Consumer confidence is up. Spending is up. Cards, chocolate and crocodile (over beer).
I thought it must be Christmas or Tet all over again.
Hunting down a ticket for A House in the Alley took me to two theaters, with the only available seats at 11:20PM.
Way pass my bedtime.
Oh well, I tried.
Supporting Vietnamese arts has its price.
From comments I overheard – on the elevator down- the audience covered their eyes, hence missing out on what they had originally come for.
Vietnamese cover their mouths when laughing, and their eyes when scared.
Live a little.
In English classes, I encouraged folks to over pronounce their consonants, to compensate for cultural conformity and held-backs.
The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo won’t be shown here due to some skin scenes.
What is suppressed in one area will find release in another.
It’s stressful to live in a collective culture: “why don’t you find your other half?”….
Glad strangers care.
Just don’t walk by like they did in China when a kid got run over twice in public.
Back to love in the Alley.
From the look of it, Dan and his crew probably have scored.
What’s more important is they packaged horror genre with date nights.
Keep it coming.
I know tomorrow night, the theater will be back to its norm: full of empty seats.
But love goes on, and finds its outlet in sidewalk cafes, river-front beer stalls and karaoke halls.
In restless dream I walk alone…
But the idea of love will forever endure.
Or else, 80% of music and movies will go to waste. And humanity will see its sorriest day.
I will celebrate, with one more hour left of my Valentine in Vietnam.
Thang Nguyen 555 