Tear-jerker
I didn't intend to watch New Year Baby at Meta House tonight as I had tickets for the MTVExit concert at the Olympic Stadium but I got so pissed off with waiting for the thing to start, I left and took myself along to Meta to watch Socheata Poeuv's moving and sentimental 75-minute documentary. I first saw the film in Oxford in March 2007 and it was just as good to watch it again, as I had to hold back a few tears in order not to make myself look a big cissy. You can read my original review here and if you haven't seen it, you should. A very powerful and very personal story. And I had to show solidarity as Hanuman Films, my company, did all the leg-work to get it filmed here in Cambodia.
As for the MTVExit concert, don't get me started on that. Scheduled to kick-off at 4pm, I was on time and three hours later was still waiting for the bloody show to begin. By this time I had completely lost patience, especially after watching half an hour of kiss-arse speeches from various sponsors and do-gooders who all professed their love for Sar Kheng and the government. It was cringeworthy. I couldn't be bothered to hang around any longer especially to listen to headliners I'd never heard of - Click who? Okay, I did want to hear the line-up of Khmer superstars but I can wait for another day to hear them. It was well attended for sure (including a group of demented screaming barangs) and I should know that nothing in Cambodia ever starts on time, but I'd already lost my rag at the heavy-handed security buffoons, who couldn't organize a piss-up in a brewery, and three hours late is enough to try the patience of a saint. I hope they suffered from one of Phnom Penh's regular power outages.
As for the MTVExit concert, don't get me started on that. Scheduled to kick-off at 4pm, I was on time and three hours later was still waiting for the bloody show to begin. By this time I had completely lost patience, especially after watching half an hour of kiss-arse speeches from various sponsors and do-gooders who all professed their love for Sar Kheng and the government. It was cringeworthy. I couldn't be bothered to hang around any longer especially to listen to headliners I'd never heard of - Click who? Okay, I did want to hear the line-up of Khmer superstars but I can wait for another day to hear them. It was well attended for sure (including a group of demented screaming barangs) and I should know that nothing in Cambodia ever starts on time, but I'd already lost my rag at the heavy-handed security buffoons, who couldn't organize a piss-up in a brewery, and three hours late is enough to try the patience of a saint. I hope they suffered from one of Phnom Penh's regular power outages.
2 Comments:
Wow I sounded pissed off when I wrote that blog entry! I'm sure everyone had a great time at the concert and of course I'm fully behind the theme of ending exploitation and trafficking which is what the focus of the event was all about. I've been been to many concerts in the past and must be getting too old for all this malarkey...hence my 'bear with a sore head' view.
Tonight (Saturday), I will attend a much more sedate (in line with my advancing years) performance of classical Cambodian court dance at Chaktomuk Theatre in PPenh.
Where's my pipe and slippers?
Andy
I forgot to mention that the story on show at Chaktomuk tonight is Vong Sovan Chann Savat - whatever that means! I will try and work it out whilst watching and let you know later on tonight. Anyone want to be my Khmer translator?
Andy
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