
Yet another one-man-show hero upholding Christianity faith and all that is good, while systematically disposing criminals and opposing all that is not good, in a post-apocalypse world movie.
Always my favourite, Denzel Washington did not disappoint as a lonely rugged fighter who managed to trek across US for 30 years no matter how harsh the conditions (I mean c’mon, this is a guy who can sit unmoving with a crossbow ready for god knows how long, in a air so thick with ashes that one had to wear oxygen mask, in order to catch a cat who is going to die of famine anyway — for a meal); unflinching in the face of evil; with superb figthing and sensory skills; has a soft spot for the female population; and blind. Yep. Blind.
Geographical technicality aside, the cinematography is good and very convincing (love the ruined and dirty look). But the movie as a whole fails to inspire and the plot lacks some real depth.
Several minutes into the movie, you will find that Eli (Denzel Washington) found shelter in a dilapidated house and happily roasting the cat away as dinner. The whole Eli-listening-to-iPod-and-relaxing scene serves no purpose, is boring and most of all, strikes me as nothing but a not so subtle movie product placement gig.
It is hard to believe that 30 years after the devastation there are no better infrastructure or technology (remember the iPod?) or hygiene facilities (Eli can smell the highway robbers miles away. Talk about very enhanced senses) in place, since there are human all around. It would seemed that time, and the brain faculty which makes human innovate, stopped altogether. But you will see at the end of the movie that this is not so. That at the other end of the beautiful reflecting water (and it’s not such an impassable dangerous huge expanse of water), there is a bubbling civilization and nicely decorated buildings and order and cleanly clothed human beings with manners and best of all – no Bible.
Is the director trying to imply that human civilization could very well go on and prosper without Bible? Actually, I think that monotheists religions are the root of all evil since the weak human minds cannot fully comprehend the meaning of it all. Ok, I digress. Let’s get back to the shredding the movie.
Solara. I believed the whole reason for the existence of this character is to provide some eye candy for the movie goers so they won’t be bored to death. And to provide a ‘conclusive’ ending where you see her taking up Eli’s gears and walked back to her hometown. To serve what purpose, I don’t know. I don’t even know if she could wield a kitchen knife, let alone that nasty blade of Eli’s. In any case it will definitely not be preaching, since she can’t read and it didn’t seem Eli had time to teach her between translating the Bible and dying.
Now the evil incarnate here is Carnegie (Gary Oldman), who, to my opinion, ain’t really THAT evil. He found and shared the water springs with all, kept shaky peace with his own team of armed enforcement, provided entertainment and has therefore successfully kept the livelihood of the villagers. Admittedly, he charged a king’s ransom for water but hey, it’s a scarce commodity after all. Tell me, which big private corporations and corrupt governments do not extort the ordinary living people to fatten their own purses? And if we can accept these organizations in our daily life now, what makes Carnegie so evil then?
Is he considered the evil of all evil ‘cos he took a blind woman as wife? Or ‘cos he forced the young girl Solara to seduce Eli to stay? Or ‘cos he actually has the nerves to employ illiterate rascals to find the Bible? Or ‘cos he wanted Bible for his own kingdom expansion and not to preach?
Frankly, I cannot imagine any reasons why he would want Bible. The reason Carnegie gave in his little speech didn’t make any sense. He already had this community and power thing going on smoothly; and with the impressive stocks of ammunition he got on hand (look at the almost flippant way he used the ammo to bring down an old wooden house), he could easily beat others into submission or pulp. Why on earth does he need Bible for?
Since we are on the topic of Bible and all things holy, throughout the movie I did not see Eli trying to preach peace and love to anyone before he chopped them all up into pieces at the sign of slightest transgression. Nor did I see him helping the poor travelling couple when they were attacked by the robbers, in fact, he was trying his best to ignore them. And beating the robber into a pulp later is not going to resurrect the dead. Nor did I see him teaching verses and graces to anyone except Solara, and that’s probably on a whim.
As a staunch believer of God, how could he passed the whole continent of America and not preach a word of God to anyone in these 30 years? Are the literate and prosperous ‘West’ people more deserving to have copies of Bible, and not the suffering stinking people on the other side of the water?
As a holy man of God, HOW, how could he KILL? Even if faced with monstrosity, shouldn’t he try to make peace before doing any irreparable damage? Killing is the worst abhorrence of all and it will never ever be in line with any message of love and peace!
I consider this movie lousy with dubious intentions. And if not for the stellar performance of Denzel, it will be a total flop.
I will end with this: Any religion scripture in itself has no power, and it does not automatically provide a door to heaven to anyone who merely read it with no action taken. To take a book half way around the world; selfishly keep it to himself; do not provide help to anyone; do not preach; and killing did not make the person a saint.
Popularity: 7% [?]
Ever since the government decided to wantonly hike up the fuel price, the rush hours are somehow getting weirder. The usual 7am jam is virtually non-existant, while the previously non-existant 8.00pm jam started! Car pool people, car pool! Like what my friend and I are doing. It is a waste (of your money and street space) to lug around a huge pile of metal just because one person inside wants to go to point B.
So yesterday when I drove from KLCC to Pavilion to pick up my friend CChinz, which took me 45minutes by the way, we had to let 3 police cars squeezed past. I ain’t see no accidents anywhere.
When we drove from Pavilion back to Jalan Ampang, again we saw 3 police cars drove by in top speed on the next lane. I ain’t see any criminals running for their life in this disgusting jam.
So after that, when waiting at the junction between Jalan Sultan Ismail and Jalan Ampang (Renaissance Hotel) for the traffic lights to turn green, we saw yet more police cars passed us by the third time. I saw one parked right in the middle of the crossroad and some others fanned out to other areas.
I remember thinking to myself: Ahh… Finally, a good bunch of policemen who were doing their job to relieve the traffic jam! They are so worthy of my tax! (Like I pay heaps)
So we patiently waited for the lights to turn green, or the policeman to wave us to go.
Then the lights came and went.
Then the lights came and went again.
Then the lights came and went and came and went again.
Still we had not move a milimeter and my fuel is dissisipating super fast! All the cars are honking away at the policeman to show their displeasure. What the hell was he thinking? Was his vision only one-sided? How could he not see that we have been waiting for so long and the queue behind was massive?
Despite all the long torturous hoking, we still waited for another 5 minutes before several police bikes flew past us with a big Rolce Royce that has a little flag in front in tow. After the RR passed through, the policeman turned and walked away, leaving us to our own demises.
SO.
We are forced to wait about 15minutes just so the minister/royalty can pass by without interruption and at top speed. At the rush hour of 7ish-8pm. Why can’t these smart people schedule their meetings EARLIER or LATER to avoid the jam?
SO.
Our police force is not mobilized to ease up the traffic but to congest it. Or just to let VIP pass through. Or just to harass bikers.
SO.
All the pain of people caught in traffic jam means nothing to people in power. Maybe they should try taking a cab with crappy driver; or sit in a monorail; or catch LRT when there’s no air-con available.
SO.
I think I need a cold beer in a chilled mug to cool down myself now… Allelujah to happy hour.
Popularity: 13% [?]
It was about 1.30am when we biked home (no thanks to the fuel price hike!), and encountered about four policemen hogging at a corner of the crossroad and stopped us.
They were not wearing uniform, so JC politely asked them what was this all about. One officer flippantly flipped open his wallet and announced that this is a police operation. When JC wanted to take a closer look, since there wasn’t enough lights, the police got irritated and said loudly: “Police lah!”
– It is our very right to check the validity of your documents too! –
One of them leaned on his motorbike (which looks like any normal bike); one of them was shaking his legs; two of them was standing with a scold on their faces. They look more like mak rempit than policemen.
Then they asked for IC and driver license from JC. I didn’t bring mine but JC passed so I passed. The trick is to speak Malay with them and don’t act scared.
Before we go, one of the policemen lazily said: “You must always bring your IC you know? Do you know when you do not need to bring your IC? When you go toilet!”
The other policemen chuckled and added: “Or if you go to grave you also don’t have to bring IC!”
@)!$&)*%!)#^!#_%*!#&^_!#*^_!^*!#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These people have ATTITUDE AND DRESS CODE problem! And you wonder why no policemen did not EVER get any respect from most of the community!!!
Popularity: 25% [?]
It goes like this… P-A-G-A-N. Only one vowel to repeat. And I don’t really care if you pronounce it the English way or the Malay = Spanish way because I understand that it is an unusual name. (I said it was simple, not ordinary) Simple, isn’t it?
NO.
Over the phone: Some people will annoying insist that my name is either Megan, Peggy, Haagen (you think my mum will named me after an ice cream brand? puh-lease), Pageant (who will named themselves pageant?), Pecan (do I look like a nut to you?), Penguin (don’t… just don’t go there), or Vivian (which part of my name sound like Vivian?).
Fine, it’s over the phone, the line might be fuzzy. I forgive you.
In person: The most fundamentally salah question: “Do you know what ‘Pagan’ means?”
The answer I’d love to give: No, I have been living with this name for eons and still, I don’t know what it means. Enlighten me. OR, if pronouncing my name proves to be too hard for you, you may call me Goddess.
In writing: Ok, I may have written like a man for all my professional email liaising, but Mr. Pagan? MR. PAGAN? Even when I have purposely put a (Ms.) at my email signature?!?!
And today, the creme de la creme - Ms. Chellapandi! Where is the connection?????
My only consolation is that the person got my gender right. Argh!
Popularity: 31% [?]

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