Malkovich? Malkovich



This week has been rather dreary. Rain, cloud, and drizzle. Bleh. At least it’s not a complete white-out with no distinction between sky and sea which happens when the weather is particularly drab and grey.

Thunderstorms on the way

The rest of the week isn’t looking particularly good either which is a shame as Thursday is a special one off holiday in Hong Kong, the 70th anniversary day of the victory of the Chinese people’s war of resistance against Japanese aggression. I’d love to hear C.Y. Leung say that really fast 3 times in a row.

By coincidence I just spent a month analysing the Suo Gan scene from Spielberg’s Empire of the Sun, an old favourite based on JG Ballard’s semi-autobiographical novel Empire of the Sun, and set in Shanghai during the 1941-45 Japanese occupation.

The movie is a fascinating look at identity and belonging, and of course, the human toll of war, where the line between the powerful and weak is a shifting one drawn in sand.  If you haven’t seen it, I really recommend it. Especially on a rainy and dreary day like today. Spielberg packs the movie with tons of sentiment, it is his MO after all, but he tempers the tear-jerking with a sobering portrait of war and hubris.

It’s also entertaining to see a young Ben Stiller in his pre-Zoolander days, foreshadowing his later work Tropic Thunder. And John Malkovich in his pre-Being John Malkovich, pre-“Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich?” days. Malkovich in a cocktail dress playing the coquette while draped across a grand piano always cracks me up.