My road to riches

I went to watch The Memoirs of a Geisha yesterday with Freako. The expectations level were quite high… eversince i saw Zhang Ziyi on the FHM cover. After watching it, i realised that the movie reminds me of one thing…

that thing is called constipation. Why?

Because when i suffer from a constipation (sembelit in bahasa), i would sit on my throne for an hour. I felt like taking a crap, but it just wont come out. So for the next 60 minutes would be spent attempting to get it out of me. That, my friend, is how i felt when i was watching this geisha movie.

Dont get me wrong, everything else about the movie was excellent. Gong Li did a magnificent work potraying the ever scheming and evil Hatsumomo ( And she looks really hot too ). Zhang Ziyi did very well as the innocent and naive Sayuri…  Everything was good, the cast, the clothes, the props, the settings, and the cinematography. Everything was good, well… almost. The critical aspect of the movie that failed was the story and excitements itself.
Notice the similarity between the movie and a constipation, how excited can things get? I can sit on the toilet bowl for hours and nothing comes out; i sat in the cinema for hours and nothing comes out.

To sum it up, watching the Memoirs of Geisha is like trying to shit but nothing comes out (for an hour).

Oh, check out this spoof geisha trailer. Try not to die laughing tho: CLICK ME

http://youtube.com/w/Memoirs-of-a-Geisha–Mad-TV?v=_AQvqsZFgDY&search=geisha

Overall the movie was a disappointment. No kidding.

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