Once in awhile a movie comes along that sweeps you off yr feet. Connects with everyone in the theatre. You fall in love with the movie, you feel the passion of the producers and you emphatise with the characters.
How often do you sit in a cinema and the entire audience erupts in spontaneous clapping when the movie ends?
How often do you leave a cinema with pride bursting in yr heart, a smile, hope and optimism for all of us, with tears streaming down yr face so much that yr mascara runs and you look like a raccoon?
I felt proud to be a Malaysian. Proud that Malaysians made a movie far better than the overhyped Star Wars, two dimensional James Bond, zillionth rehash of same old same old London Has Fallen types.
Proud of seeing the Malaysia of my youth fleshed out in the riveting, captivating, witty and oh-so-full-of-soul Ola Bola. It's finally movies and songs by the generation after mine ....who long for the sincerity of kinship that has eroded due to politics....that will save the day.
I who believed that Science rules the world, take my imaginary hat off and take a deep bow to the producers of Ola Bola. To Art. You have started the ball rolling. And may it never stop.
You have defined a Brave New World, a Martin Luther King moment of 'Free At Last, Free At Last, Oh My God, Free At Last' .....through the beautiful yet subtle reach of movies.
Chui Production.
This is a name that will go down in Malaysian history. You did well. Heck. You blew the lid off to another universe. And I didnt even like football. Only now I do.
