First thing first, I must gasp in dismay and suggest that the film didn't worth 20% of the $8.50 ticket price at all. I guess Jack Neo is running out of idea, and has tried all ways he could possibly have done to engage the audience with his favourite mixture of laughter and one other extreme reaction, and in this case, kiddy fright. Despite all his effort, I'd say he was merely trying to entertain a two-year-old with his ultra-fake computerised graphics and the same old repeated jokes - how many times, in his previous movies, did Ah Nan said about the cobra and the 'spectacles'? Umpteem times. The ghostly appearance and some cinematic shooting angle do however look some sort of Holywood or Hong Kong film style. The rest of the effects were just damn fake, and having to stare so long at the screen just to see the fake granite hill fall off its cliff was simply a pain. Throughout the nearly two hours and especially nearing the end, I felt quite some urge to leave the hall - I have never felt like this before. Not only did the three story parts unlinked, I wasn't really sure what's the rational behind each individual part.
Albeit funny, the entire experience just left me wondering again whether to watch his next film. The decision this time to watch it is all in the name of supporting a Singapore film. I will surely think twice before queueing for the ticket to his movie in future. It's a total disgrace for the Singapore film industry - now almost all Malaysian cinemas show this film. Roystan Tan, a new bird in the commercial-scale production, did a far, far better job.
Following his previous movie's 1-star rating by a local magazine, I'd have given him half a star more this time, at the capacity of a common layman. It just feels like a no-brainer film of the 1970s.
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