Who cares?
And since this is just a movie, we should perhaps look at it from the perspectives of artistic creations instead of blockading it with mind-controlled ideologies.
By Tay Tian Yan, Translated by Dominic Loh, Sin Chew Daily
The Wong Kew-Lit that I know is an insistent locally bred director.
He has in the past made a number of local documentaries, including Malaysia My Home, My New Village Stories and My Roots which have been aired over paid TV channels.
His documentaries register the lives and history of Chinese Malaysians in full honesty.
Some of them are very straightforward and unpretentious, such as capturing the moments of a primary school pupil, the sweat and tears of people in the street, and the insistence towards the Chinese culture and traditions by the elderlies.
These films will often stay lingering in our heads for an extended period of time after seeing them.
To videotape the work of rubber tappers, Wong and his team had to start before sunrise, get tensed up for the entire month just to capture the best of cultural happenings. In order to document the life in new villages, they regurgitated the history of new villages in Malaysia, and left their footprints in many of them.
Wong has since acquired a profound sense of affection for Chinese new villages after he finished up with My New Village Stories.
