#hong kong hustle

[renegadesstuff]

Their married era is everything to me 🥹

S7E17, “Hong Kong Hustle” aired 9 years ago (March 16, 2015) 🫶

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Stephen Chow, Leung Siu Lung - Kung Fu Hustle (2004)

Director - Stephen Chow

[zodgory]

Round 1, Match 10 of my Blank Check copycat poll

MM bracket explainer

Official Truffaut v Chow poll

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A Pact Plans EVIL Revenge on Crime Fighting Heroes! "Royal Warriors" reviewed! (88 Films / Blu-ray)

“Royal Warriors,” a Revenge Tale, Now on Blu-ray from 88 Films! Hong Kong police inspector boards a Hong Kong bound plane on return from her vacationing in Japan.  She meets Michael Wong, the plane’s air marshal, as well as her across the aisle seat mate, Japanese native, Yamamoto, a retired cop returning to Hong Kong to retrieve his wife and daughter and retreat back to Japan to start their new…

[tinyreviews]

Tiny Review: Chungking Express 1994. Lovely Feels in Hong Kong.

The one of the best experiential movies I have watched.

The melancholic mood, the setting, the quirks, the dialog, the letters, the eating place, all chef’s kisses.

I felt like I was in 1990s Hong Kong. I felt the hustle and bustle. Noise, smell, mood, dirt and grime and grit, savvy and sassy and culture of 1990s Hong Kong.

Chungking Express is a 1994 Hong Kong arthouse romantic comedy-drama film written and directed by Wong Kar-wai. It stars Takeshi Kaneshiro, Brigitte Lin, Tony Leung, Valerie Chow, and Faye Wong.

[anlian-aishang]

SNK Men - Falling Out of Love with Them - Levi, Erwin, Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Zeke

tags: snk x reader, sfw, angst, food mention, alcohol mention, smoking mention, break-ups, modern AU, gn!reader

Levi:

You could tell from the second you laid eyes on him: a man of few words, an introvert, full of thoughts but nothing to say. Silent heart held secrets. Crossed arms guarded them. You longed to unlock his cage, to set him free, and shoulder those burdens with him. That desire gave you the courage to approach him. Your kindness kept him there.

Far later, living together, closets and cabinets filled, routines intertwined, such milestones used to give you confidence in your relationship. Over time, though, they became looming doubts. Levi never talked about his day, about himself. When you asked him, he provided mere slivers. When you pressed on, he narrowed his gaze in a way that shut you up. He was the foil to your fairy tales: never professing his love, never a heartfelt love letter just cause. In fact, no confessions of love at all. 

Sharing a bed with you, but not his past. Levi had met your friends, your family, but you couldn’t name either of his parents. Where did he grow up? What brought him to this city? Why does he love you? Does he love you? 

Years gone by, you started to question whether you knew that much more than you did that first night. Tears in your eyes as you surveyed him from across the living room: hand on his cheek, attention solely on his reading. He looked just as mysterious as he did back then. All that time, those efforts, your affection: wasted. 

A man of no regrets gained one in your departure: he should have told you everything. The only one he had ever lived with, the only one he had slept with, he thought it was obvious - how special you were to him. The pain of recounting his past was nothing compared to that of losing you. The vulnerability required to open up was much less than that of reconciling your break-up. In his eyes, he had been an open book. In his eyes, there was no reason to try that again.

Erwin:

Out of your league. Top of the food chain. Tall and blonde, smart and beautiful, he had the eyes of everyone on him. When you learned that his were on you, god, it was a feeling you wished you could bottle forever. If you could have, maybe that would have prevented you from falling out of love. 

From the first day you met him throughout the course of your relationship, you never forgot how appreciated he was, even if you wanted to. It was what drew you to him, now what separated you from him. Every morning, he left for work far before you woke up. Every evening, he was home too late for dinner. Weekends were wonderful - lazy cuddles, fancy brunches, movies and museums - but they were all you had: a mere 72 hours of his week. Work was his life, his wife. You were just his part-time, his side hustle. 

Over time, so constantly reminded of his importance, you felt comparatively, increasingly worthless. How many meals alone? The housework of two allotted to only one. Dinner parties where your date was the hidden corner or the cocktail bar rather than him. You realized: you were practically already single, and you would rather be comfortably single than repeatedly broken up with - every time he chose you last. 

What you missed were the kisses on your forehead before he left those mornings, the overtimes he put in so that his weekends could be free for you, the refusal of all-expense-paid business trips to Paris, London, Hong Kong just because they did not fit in your schedule. He had the world at his disposal, but home was always his top destination. Some days, he was late to arrive there. He left earlier and more often than he would have liked. But it wasn’t the mansion that drew him back, it was always you. 

Eren:

Eren’s spontaneity was perfect for that summer fling, the movie star of your coming of age. Last-minute drive-ins, sudden custard cravings, sneaking out of windows, and spur-of-the-moment road trips to nowhere, Eren was game for all of your heart’s desires, the most indulgent boyfriend, maple syrup on tap. 

Seasons changed, though, yet his impulsiveness didn’t. Come your birthday, he had no surprises planned, just whatever you want. Anniversaries that he would play by ear. When leases ran up and it was time to decide whether to move in together, he was a shrug of the shoulders: what do you think? Anything about your future, he played listener and simply let you drone on. He did not change the subject, but his lack of enthusiasm essentially did, a deafening silence to your thoughts: indifferent to a life with you. 

In frustration’s lens, his open mind became a careless one. Adventure was just childishness in disguise. Did he really love you or the idea of you? Were you a special someone or just someone to share experiences with? Unthoughtful, and you don’t deserve someone who doesn’t think of you. 

You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine when you suddenly packed your bags and snuck out of his house for the last time. Before he could realize you were upset, you were already gone, denying him a chance to tell his truth. He did not care about the steps along the way, all he cared about was sharing your path. Leaving decisions in your hands, he let you be the captain while he played passenger to your life. Given your fear of growing up, he felt that he could be your partner in playfulness, keeping your spirits alive. All of him meant to prioritize your happiness, whatever that would take, wherever it would lead you - even if it was out the door.

Armin:

Ocean-blue eyes, sunshine in his hair. Warm smile, soft hands. His appearance caught your attention, his mentality was what hooked you. Armin thought ahead, far ahead, constantly several steps before yours. It allowed you to relax for once, trusting that everything was safe in his hands. Reserving tables, making plans, shopping lists, booking hotels, thorough itineraries, his handling of everything convinced you to worry about nothing. 

In taking away your stressors, though, he had taken them all to himself. He would pile on, pile on, pile on until he was overwhelmed, taking it out through sporadic morning sprints and screaming in scalding showers. Apparently, his preferred decompression lie in caffeine-fueled midnight spells at his desk over a bed with you. When you tried to quell him, he would whimper, I’ll try to do better. I’ll do better. A simple sentence, but misunderstood. You thought he would improve at communicating with you, that he would work to share his workload. He meant the opposite: if he could manage his time better, if he could measure his responsibilities accurately, it would prevent his meltdowns so that he wouldn’t have to run to you. 

You were patient week by week. Month by month, you began to wonder. A year later, and he still had not even thought to let you in. From there, anxiety’s voice amplified: he thinks you’re incapable, incompetent. You can’t be trusted with even the smallest things. He doesn’t trust you.

No matter how many times he read it over, your letter still confused him. Encyclopedias and editorials, no piece of literature had left him lost like you had. A good head on one’s shoulders was his first and foremost requirement of any partner, so why did you say you didn’t have one? You saw his mistakes and loved him past them, how could you claim he was a perfectionist? All of him was with you in mind, but if he couldn’t share his life with you, you weren’t his life partner. 

Jean: 

By his own confession, he was helplessly in love with you. Jean said it early, said it often, both in words and actions. Close cuddles every night, deliberate kisses every morning. Regular reminders of his feelings had lifted your self-esteem from lowest lows to highest highs. You were such royalty in his eyes, you actually started to believe it in your own. Jean willed your status into reality.

You became the decision maker, the head of the home. He became your biggest fan, your yes-man. From things as small as choosing dinner to topics as big as world views and your futures, he was completely agreeable. Your hobbies, your friends, your feelings became his. At first, you thought you had met your perfect match. Despite his praise, though, you knew that the world did not revolve around you, only his did. When you asked him what he really wanted, he looked lost. Starting hypotheticals with if I wasn’t around… left him dazed. 

He was your perfect match because he was your mirror. In becoming yours, Jean Kirstein lost himself, you killed him. Playing his commandant, you destroyed him. Letting him free, you owed it to him. 

Jean could not disagree, no matter how much he wanted to: he had become yours, you had changed all of him. What you got wrong, though, was that it was for the worse. The role of significant other was what made him come alive. Before you, he was nothing. With you, he was something. Your needs gave him purpose. Your smiles gave him rewards. You had led him down a candy trail in pursuit of your affection. He had always imagined it would lead to a lifetime with you, but instead, you cut him off in the middle of your forest: lost and confused, alone and hopeless, nowhere and nobody. 

Reiner:

Radiant. Blonde hair reflected all light, making him stand out in any scene. His voice was deep, you dove and drowned in it. A head-turning, infectious laugh. Reiner’s body language was confident, his figure strong. His smile was inviting, his eye contact solid, attractive conventionally and especially to you. Broad shoulders would carry your troubles, soft lips would kiss your wounds. You clung to him like a life preserver, someone to share your struggles.

It was selfish of you, but he didn’t see it that way. In fact, he took it as the opposite. In catching your tears, he knew you would be there to wipe his. Listening to your vents, you had handed him a microphone to voice the things he needed off his chest. With you, Reiner was comfortable, even more than times he was alone. You let him cry while his inner voice yelled for him to stop. Tears penetrated your shirt, soaking all the way to your heart. Ashamed to admit it, but you used to enjoy them. A one-person audience to his other side. Proof that he could be himself with you. You took pride in that exclusivity.

Night after night, though, those emotions started to lose their rarity. Bags under your eyes, drifting off to sleep but woken up by a loud sob, Reiner was no longer romantic, but pathetic. That assured and capable man from before turned hollow in your presence. This isn’t what you signed up for. You’ve been tricked. You’re not his therapist. Instead of sympathy, apathy. Your former desire to hear all he had to say was overshadowed by your longing for him to be happy. The more he cried to you, the further you reached towards the conclusion: he was more often sad than happy in your presence. 

You said it was best for him, but you were the best thing that ever happened to him. You said that you could still be friends, but his friends didn’t know what you did, no one did. You had taught him it was okay to feel, but finished the lesson: just not with me. 

Zeke: 

Sharp, critical, an opinion for everything, above it all. You found him flawless because he could find flaws in anything, so when you managed to make him fall for you, your ego swelled: you were perfect. 

Reserving a passenger seat in his car, you felt you had booked a celebrity. Movie tickets, plane tickets, side by side, the exclusive partner for his excursions. Sharing his bed felt too good to be true. In it, the adoration he gave you was ripped straight from your dreams. For you, he only had praise. When he became your everything, your flaws disappeared to nothing. Two perfect people in love with each other, you thought your relationship would be the same.

It was for a while. Hearing his rambles, you savored his cynical perspectives and the low sound of his voice. His contempt for everything else, you translated it as proof of his love for you. When all else was awful, he found solace with you. Eventually, though, that lens grew cloudy in cigarette smoke. You could listen for hours, but the only thing that stopped his rants were the Marlboros. You never minded the smell of smoke, but when you thought of its connotations - confiding in cigarettes rather than you - you grew to hate it, to envy it. 

You worked so hard to make your home a happy one, but rant by rant, it was filled with sadness. If he had so much to complain about, he must not have been happy. If he was not happy, you were not helping him, at least, not enough. Not enough, not enough, not enough - no matter how much he insisted. 

// masterlist //

[welcometoteyvat]

not so live reaction to ga-ming gameplay video leaks

GOD!!!!!!!!!! i swear i dont think they've made a 4* with so much love and thought since like. probably yun jin. i think most ppl are stunned but like MAN. his idles???? the 10 sec of fully animated lion dance? it changes color and instantly reminds me of hong kong neon lights (his burst too tbh)?? THE BACKGROUND DRUMS IN HIS IDLE???? you can see in his normal attack sequence a very short plum blossom pole pops up and he steps on it, and like AAA idk. his animations. :') they really put so much effort into him I wouldn't be surprised if we got an entire yun jin opera animation w him too.

have more to say about how people weren't super happy about the removal of the white elements in his design, from the concept art, but i think the more i look at his design—he has a real/modern style name, is youthful, has neon effects, lively animation, everything matches up to create a very young adult character, a lot more modern than some of the liyue designs, it's nice. it's a cohesive design that actually hints at what his personality is like and what he does and that's a success i think.

there was a bilibili comment wayyy early on (before this leak flood), reacting to the disappointment about his leaked final design, basically saying, "lion dance is still a job, he probably wouldn't wear his uniform all the time even when off duty, and that's why his design seems to have less lion dance elements and looks more casual" etc. looking at ga-ming now that everything's released via leaks, this was def what they were going for. like you can tell that he's a vanguard, that's his full time job, which translates into the primarily black design, but you can also clearly tell he's a lion dancer as a side hustle. idk it's really nice :') i dont have much else to say, besides i think they probably nailed his design as best they could

[georayn]

my perspective around the crippling yet warm loneliness of fallen angels (no spoilers)

一 Fallen Angels (1995), dir. Wong Kar-Wai

defining this movie is a challenging task. but, if I was to sum it up in one sentence, I guess it would be "corny and depressing romance so corny it becomes refreshing".

I remember Fallen Angels as the first movie I've watched when I decided to take the ritual of watching movies more seriously, and it was basically the first film I'd ever seen that doesn't follow the cookie-cutter hollywood format of the hero's journey (I believe that was around 2 years ago). that's why I have such an affection for this movie.

to this day (and maybe until the day I die) I am not a good movie critic, that's why this is not a well-formulated critique in any way lol. so yes, I may be very biased in the way I percieve this film, so because of this I will not get into much detail of its technical aspects or its issues, I will just try to convince you to watch it if you haven't yet :D

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firstly, I'd like to address an elephant in the room: this is a Wong Kar-Wai film, so it strongly follows his signature style; the surreal and dreamy coloring, jittery camerawork, mind boggling action sequences including the step-frame takes and so much more. but I'm sure you've noticed most of these aspects through other blogs, pinterest boards and tiktok edits, so I want to put more emphasis into his abilities of storytelling and his producing process.

I am not the biggest fan of saying things in the sort of "omg only this director/person could ever create this!", but it is undeniable that WKW's way of thinking is very unconventional. Cristopher Doyle, responsible for a lot of the movie's cinematography (and who is someone that worked with him in many other projects until 2004) says that WKW always tried to look for what the movie had to say, even if discarding parts of the script was necessary. what I admire the most about his work is the way his characters feel alive considering that the flesh of his films are the struggles and "boring" aspects of life. I reeaaally love the way he and his crew are able to make the "disposable" parts of life so interesting. of course, the action and story shifting segments are part of what gives meaning to everything, but the connections between them are what makes all of it worth watching and feeling the characters' emotions.

so, how does the story go? this is actually a tricky question haha. in case you are not familiar, Fallen Angels is directly attached to Chungking Express, another film by Kar-Wai released one year earlier (1994). WKW himself reveals that Chungking Express and Fallen Angels should have been published as one merged movie, but he ended up losing track of the project's length (also, in my opinion, you can watch FA before CE if you want to, it doesn't follow any particular order to me). Here is where his instinct-leading creative process really shines; it may seem impractical, however this project might be the pinacle of his love for cinema, considering it was a project made for "making himself comfortable with making movies again" after a prior not so self-fulfilling project.

"You try to cope with the mass audience, but in fact you are not doing something for them—I would be fighting with myself. I thought, I don’t have to make big films, I can make small films that I can be happy with. I can find my own audience. So I made Chungking Express with a very low budget, and we made the film very quickly, only six weeks from the idea to the edit" 一 Wong Kar-Wai for BOMB magazine, Winter 1998 issue.

considering the whole project, he explains that Chungking Express and Fallen Angels both revolve around the city of Hong Kong, yet in its different sides: the brightly lit and uneventful hustle of the daytime with CE, and the freezing, dark and crippling loneliness of the nighttime through FA.

with that said, in my opinion, neither is "more impactful" or "to be more considered" than the other; as WKW himself said, both are complementary to each other, and even the characters are interchangeable. however, I am here to talk about the rispid and desolating feeling of the "type of loneliness" depicted in Fallen Angels specifically, since it resonates more deeply with me and it might do the same to you if you're looking for big-neon-city anxiety.

一 Fallen Angels (1995), dir. Wong Kar-Wai

now onto the actual story. both movies are divided in 2 "main storylines", contributing to the perspective of interchangeable characters. in Fallen Angels, one of the sides has a more intense dynamic that follows a hitman and his agent, whilst the other follows the wobbly story of a mute man who ends up meeting a heartbroken woman who asks for his help on getting her revenge. this all may seem kind of non-sensical, but I believe that one of the film's most charming features is its ways of making people so unrelated as these characters become so connected and dependant of each other just because of life's randomness yet without making it feel forced.

also, I haven't even mentioned side characters and I think i'd be too dense and maybe annoying to get into the details of their importance (especially if you haven't seen the movie yet), but I guess I could say they are the ones who provoke and question the main ones' morals. here, WKW's characters are the most alive when they feel confused, uncomfortable, alarmed and tired because of the harsh metropolitan life (just like real people). with that, they find themselves in a constant fight with other people's morals and even their own.

this sense of desolation may be depressing at its core, but it also defines the familiar matter between all of these people, bringing a comfort-like yet melancholic sentiment to the situations that unravel; no one is truly right-minded but you always try to consider where they are coming from. they may do fucked up things but they pay the price to life itself.

this melancholy carries the story's events until its very end, and I just love it. of course I'd rather choose that we live in a world where everything is perfect and this comfort found in sadness is unrealistic, but considering the societies we live in, specially in big and poorly planned cities, I find this movie to be a memorable portrait of this misterious feeling of loving desolation.

I wish I was able to get into the details of each character more deeply, but I think that would break the purpose of the "no spoilers" promise I made & I think it's more fun for you to discover them by yourself when watching the film. however, I'd like to say that, even though I feel like everyone in the narrative is able to connect to one another, each one has their singularities, flaws and quirks, which makes the familiarities shared by all the more precious.

therefore, the events and personalities present in this film are incredibly rich and capable of conveying this specific feeling of constant fighting for survival and sanity in such a complex and harsh environment. sometimes the narrative follows the actual outbursts of these causes, but I believe that the true beauty of this movie lies in the moments of hopelessness and fatigue.

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I wish I was able to spark your interest in watching Fallen Angels! this movie is very meaningful to me and I've been interested in writing about it for some time now! the thing is, this is my very first blog post ever so it might end up being shitty and I just don't know it yet hah... it's okay though, I've been struggling with being able to talk about the things I like just because my brain thinks I can't do it, so I think this is a step forward on fixing this! :)

in case you watch the movie, please leave your thoughts here so you can share your perspective! I really want to know other people's opinions about the things I love, even if you don't like it as much!

thank you for reading, see you!!! <3

References:

Wong Kar-Wai for BOMB magazine, Winter 1998 issue: https://bombmagazine.org/articles/1998/01/01/wong-kar-wai-1/

Cristopher Doyle for IstoÉ, 19/03/2021 (in portuguese): https://istoe.com.br/cinema-pelo-olhar-de-christopher-doyle/

P.S: sorry for any English mistakes! you can correct me if you want, I appreciate the feedback!

[echovilled]

character song tags.

@grapecaseschoices tagged me in this like a year ago ksmdkmsd (it's @beyonceswigs btw, this is just sideblog page I make stuff on lmao).

So I originally do have character playlists for my characters but I deleted them some time ago in an effort to remake them. I do remember some of the songs though (oc version):

Selina Liu (Catharsis)

Tears for Fears - Everyone Wants to Rule The World

Welcome to your life, there's no turning back, even while we sleep, we will find you. Acting on your best behavior, turn your back on Mother Nature, everybody wants to rule the world.

Vinida Weng - 煎蛋 (feat. Dough-Boy)

In the lab, I'm cooking it, I got four eyes, I'm focusing, straight from the start, know I'm on it, I'm whipping it hard, omelette. They like the way that I'm moving, every language I speak, I'm fluent, these kids in Hong Kong, I influenced.

Aether Inarieth

Megan Thee Stallion - Bigger In Texas

Y'all hoes treat a nigga like a death row meal, I treat niggas like charcuterie (ah), Self-made, a-sexual, and I'm always on point, like a decimal, Irritatin' these bitches, like eczema, I can hang anywhere, like a testicle, So much winnin', they thinkin' it's rigged, never thought I would do it this big, I'm the youngest bitch ownin' her masters, bitches always fucked, stuck in a deal.

Valley of Wolves - Lions Inside

If you leave me to my own device, I never had to compromise, this city’s like a jungle, gotta make it mine. Put my fears right out of sight, beat the hustle, better get it right, in a game where the strong survive, only the strong survive.

Cheasequah "Cain" Awenasa (Painting With Smoke)

Rex Orange County - Pluto Projector

The great protector, is that what I'm supposed to be? What if all this counts for nothin', everything I thought I'd be? What if, by the time I realize, it's too far behind to see? Seventy mil' projector, I can show you everything, yeah, and we're on our way to glory, where the show won't ever end, and the encore lasts forever, and it's time we're due to spend.

Far East Movement, Ryan Tedder - Rocketeer feat. Ryan Tedder

Where we go, we don't need roads, and where we stop, nobody knows . To the stars, if you really want it, got, got a jetpack with your name on it. Above the clouds, in the atmosphere, just say the words, and we out of here. Hold my hand, if you feeling scared, we flying up, up, out of here. Take my hand, close your eyes, with you right here, I'm a rocketeer.

it's been so long so idk who else who would want to do if but if anyone else would want to try!! lol!

[hollywoodstcr]

⊹₊  ⋆  (  michelle yeoh,  cis woman,  she/her,  60,  nicole kidman cc  )  i  think  victoria li elliot just  walked  by!  wow,  they  really  are  a michelle yeoh   lookalike!  they’ve  been  here  in  new  york  city  for  35 years,  and  seem  to  always  have  their emerald ring on them.  i  heard  they  made  their 250M  fortune as  an  actress,  and  are  often  associated  with  the lingering scent of expensive perfume, diamond rings adorning slender fingers, old wine corks & empty champagne flutes.  let’s  hope  the  world  doesn’t  find  out ( REDACTED ).

GENERAL DETAILS

full name:  victoria li elliot.

nickname(s): vi, vivi.

name meaning: victorious.

age: 60.

date of birth: september 13th.

place of birth: kuala lumpur, malaysia.

current location: manhattan.

ethnicity: chinese.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexual orientation: heterosexual.

romantic orientation: heteroromantic.

religion: buddhist.

occupation: actress.

education level: university graduate.

extracurricular: tba.

living arrangements: lives in a large penthouse in the upper east side’s carnegie hill neighborhood with her husband.

financial status: multi-millionaire; 250 million dollar net worth.

speaking voice and accent: malaysian accent.

spoken languages: english, malay, cantonese & mandarin.

voiceclaim: michelle yeoh.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

faceclaim: michelle yeoh.

hair color and style: long dark brown hair that reaches the middle of her back.

complexion: tba.

eye color: brown.

eyesight: 

height: 163cm.

weight: tba. 

body and build: slim, but toned.

tattoos: none.

piercings: double piercings on both ear lobes.

clothing style: classic & chic with a bit of an edge.

distinguishing characteristics: 

signature scent: tba.

HEALTH

mental disorder(s): anxiety. she suffered with postpartum depression after all of her pregnancies.

physical disorder(s): tba.

allergies: none.

sleeping habits: light sleeper.

eating habits: tba.

sociability: very social.

body temperature:  

addictions: she doesn’t think she has a problem, but she would be considered addicted to pills.

drug use: prescription painkillers; usually oxycodone or any others she can get her hands on.

alcohol use: regular drinker.

PERSONALITY

label(s): the hollywood icon.

positive traits: charismatic, clever, generous, loving.

negative traits: self-critical, secretive, aloof, meticulous.

likes: travel,

dislikes:  

fears:  

habits: 

goals and ambitions: 

astrology: virgo sun, gemini moon, scorpio rising.

personality type:  

moral alignment: chaotic neutral.

element: water.

primary vice: alcohol, sex & drugs.

primary virtue:  

weather: rain & thunder.

color: red.

music: kate bush, joni mitchell, blondie.

beverage: red wine.

food: laksa & murtabak.

animal: leopard.

season: fall.

RELATIONSHIPS

mother: tba.

father: tba.

significant other: richard elliot ( first name is just a placeholder until the wc gets filled! )

best friend: tba.

exes: tba.

sibling(s): three.

children: three; aged 21, 30 & 33.

extended family: tba.

pet(s): two dogs.

BACKSTORY

born in malaysia to chinese parents, victoria li spent the first 13 years of her life in kuala lumpur before moving to hong kong with her family, which is where she lived until the age of 18.

after graduating high school, she moved to the uk to study drama at university. her acting career began in london, before making the move to los angeles to pursue her hollywood dreams.

after hustling for several months in the city, she credits her big break to a very famous film director after meeting him by chance at a party. he gave her big break in a film that exceeded expectations at the box office and is now considered a cult classic.

a few months after moving to los angeles, she met the man who would eventually become her husband — he is also very famous in the film industry and the pair are considered hollywood’s power couple.

35 years later, victoria is a household name and one of the most prolific actresses in the world and has an incredibly impressive filmography that most actors could only ever dream of. she is the recipient of two oscars, six golden globes, two emmy awards and a BAFTA.

she has three children with her husband, whom she absolutely adores and dotes on. despite her incredibly busy career, she will always make time for her family.

her marriage isn’t as perfect as the world believes, and she’s currently having an affair with another man ( wanted connection )!

[romanceyourdemons]

i’m in the mood for a classic hong kong kung fu movie. any recommendations?

last hurrah for chivalry (1979) is one of my all-time favorites in this category, and king hu’s the fate of lee khan (1973) is also a lot of fun. if you’re interested in something that’s not wuxia, kung fu hustle (2004) is a great comedy and spl: kill zone (2005) is an excellent serious film. have fun!

[renegadesstuff]

Who could she be looking at like that? 😍

[supagogoman]

I went to Hong Kong last week and naturally I took photos of cats I encountered during my travels.

I also visited a Cat Cafe while I was in Mong Kok, it was very chill and a nice respite from the hustle and bustle of the Hong Kong streets.

Please enjoy the cat photos

[howardhawkshollywoodannex]

Qiu Yuen as the landlady in Kung Fu Hustle (2004). Qiu was born in Hong Kong and has 47 acting credits from 1972 to a 2022 Hong Kong series.

[flashfuckingflesh]

EVIL Has the Right to Remain Dead! "Magic Cop" reviewed! (88 Films / Blu-ray)

No Two-Bit Magician In ‘Magic Cop” on Blu-ray!   Hong Kong cops are confounded by a chaotic drug bust when learning that their female suspect, who had managed to overpower an entire unit of male officers and even take a bullet ambling deadpan into the streets, had died 7 days prior.  An outlying officer, and practicing Taoist, Uncle Feng is called to Hong Kong to not only quickly solve the…

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb: A whip-smart and charming debut novel that brilliantly reimagines Pride and Prejudice, set in contemporary Chinatown, exploring contemporary issues of class divides, family ties, cultural identity, and the pleasures and frustrations that come with falling in love.When Elizabeth Chen’s ever-hustling realtor mother finally sells the beloved if derelict community center down the block, the new owners don’t look like typical New York City buyers. Brendan Lee and Darcy Wong are good Chinese boys with Hong Kong money. Clean-cut and charismatic, they say they are committed to cleaning up the neighborhood. To Elizabeth, that only means one thing: Darcy is looking to give the center an uptown makeover.Elizabeth is determined to fight for community over profit, even if it means confronting the arrogant, uptight man every chance she gets. But where clever, cynical Elizabeth sees lemons, her mother sees lemonade. Eager to get Elizabeth and her other four daughters ahead in the world (and out of their crammed family apartment), Mrs. Chen takes every opportunity to keep her investors close. Closer than Elizabeth likes.The more time they spend together, the more conflicted Elizabeth feels…until a shocking betrayal forces her to reconsider everything she thought she knew about love, trust, and the kind of person Darcy Wong really is.

Review:

A modern day reimagining of Pride and Prejudice set in Chinatown?? SIGN ME UP. The story follows Elizabeth Chen and her family, including her sisters: Jane, Kitty, Lydia, and Mary. Elizabeth’s mother can’t wait for her daughters to find a good marriage, find a job, and move on with their lives while Elizabeth’s biggest concern is the community’s beloved derelict community center. When her mom finally sells the community center to new owners, Brendan Lee and Darcy Wong, two wealthy Chinese boys from Hong Kong, Elizabeth is suspicious. To saw Elizabeth and Darcy get off on the wrong foot is putting it lightly. But soon things take a turn when their worlds collide and they are forced to spend time together. Could Elizabeth be wrong about Darcy or was her first impression of him right? Secrets, betrayals, frustrations, and mistakes all come together in this delightful reimagining of a classic story. I adore the classic story and this was a fun take on it. I love the fresh new setting and diverse characters, and it really was a fun read. I think fans of the classic will definitely enjoy this!

*Thanks Netgalley and HarperVia for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*