It’s that time of month when I make my way to the nearby supermart
to grab me some groceries. Unlike the usual grocery shopping trip,
I got me a new tube of toothpaste! Excitation! The last time I
bought one was like 10 months ago. And that was just the small
tube! Imagine if I were to get the big-assed tube. It’ll probably
last me for years that the anticipation to buy the next tube of
toothpaste would be… immense! The smell, the texture, the foam
from a fresh tube of toothpaste as it does away the plaque on the
teeth! Ooh! How me sexy! Don’t forget to brush your tongue too.
I watched Gubra over the weekend. Twice. Like that scrumptious
looking kaya and butter spread toast in the opening credits, it
was that good that I had to have seconds. In fact, I would
rather some of those over-bigoted religious nutballs watch it a
couple of times themselves. Over the years, we have polarized
and conditioned ourselves with so many preconceived (and
ill-conceived) ideologies and prejudices that we can’t even
tolerate, let alone accept things around us as they are, even
though they’re of God’s creations. The movie actually touches,
pokes and even provokes viewers on different levels but
ultimately, Gubra is about people, about love and most
importantly, about acceptance. Yasmin manages to weave all of it
so seamlessly and beautifully in this movie. I won’t spoil nor
bore anyone with details or plot of the movie here. Experience it at your nearest cinema. Twice, at
Small trivia: If anyone remembers Yasmin’s earlier film Rabun,
it had a scene that got butchered
in the infinite wisdom of the censors at the LPF. Yasmin sure
has her own way of getting back at them by using that very
scene as a TV scene in Gubra and pass the censors without any
cuts. Talk about redemption!
The original vocal track (Tak Mengapa by A. Rahman Hassan) is a sad song sung with a happy 60s pop yeh-yeh sound (I think it’s hard to sound sad when you’re singing pop yeh yeh). The backing track (Smack My Bitch Up by The Prodigy) has that hint of angst and aggression in it. Together they give new meaning in “song for a jilted generation”.
A thunderstorm brewed as I was mixing this track. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Male carbon based bipedal life form capable of operating machines that can perform billions of operations per second without bloodshed. Also capable of producing millions of male reproductive cells on a daily basis without even trying.