Back On the Other Side

Today we watched Men in Black 3 at that awesome theater on campus…and had no idea it was going to be dubbed in Chinese. Will Smith was still great either way, but there should be a law against anybody dubbing his voice. Hearing the voice of some mafia guy in those Chinese gangster flicks coming out of him was just SO WRONG.

The plot of the film was about as generic as you can get. Alien comes to earth. The Men in Black come to the rescue. Alien escapes or wins several initial duels. Men in Black try to figure out the alien’s end goal. The Men in Black figure it out and wins in an epic fight scene with the alien somewhere epic. The corniness of the plot is so universal and transcends languages so well, I’m starting to wonder if Hollywood action movies are the reincarnation of the Way in Taoism. I might be on to something here. 

Tonight, I went out to get some air and sat by myself on a bench. My Singaporean friends from class happened to run into me and said, “You should come with us to see Rachel rehearse for the talent show! What are you doing out here, you’re so alone!!” Insert Forever Alone meme here. 

My Chinese-Singaporean friend Rachel practiced “One Night in Beijing” on her violin while singing it with a Peking Opera voice…which left me pretty voiceless. She was amazing, and I can’t wait to perform with her tomorrow at the talent show.