The Girl Who Disguises Herself as a Boy: Celine Sciamma’s ‘Tomboy’ Review

It’s been a while since I last enjoyed a kid-centered film, let alone one that delves into an adult-centric topic with aplomb.

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How I Saw More Women-Directed Films in 2016 than in My Entire Life

“How many female film directors can you name?” asked my friend.

  1. Sofia Coppola
  2. Kathryn Bigelow
  3. Andrea Arnold

I was stuck. I had no problem rattling off names of famous male directors. Yet, I don’t even know enough female directors to count on one hand.

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Singapore Botanic Gardens. Photography by Olivia Griselda.

Day 124: The Bench Moment

I have to admit: I have a certain fascination with park benches. Blame it on films such as “500 Days of Summer” and “Forrest Gump”.

500 Days of Summer Bench

Forrest Gump Bench
It is the fantasy that, when you sit on an isolated bench by yourself, a (attractive) stranger of an opposite gender will come to take on the bench’s other half. As you start talking with the person, you realise that both of you get along really well. Some magical conversations ensue.

Of course, such things are called fantasies for a reason. These things don’t always happen in real life, but they can occur from time to time.

Of the bench encounters I’ve had, only one has been memorable thus far. It occurred two years ago in Prague, Czech Republic. The bench was on the hill of Schoenbornská Zahrada. I was resting after a long walk, while the man was taking a cigarette break. The park provided us with an escape from the urban life. We spoke for close to an hour about life in general. After our descent down the hill, we came back to the reality of Prague, and we parted ways. We didn’t even exchange names the whole time.

Here’s to many more interesting bench encounters in life.


Botanics Garden, Singapore.

Day 40: France & Godard


Recently, I finished watching Stanley Kubrick’s films (except for Eyes Wide Shut, which is inaccessible in Singapore). So, I decided to focus on another director’s body of work, and I settled with Jean-Luc Godard. Maybe, I was feeling guilty for not watching enough French films when I was studying near Paris for 6 months. Maybe, I wanted to improve my French. But, I think my main reason for the choice was that I have never delved into French New Wave (Nouvelle Vague) films before. My prior experience was only with “Jules et Jim” by François Truffaut, which was also within the past year.

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