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Thursday, December 07, 2006

So, we didn't win...

But what's wrong with this picture?

1. Director for one of the films gets up before the the announcement of the winner of the Best Actress award and moves to the end of the row of seats to wait for the name to be announced.

2. Producer of another film thanks the jury for the win, and then mentions how much he enjoyed spending the last 7 days with them, visiting Uniquely Singapore.

3. There were ties. Shared awards (well, actually not shared - there was one for each winner).


Then again, I'm just glad I got to dress up. And to be in the same room as Anthony Wong and Cecilia Yip. But I'm swearing off formal-wear for the next two months. Sometimes, it's just not worth it to dig out stuff from your wardrobe to look good. Especially when no one in the theatre even realised we were in it.

Next time, we'll get a $1 million dollar budget, requisition guns and blow up a mountain. Forget the $10k budget that we spent on Becoming Royston, let's splurge.

The dinner at Empire Cafe and the drinks after that at Loof was good though.

Ah, wallowing. Good once in a while.


But, next screening of the movie for the people who missed it on Tuesday will be announced. Stay tuned.


Updated 8 December 2006, 4:04 am:

OK, so now I'm drunk, and I can say whatever I want that I wouldn't say normally:

Kelong!

That's pretty much all I have to say.

Or not.

Am I upset about not winning? Perhaps. See here. Or not. I'm more upset for the others who might have stood a chance if people weren't already a shoo-in for the award.

C'mon. Anyone who came for the rest of movies would have known the field Becoming Royston found itself in. An explosion? Guns? A film made with 200 people in the crew? Jeezus Christie. We were lucky if 6 people showed up. And our budget? Already mentioned (see above). Fucking hell. How the heck were we supposed to compete with that?

And how about how we were informed at the very last minute about little events with the jury where we could've tried to tripod them a little? A networking session with the nominees and the jury on Monday, at 6 to 7 pm. And we were told at 6.30 pm? Lunch with the jury and the STB people on Tuesday at noon, and we were told at 10 am? A rehearsal for the Awards Night at 2.30 pm on the day itself and we were told just the evening before*? And what did we do when we were there? Pretty much getting ignored, sitting at the back of the hall and then leaving after waiting 40 minutes for the jury and the other nominees to arrive, and having the rehearsal last a grand total of 10 minutes.

How about a speech at the start about how we were all winners because we were already nominated? Fuck that. It's one thing to be already nominated when the field is still open. But not when the winners have already been decided beforehand. Winners? Hah! No wonder some people don't attend the Oscars.

I'm not normally this sore a loser, but when all these things happened and when I was witness to all these things:

What's wrong with
this picture?

All I can say again: KELONG!



* And why the fuck were we there in the first place anyway? People already knew who won, right?

4 Comments:

  • At 10:31 AM, December 07, 2006, Blogger Ruok said…

    Haha, let me know when u r splurging for your next project ;)

    Anyway, I hope the Cannes guy like it enough to invite you guys for the festival next year. Cannes ftw!

     
  • At 1:50 PM, December 07, 2006, Blogger Terz said…

    Yeah, I hope so too. Plenty of other things to do beyond last night.

     
  • At 9:26 PM, December 12, 2006, Blogger NARDAC said…

    welcome to the wonderful world of movie-making. You just got your cherry taken.

    As for Cannes, that's rigged too.

    Though, making a good film that you can stand by, isn't that the point in the first place?

     
  • At 4:34 PM, December 15, 2006, Blogger Terz said…

    nardac - Yeah... Everything's rigged these days. Oh well. Coming from a different point of view, it's just something I do that I don't expect recognition for. That's what I'll keep telling myself.

     

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