Monday, November 26, 2007
2:09 PM
The play yesterday was absolutely brilliant. I don’t think I’ve been absorbed by a play in this manner for sometime. Earth and Syen echoed similar sentiments. The play was almost three hours and a half long with a short 10 min interlude but it didn’t feel like a drag at all. It was a combination of the morbid and well-timed, seemingly taciturn dark humour and the influences of upbringing, totalitarianism (to a lesser extent) and literature on the lives of people. But the story extends beyond that (and all the NC16 profanities, severed toes and blood which accentuate and not cheapen the play’s impact) to its credit. The nuances of how one prizes the legacy one lives behind in the form of writing to be of greater permanence and priority in comparison to temporal earthly existence (it's about what u leave behind.) and how everyone, even the interrogators have skeletons in the closet that one is loathe to acknowledge and the multiple stories to tell ultimately create an overarching story that made all of us empathise with storyteller Katurian and gasp at the sheer horror wrought by his abused, retarded victim of a social experiment brother in executing his warped stories.
I think The Pillowman is an acknowledgement of the extent to which the arts scene in Singapore has developed.
Anyway bumped into Qian Li and his gf there and had a short chat. We wanted to hve supper at the famous Bak chor mee/Mee sua store down the road according to Syen's recommendation but it was closed on Sunday nights sadly. And we missed the last bus so shared a cab after sending Earth off.
Haha and the drinking session a couple of days back was fun as well. And bought three novels recently to kill my boredom during the flight to China heh. The quart-marathon on the 2nd is also round the corner though our stamina has diminished somewhat due to the menace called the A levels.
I’m not in the habit of blogging overly long entries so I guess I shall end here.