame of the episode, which I would not complain about. But, it made good use of Chief Souza, who has been a wet sack of ho-hum for the entire series. In this episode, it shows that he takes charge with his life, even if it means proposing to Nurse Rose as a way for him to move on from his unrequited love of Peggy. Sadly, the show is going into soap opera territory, which I don’t particularly mind, because this whole MCU thing is one big ass soap opera anyway. But, it just seems too obvious to go there with a show that has a female lead, and one that is kick ass and tough.
It’s been disheartening to hear about the protests and police violence that happened on the night of Chinese New Year Day in Hong Kong. Having grown up in the former colony but currently a city of China, I have conflicting thoughts about the event. Besides worrying about the safety of my mom and two sisters, I was angry at the Hong Kong police who have become bullies to ordinary citizens, hawkers and reporters. At the same time, I could not condone the protesters’ own instigating violence. The protests could have absolutely been peaceful, like the beginning of the Umbrella Movement. Protests could also happen via press and social media, which would be a safer and more effective medium to get international attention.
I’ve been seeing this image and quote attributed to newly-elected Taiwanese President Tsai Ing-wen making its way around social media:
Apparently when she was asked why she never married, Tsai replied, “I won’t buy the whole pig just for a sausage.”
But as awesome as it would have been for her to say that, unfortunately, she never did. It’s completely made up.
Perhaps this episode’s title is a slight nod to “Home,” the iconic episode from X-FILES Season 4 that also dealt with extremely creepy birth scenarios? It’s not quite as disturbing as that Peacock family, but it does open with a distressing scene of high-pressure hoses forcibly relocating the homeless population of West Philadelphia. A smarmy city official played by Alessandro Juliani gloats over the scene. Enter: a very tall humanoid who crawls out of the back of a garbage truck and fatally dismembers the guy (this is the first of several gruesome executions by this week’s monster, so skip this episode if severed limbs are not your jam).
About a month ago I was reading Lauren Groff’s much lauded novel “Fates and Furies” and I was, according to my e-reader, on page 238 of 392 (“62%” of the book, according to the display), when I put it aside, thinking I’d get back to it soon, and then never picked it up again.
Recently I was watching a DVD copy of Oscar contender “The Revenant,” got about an hour into it – I think DiCaprio was in a river avoiding flying arrows – when I got sleepy, shut it off for the night, thinking I would finish it the next day. Haven’t gotten back to it. Watched “The Martian” all the way through since then, but not “The Revenant.”
So: how long do you give a book, a movie, a podcast, a museum exhibit, a play, a sporting event, an ice capades show, whatever, before you decide you’re just not that into it, and you put it down, turn it off, walk out of the building?
When I was a kid, if a book didn’t grab me in the first ten or fifteen pages (6-7%?), it was over for me.
But reading 62% of a book and then deciding it’s not for you? That seems weird to me. I seem weird to me. After you’ve put 62% effort into anything, don’t you want to at least see it through, see how it ends, finish what you’ve started?
When do you call it quits?
Hey girl, are you dreading the thought of another Valentine’s Day spent alone? Maybe you’ve thought about “renting” a boyfriend from one of those boyfriend rental services that’s all the rage, but the guys they have available are all young and really, really, really good looking and that’s not what you want. No, you’re looking for a man who is attainable, someone maybe slightly above average but still relatable and non-threatening, in short, a boyfriend who is “real”.
Well, luckily a new service in Japan, “Ria Kare” or “Real Boyfriend”, is available to service your needs.
Real Boyfriend offers a “cast” of men to rent for a date who represent the more realistic man as opposed to the objects of fantasy that the other rental services offer. These boyfriends have “reasonably good looks” and range in age from 19 to 57 so you have more of a selection:
We were intrigued with food writer Clarissa Wei’s review of a new Communist-themed restaurant in a December edition of the LA Weekly. The restaurant is located in the San Gabriel Valley of Los Angeles, which is predominately Chinese. We wondered who had the gall to actually open a restaurant with communist propaganda when many of the citizens who reside in the area escaped persecution from the Communist regime to seek a better life in America?
Supposedly the big thing in Japan right now is ladies’ panties with pictures of cats on the crotch area:
Aw, isn’t that adorable? It’s like a cute little kitty cat is poking out from underneath your skirt saying, “Hey, look at me. Touch me. Play with me.”
Obviously it’s all completely innocent because it’s a cat on women’s panties and there’s no possible way anyone would or could find any hidden sexual innuendo there to sully things, right?
Thanks to everyone who came out to last night’s packed 10th anniversary screening of Fast & Furious: Tokyo Drift.
Our friend Phil Yu aka Angry Asian Man moderated a Q&A afterwards with director and YOMYOMF founder Justin Lin and actors Sung Kang (Han) and Leonardo Nam (Morimoto). Those who made it out to the event learned tidbits such as:
Han in Tokyo Drift is indeed a continuation of the Han character from Better Luck Tomorrow (also played by Sung). In BLT, Han was smoking all the time and in Tokyo Drift, he’s eating all the time—a by-product of him quitting smoking. Han appears in Tokyo Drift because that seemed like the most organic fit of all the BLT characters. In Justin’s previous film Annapolis, the character of Daric from BLT also appears as a naval cadet and is played in both films by Roger Fan.
Director Steven Soderbergh (Traffic, Ocean’s 11) announced yesterday that he’s coming out of his self-imposed feature film retirement to direct the film Lucky Logan starring Channing Tatum. You may remember that three years ago, Soderbergh said he was retiring from directing feature films and would instead exclusively focus on TV projects like his Cinemax series, The Knick. Apparently, this retirement was short-lived.
But he’s not the first Hollywood artist who has chosen to “permanently” retire from some aspect of the biz only to come right back shortly afterwards. There’s been a consistent pattern of this through the years from Sean Penn announcing his retirement from acting in the early 1990s before soon returning in 1993’s Carlito’s Way to the late director Mike Nichols (The Graduate) who said his 2012 revival of Death of a Salesman would be his absolute last attempt at directing a play only to return the following year with a revival of Pinter’s Betrayal.
I can go on and on and give other examples of similar artists who have chosen to retire because they felt they’ve done everything they wanted to do, they didn’t like the way the industry was changing, they were bored, they were tried of their success/fame/wealth or whatever the reason may be. But you know what all these artists have in common?
They’re all white.
Miss Saigon, the hit 1991 musical, is coming back to Broadway next year courtesy of a successful revival on London’s West End that comes to an end this month. Miss Saigon has given many opportunities to numerous Asian American musical performers including kicking off the career of Lea Salonga who played the lead role of Kim in the show’s original run, but when I received several messages asking if I could post notices for the L.A. auditions for the revival that took place this past weekend, I politely declined.
Why? To put it simply, I’m not a fan of Miss Saigon. Actually, let me state my feelings more honestly: I fucking hate Miss Saigon. As an Asian American, sitting through Miss Saigon was one of the worst theatrical experiences I’ve ever had in my life.