Welcome To Earth

We are going to talk about actors.

Xie ShaoGuang is the only Singaporean actor that can act. Fullstop. Yes, I had stop watching television since he retired early this year.

If I calculate the ratio of gender and race in raknax's award of professional acting, I would probably be a sexist and a racist.

The handful of actresses weighting against the list of male actors in my books were Jodie Foster, Christina Ricci, Emma Thompson and Emily Watson. The list for the male actors is much much more.

With the folding of 2007, I was supremely happy that I had found my favorite black actors. And for that, most part of this entry will be about them two.

Samuel L. Jackson for his performance in Black Snake Moan.

And Will Smith for his portrayal of the Omega Man in I Am Legend.

I Am Legend sank for two reasons. The director Francis Lawrence and the fucking director Francis Lawrence.

Francis, you ruined John Constantine a while ago, one of the greatest character ever.

Then you went on to ruin I Am Legend this year. One of the greatest Sci-Fi book ever.

You ruin my Christmas. Please, for the love of God, scram back to make MTVs for Britney Spears and Jennifer Lopez.

For the rest, if you are keen on watching I Am Legend, watch it for Will Smith.

For the longest time, Will had been the black John MacClane. These couple of years, we see his direction shift as he made somber movies like Ali, The pursuit of happyness, I. Robot and now I am Legend.

Will is the lonely Omega Man of an infected Earth. He had a dog called Sam. This can be parallel to Tom Hanks' Cast Away. Tom had a volley ball named Wilson. If you really had to ask, I could not and never imagine crying for a pissin ball. Now a dog as your only companion, I can. After Will held his infected mutt in his arms and strangled his only companionship in the world, he cried in fury, solitude, grief and rock bottom sorrow.

My favorite scene and that alone defined Will as one of the greatest actor alive was the one he went back to the movie rental store after Sam's death. He was sunken, his eyes bloated and cheeks trembling with tears. He approached a female mannequin and said shakily:

'Hello. I... I promised a friend (Sam) I would say hello to you today.'

His eyes darting and more tears began to flow.

'Please say hello to me.'

'Please say hello to me.' He begged again.

One can never get any lonelier that that.