Once upon a time, the ticket to a movie only costs 40 sen for the normal class and 60 sen for the special class. There wasn’t air-con, only fans, no popcorn, only kuaci. And instead of lover-seat, we have bugs-seat. Tiny insect that hide in the wooden seats, like bed bugs. Yeah, if you are lucky, you will come back from a movie with a swollen butt and thigh and an orgasmic scratching session for the whole night. No one watches movie in the day because the tin roof will be too hot for the cinema. The cinema, Kim Wah in Bayan Lepas is no longer there.
*sigh* Those were the days of Chin Han, Tien Nui, Ling Ching Hsia (before she turn lesbian-ic), Ching Hsiang Ling, Sek Kin, Bobby (the bollywood movie), Bruce Lee, One Arm Bandit (the movie, not the machine). Not to mention Hail Amir, Uji Rashid, Dahlan Zainuddin…. (Oi, P. Ramlee died oredi la) I was real small then, about 5-6 years old only and my older sisters and mother would drag me to the movie almost every alternate days.
So, I grew up on a large dose of Taiwan melodrama. This is long before Run Run Shaw turn to Hong Kong. Taiwan movie rules! The same old story of rich girl love poor boy or poor boy love rich girl. Blind girl love boy, boy love mute girl etc etc. And censorship wasn’t as strict as now. So, this little girl will be watching scenes of a male and female in bed, under the blanket with legs twisting. And thought that, that’s what happened when people stay under blanket, get too hot and bitten by bed bugs. And when they got too hot, they are too stupid to remove the blanket but instead they sigh (moan). Geez, lucky I did not turn into some freaky hiau po (pompuan miang/slut).
With the amount of melodramas I had watched, I am glad that I somehow turned out ok in my own love life. Thank God, I did not go pining for that long lost love or go standing in the rain and cry (Taiwan favourite scene). Or keep the used handkerchief of a certain Ah Beng (‘cos my name is Ah Lian liao mah). Worse still, girls then commit suicide over the littlest thing. Like gotten themselves pregnant. Or leaping off bridges and seas over failed examination results.
Ah well, my real life wasn’t less dramatic than some of the movies I have watched. But at least I did not sit and wait for The End and hoping for a happy ending. I make and direct my own movie and The End has to be happy, regardless.