Yesterday went to watch Run Lola Run with a classmate at a local public university because one of its faculty organised a German Film Week. This is the first foreign film have watched, if one doesn’t count the foreign films caught on the boob tube. Though technically, this isn’t even watched at the movies, as the movie was shown over the projector. It was a good movie – short and entertaining. Loved the ending. She remembered the good reviews for it, hence the reason why she went to watch it. Her friend enjoys watching foreign films; it’s nice to know that, so now they can watch all the foreign films together, especially the French ones that only she wants to go and none of her other friends do.
Malaysian students are a weird lot. While watching Run Lola Run, they were laughing at the so not funny bits, like this scene where the police shot Lola, and when the camera shows the shocked face of the policeman, apparently that was funny! How they laughed, as if this was a comedy rather than some really artsy foreign film! Like killing someone unintentionally is as hilarious as a person slipping on a banana skin! And when Lola pointed the gun at her father, who was like a bank manager or something, while dragging him to get money she desperately needed, APPARENTLY it’s hilarious to see a daughter dragging her father while pointing a gun to his neck!! How can these bozos not appreciate the intensity of the situation?! She was trading flummoxed looks with her classmate, Miss Z while the whole hall was filled with inappropriate laughter. (Thankfully, Miss Z did not laugh. She’d have not want to watch foreign films with her anymore.)
She begins to wonder if her sense of humour has been desensitised by watching so many sitcoms or that those students’ sense of humour are seriously warped and childish.