Thursday, October 20, 2005
No, I didn't watch Shaolin Soccer at all …
I stepped into the living room to see what everyone was watching. On the screen, one Chinese guy was jabbering (in Chinese, with English sub-titles) about the applications of Kung-fu on everyday life. “If she knew Kung-fu,” said the guy, pointing to a girl slipping on a banana peel in exagerated slow motion, “she wouldn't fall down.” The other guy, a older man, half drunk and staggering around, wasn't convinced.
I wasn't convinced either, so I stood around, not watching the rest of the film about Shaolin monks playing soccer (see, if I don't sit down, I'm not watching a film, even if I do end up standing around not watching the film to the very end).
It had this quirky humor to it and while the plot was very predictable (a film, about a group of misfits, forming a team, to play some form of sport—not hard to see how this ends) but with such films, it's how the subject matter is presented, and it was good enough to have me stand around not watching the film (okay, I was amused when the two Shaolin Monks were singing at a bar).
