I realised I haven't blogged anything for a while.
No more sharing, I'm thrilled, I just hope the place doesn't kill me. Peace.
This is a film by
Danny Boyle, starring young
Leonardo DiCaprio, called,
The Beach, it was an adaptation of a novel written by
Alex Garland, whoever that is, and obviously it's a book which I have not read. The rating was just over 6 on
imdb, normally that would have put me off but I went for this for the very fundamental reason -- Voila, it's about a beach.
I've always had a thing about beach, ever since I arrived on this island. Of course, Brighton isn't exactly what I personally would like to refer to as a "beach", it's all rocks and stones, no, not the way I liked it. And as a matter of fact when I clicked on cmd + F and searched for "beach" in my previous 13 years of life prior to the arrival, I couldn't even locate anything, so Brighton there we go, despite everything, it meant something, as a beach.
It was in
summer 2009, one of my cousins held her wedding ceremony at an island to the east of Tawau, East Malaysia, and it was an experience that would be planted in my brain for the rest of my life, the crystal clear sea, the butter soft sand, the villa the breeze the drinks the trees, mind me, it was paradise. The shitty phone camera shot will have to be excused, iPhone wasn't exactly as developed two years ago. Oftentimes some travel miles away from home looking for something different, seeking for an adventure but consequentially wind up sitting inside that comfort zone of ours, a dream becomes reality. It is when we dwell in the dream of reality searching for something eternal, that eventually, we would be able to see it with our eyes shut, that distinctive hue separates us from the rest, it's something concrete, something absolute, something restless.

Oh don't worry, I'm not spacing out and I haven't drifted away just yet. At one point or another, you will become acquainted with what's taking place in the film, it's exactly like
Bill Murray says, a good script is a good script, it automatically gets people involved and a good screenplay, it draws you close, intrinsically. I wouldn't go as far to call
Boyle a true visionary ahead of time, but I do think when people actually go back and watch this, a much much further and deeper sensation and appreciation would be developed compare to when it was first released in 2000. This was before
Leonardo had began working with
Martin Scorsese, he was young and immature, the act was slightly superficial, but none of it mattered, everything he was, everything back then, was a perfect depiction of a youth's impulsive and rebellious heart. The film painted a parallel universe, a nature not just in its own sense but a nature inside of ours too, like how the narration went, no matter where you go, no matter what Eden you are at, the desire, our nature will never be bleached. And the one and only
Tilda Swinton, enough said really.
And this reminded me of
Lost, which is fascinating, an inspiration or not.
Speaking of islands, next summer I would want to drag myself back to Malaysia, I would want to go back to that island, and I would like to see you again, my very first love at first sight, that happened in the summer of two thousand and nine. Good night. Ah shit, that sounded like some slogan for some lousy ads, never mind. Until next time.