Merkwürdigliebe
August 31, 2008, 9:26 pm
Filed under: Film

Recently, I caught 2001: A Space Odyssey. I know. What took me so long right? Well, I always take forever to catch the “big” films you know. Although the main reason is, well I wasn’t born when the film was made. Looking back, I think I loved the abstract way it tried to portray things, like the black column thing or the baroque style room at the end or the visualizations. It was a pretty film, albeit a really slow one.

So it was with some anticipation and dread that I approached Dr. Strangelove. I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised. I’m actually old enough to have been born during the cold war so I suppose the fact that I wasn’t lost on everything helped immensely. But no, it was a pretty hilarious film, very dark but still funny. I seriously had no idea Peter Sellers AKA Inspector Clouseau, had 3 roles in the film. He was totally convincing and brilliant.

Mein Fuhrer!



Peared Down
August 31, 2008, 7:25 pm
Filed under: Drink

Mmm mmm. Ikea, place to kop furniture on the cheap but steezy. Also place to kop dem meatballs and lingonberry jams. Also place to kop pear cider by Kopparberg. Ok, so I’m having the non alcoholic version but hey, its got great flavor and its new and interesting to me. Ok, so I’m upset I didn’t kop the alcoholic version.



SOR
August 28, 2008, 1:46 am
Filed under: Drink, Sydney

Today was a planned excursion with 7 other friends to hit Single Origin Roasters for a shot (or in my case 3 shots) of caffeine. S.O.R was a place that was on my radar ever since I came to Sydney. I know its supposed to be good.

The cafe’s located in a quiet street corner, pretty near Central station. Its nondescript if anything, looking pretty much like any other cosy cafe in the city. Cept this one’s reknowned for having good coffee. Which it does. I praised Campos Coffee to the high heavens but I seriously think S.O.R’s stuff is on par, at least. Probably marginally better.

This visit was pretty much forced by me after a friend mentioned the place. Time Out thinks its the #1 place for coffee in Sydney, displacing Campos into second spot. When I heard that, I was dubious Thomas but I’ll readily admit that I can see why its so highly rated. The coffee is seriously next level shit. But I’m still gonna go for Campos as #1.

Why you might ask? Well, a good coffee experience is more than just the quality of the product. Both places are superb. The margins are minute, if at all. I’d just as easily be able to say that either joint served me the best coffee I’ve ever had in my life. Its seriously that good. Then again, there’s tons of places almost as good in Sydney alone. There’s all the other things that go into making the experience out of this world.

The place itself is nice but it doesn’t really say coffee. The menu is a full cafe menu, with all kinds of food, a good variety of single origin blends for sale as well as the Italian style stuff. The food is good, we had some sourdough toast with butter as well as a fresh pork pie, really simple but good. But their diversification leads me to be distracted away from the coffee. Yet, that’s not the main reason why I don’t think S.O.R is the best there is.

The long black I started out with was superb. Hardly much acidity and very good body. Intensely lively and wonderfully round on the palette. When it hit my lips, I was sold on the coffee. It was awesome. The cafe latte right after pretty much confirmed it all. The foam was dense, solid and lent a wonderful smoothness to proceedings. The affogatto just finished off a pretty nice morning, tastewise at least, for me. My friend though, had chunky ice bits in his and didn’t enjoy it all that much. Another commented that the vanilla bean ice cream didn’t have enough vanilla kick, which I agreed with. It still doesn’t take away the fact that their coffee in general is really really good.

Yet, that all seems kinda paltry because at the end of the day, the service was what let it all down. The owner seemed really really cool, like a guy who’d be great to chill with over some coffee. He came over, asked where we were from, and generally looked very easy going. Pity he wasn’t the one serving us. Instead it was this lady who seemed really rushed and gruff. She chased me outside when I went in to order, saying she’d come to the table. Fine. She takes the order but takes nothing down, eventually getting it wrong when I make a second order having decided it was good shit. Ok we’re a big group of eight so I’m not too fussed. She shakes a fist, 30% in jest, 70% in frustration when we tell them we got it wrong and one more affogatto should be on the table. Uh ok. She mentions its going to rain. We ask if we can move indoors. She says she’ll see but nothing happens. It doesn’t rain and I’m not too fussed but it seriously dulled my experience, especially considering it took a while for everything to come out. Perfection takes time and the stuff was good enough for me to wait an hour for but I don’t want the baggage that is the service, if that’s what it was supposed to be. I coulda served myself and been a whole lot happier.

I like the coffee. I want to root for it and go berserk but I cannot in good faith. I was let down, or maybe I was conflicted. Would I grab a coffee there again? In a heartbeat, if I was in the area, but it’d have to be takeaway. I’m never going to have that conversation with the owner over some reggae and a bucket of ristrettos. How sad is that?

Maybe it was just the combination of crap factors. Soon to be inclement weather on a cold wintry day, a big group of non-native English speakers ordering coffee at a new place, someone feeling stressed or having a bad day, me not understanding how its done… Its so easy to cross the line with what friendly service ought to be. If I could suggest one thing, it’d be to have an ordering system for stuff, like Campos does with the spoons and plates. They never screw up once. Perfection is allowed to run its course.

Bottom line, if you see an empress dowager wannabe at S.O.R, don’t communicate with it.

Single Origin Roasters
60 Reservoir St
Surry Hills, NSW 2010
(02) 9211 9055


Cruising through a storm
August 26, 2008, 9:46 pm
Filed under: Film

Watching the trailer, I was bemused by the idea of Robert Downey Jr. pretending to play an actor, so insanely obsessed with his method acting, that he undergoes a skin pigmentation process to play a black man. I just knew Tropic Thunder was gonna be a good show.

The latest Ben Stiller flick that is also directed by the Meet The Parents star, also drafts in Jack Black, Danny McBride (who was awesome in Pineapple Express), Nick Nolte, Matthew McConaughey, Steve Coogan, Jay Baruchel, Brandon T. Jackson and Tom fucking Cruise.

You’d be forgiven for thinking that Downey Jr. would draw the biggest laughs, using the race thing to his advantage somehow but he isn’t. He’s still funny but its the man who will save the world according to scientologists, Mr. Tom Cruise, that steals the show. Say what you want about the guy but I thought his performance was the best of the bunch as well as his own personal best. I have one mate still trying to dance like him right now, which isn’t something that I’d like to see ever again but its testament to the quality that Cruise is capable of in a comedic role. One that sorta pokes fun at himself.

And that, I guess, is the whole draw about Tropic Thunder. Its not going to be a good movie, but as I said earlier, its a good show. Its a simple and entirely entertaining 107 minutes that is one big jibe at actors and acting as a profession. Sure, it lacked a certain punch, a certain soul to it all and could have played up the war movie thing more but it was enjoyable, which is what you want out of a movie sometimes.

Me, I wanna be shredded like a julienne salad.



Pattison’s
August 23, 2008, 1:09 am
Filed under: Food, Sydney

For months, I have stared at the display, baulking at the high prices but finally succumbed to temptation, bit the bullet, dug up my book of cliches and bought me some pastries from Pattison’s.

Clockwise from left, Lemon Meringue Tart, Napoleon and the Almond Pear Tart.

Verdict? Good, if rather pricey. The three items above plus a Risotto pie ran me close to $20. Yes. Madness! The Napoleon I dissected first and I had to since it was rather massive. I ate it in a layers but it was good, very nice and clean pastry cream and great puff pastry and icing sweetness. I’d be great with a smaller slice overall, not as high and at 2/3 the price. The Almond Pear Tart was good too. The nice rounded sweetness of the frangipane filling went well with the pear and the shortcrust encasing it all fell apart in a lovely way. The Lemon Meringue Tart was probably my fave though, a good acidic, lemony hit in the custard calmed by a super soft meringue. The only peeve I had was the damn sticker. I mean. There’s glue and shit on it. At least they stuck/slotted it onto a lemon slice. Still, a touch disconcerting given how much I have to put out for everything.

The Risotto pie was alright as well, pretty tasty if unspectacular. I’d also previously had their savory meat pies and some assorted croissants. Overall, I’d say everything pretty much tastes quite good, close to great but I’m really not sure the price is at all justified.



Tujiko Noriko
August 23, 2008, 12:53 am
Filed under: Music, Sydney

Last minute gig, booked four tickets for Tujiko Noriko, who was performing at the Sydney Opera House. I caught wind after glancing through the Sydney Morning Herald online. They labelled her Japan’s answer to Bjork. I sorta disagree but whatever. I kinda liked her music and didn’t want to go alone, so I asked some people along. Fortunately for me, the $20 student tickets helped a bundle as well as the fact that it was at the Opera House, where I hadn’t actually explored all that much.

Braving the cold and mild drizzle, we made the march from Circular Quay. Stopped over at Operabar for a few drinks where a rather gruff and serious dude checked our ids before we got into some rum n cokes. We finish up our drinks and walk over, huddling amongst a rather random crowd that had its fair share of kooky (read unattractive) girls. My friend’s dreams of meeting his kawaii future Japanese wife evaporates into thin air. We get inside and are greeted by a fat, bald dude who is playing some inexplicable shit. Its all nice stuff, some I’d heard before, from Nitin Sawhney to Cornelius and shit. The problem was behind the decks. He somehow managed to gargle that into a messy, putrid mass of insidious noise. God, when is this shit gonna start?

Finally, a frail looking little Japanese lady steps onto the stage, which was sparsely decorated with a MacBook Pro and a mixer on a table, a mic stand and a single amp. She starts clicking around and suddenly a wave of sound comes through the sound system. Its rather incoherent and resembled what had passed before way too close for comfort. I apologise profusely to my snoring friends for dragging them down.

Then she starts singing. Its cute, pretty and the music gets a whole lot more melodious. Then I hear what I think is a song I remember. I step to the beat in my seat, feeling gently caressed and rather relaxed. Its all very inoffensive and polite. Really calming. So much so, my friend next to me dozes off not long after proclaiming one track sounded pretty good. I don’t blame him. Tujiko san just pretty much sings into the mic as she operates her laptop. Occasionally, she stroked her hair or her skirt sorta moved as she said very cute arigatos but that was pretty much it. I guess she’d be way more interesting if there was a band or something. The music’s fine and all but there’s not really anything to see.

That is, until, this creepy dude starts swaying his arms very visibly as he’s propped into a ball 2 feet from the singer. He then proceeds to lie down and contort himself into various positions as his hands interpret the music into a hypnotic dance, his body lit up by the ultraviolet light cast upon his white tee. At one point, the distraction grows when he suddenly leaps up and runs to the side, dancing merrily, lost in a trance. He then makes a request out loud, which is accepted, before proclaiming to the audience they ought to learn some Japanese. Guy is awesome, keeps swaying and shit throughout, until the end, where he tries to propose to her or something but gets rebuffed. Everyone laughs.

I dunno if its sad that the highlight of the show was a creepy dude but at least something silly happened. Otherwise, I’d have a coupla cross friends on my back. Kudos Mr. Weirdo.



Ag
August 21, 2008, 9:39 pm
Filed under: Politics, Singapore, Sport

Bit of a late pass but here’s to the Singapore table tennis team, Wang Yuegu, Feng Tianwei and Li Jiawei. They battled long and hard to get to the final and record the nation’s second ever Olympic medal. A lot has been made about their being born in China and not really being Singaporean but I think they are. Afterall, we’re a nation of immigrants, what’s adding another 3 more? We’ve always been able to adapt and extend beyond our pathetic physical size by looking outwards anyway. This victory might be a touch hollow for some but nevertheless, it remains a victory that reminds us that we need to keep looking outside the miniscule island that is Singapore. That’s if we want to continue on the way we’re heading of course.

Bravo ladies. Bravo.

The next step now involves stem cells and host mothers. Clone dem legends.



One
August 21, 2008, 2:24 pm
Filed under: Design

Sometime in the future, when I buy up the void that is space, I will be sure to get Konstantin Grcic to decorate the damn emptiness.



Vengeance is mine
August 20, 2008, 10:59 pm
Filed under: Film

Finally, I have completed the vengeance trilogy, Park Chan Wook’s set of 3 films that bring color and violence to the idea of morality. Previously, I recall watching JSA, which I found really good. For whatever reason, I never got around to watching Old Boy or any other celebrated Park film since. I’ve corrected that error now though.

I think Old Boy is probably the most powerful of the three films and probably my favorite. I can see why there’s so much hype, why there’s so much fuss about it. The story is a pretty well conceived one, with a killer sucker punch at the end. The Grand Prix at Cannes 2004 looks very well deserved. Choi Min Sik was rather superb. His hair is so rad.

The awesome, side scrolling fight scene that looks like you dug up your SNES.

Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, I found achingly slow and torturous. It was alright I suppose but really suffered from abject pacing or perhaps my own impatience. Plus, I also felt some things a touch contrived, like the nonsensical political drivel or the fact that one of the leads is a deaf/mute to amplify the viewer’s sympathy. It lurched for way way way too long, taking forever to emote the pain of the actors until I felt bored at times. There was scantly anything at all to lift the drudgery and even the ending felt marginally below my slowness threshold.

Sympathy for Lady Vengeance ends the trilogy quite brilliantly though. The plot moves somewhat slowly but interestingly. Bit by bit, you get to piece together what’s happened, what’s happening and what’s going to happen. Which gives you space to think and consider each piece of the puzzle. It starts out pretty whimsical and surreal then proceedingly gets a whole lot more intense. There’s a whole lot less violence in this one. Its all pretty much capped into the ending where everything finally unravels itself and you get a soppy ending scene to wrap it all up again. Lee Young Ae, who plays the lead, did a stellar job convincing me that she was simply a sweet, innocent girl forced to become a vengeful killer against her will.

I don’t see why anyone would see these films as being mindless gore flicks when they’re clearly not. I thought every single film looked at the idea of revenge and asked if its ever right. Whether an eye for an eye leaves everyone blind or if its ok to exact revenge to quell any wrongdoings done to us. The premise of the films necessitates that there is violence. Its not there just so we get to wince at teeth being pulled or people getting electrocuted to death. Its there to make us wonder if any of it is right or wrong. In Lady Vengeance, one of the guys in the final scene wonders out loud “This isn’t going to bring our kid back is it?”. Yet he still proceeds to enact what he deems to be justice by hacking an immobilized man.

Mr. Vengeance pitted one seemingly unfortunate individual against another. It wonders if passing guilt from one party onto the next is worthwhile or simply going to cause more problems. Old Boy has a similar vein, asking if violence is necessarily the answer or the undoing itself. Lady Vengeance starts with one person seeking revenge, only to add more to the same cause and deciding ultimately on themselves to deliver what they believe to be just. All three look at revenge as a somewhat hollow device that ultimately fails to replace whatever was lost.

In all three films, there’s a good amount of style and I never really had to cringe at anything. That is, I didn’t find the violence too extreme or senseless. It all seemed rather calculated and precise. There is a good amount of sap but I thought it was to be expected. There’s always these putrid scenes of innocent days gone by, when something silly happens between kids and a pile of shit follows once we come back to the present. But that’s ok. Koreans can get pretty dramatic. See Winter Sonata for explanations.

The films play slightly differently from other revenge flicks though. Its not about people trying to do the right thing but people trying to find a sense of release, a conclusion. You sort of cheer the leads as they delve from one violent act to another, stabbing, shooting and bludgeoning their way to resolution. Yet, you feel uncomfortable when the characters’ moralities are questioned and feel guilty for cheering before.

If there’s one thing I learned, I’m gonna keep my mouth shut if I ever see anything I shouldn’t see from now on. Cos I don’t want the mental trauma Choi Min-Sik went through.



99 Problems But A Chicken Ain’t One
August 19, 2008, 12:38 pm
Filed under: Food, Sydney

Ayam Goreng 99 is that temple where Sydneysiders go to sear their tongues in the name of devotion to the Indonesian gods of chicken. Located in Kingsford, its a lot more than a stone’s throw from where I live but I know it thanks to friends who live around the area.

Its almost always packed and you’re either going to have to wait for a place or you’re going to have to go to one of the other copycat joints nearby. Ayam Goreng 99 though, is the real deal. I brought 2 Indo mates along once and they were fulla praise.

You come here for the sambal really. Which is like the spiciest yet tastiest chilli I’ve had Sydneyside. The chicken can be a touch dry but its flavorful and cheap. So cheap, you can pretty much ignore everything, kinda like when the sambal first sets onto your tongue and your tastebuds succumb to the flames. Good thing you get to quench it down with cold water or hot tea free flow.

I recommend getting the char-grilled thigh with some rice and also some of their other lighter options. The kangkong is a good bet. Then finish it with an Ice Durian which some of my friends swear by. I never expected to ever find good durian anywhere in Australia but this comes as close as ever I guess. I must also remind anyone going for the first time to take a tiny amount (tip of the spoon tiny) of sambal to test before you slob a dollop of the stuff on your plate.

Ayam Goreng 99
464 Anzac Parade, Kingsford
9697 0030
Wed-Sun, 11.30am-4pm and 6-9pm
BYO, cash only
about 10-15 pax.