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Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I'll admit it--I forgot about the film after having searched my fingers off for where it would play in SF. A few weeks ago at a party put on by our ESL school's students, I and someone from Hong Kong, not a student but someone who visits them sometimes, attempted to talk to each other for about half and hour. He speaks almost no English, and I never learned Cantonese. The only thing we communicated successfully was that we both love Wong Kar Wai, and Chungking Express in particular. Our mutual understanding of this was expressed with enthusiasm and much laughter. My birthday always seems to start a few days early and continue and few days after. Having forgotten about 2046 (given up on seeing on a large screen), I was surprised yesterday when I was approached by this same person, who in order to avoid mispronunciation has, like many people with Chinese names, chosen a name in English. In this case, the name is He-Man, God knows why. I need to learn his Chinese name cause it sure won't fly, me calling him that. Anyway, he came up to me yesterday and said, "2046!" and then kept saying something that could have been, "Richmond," or "Natiol" or something. Finally he procured a brochure from the Metreon, where the movie is not actually playing but he thought it was, and he invited me to see it. At least we know it comes out Friday. In our native languages, we will both get an understanding of the film. Happy.
posted by lux at 8:44 AM
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