BluE Scrubs

Watched a movie!!!!



At first I thought, Rachael, Nancy and I were going to tuck the two boys into screen 4 showing ‘Flight of the Phoenix’ rated 12, and scrambled into screen 1 to watch ‘Million Dollar Baby’ when we missed ‘Meet The Fockers’ at 7pm, but there was something about that combination of Dennis Quaid and Sticky Fingaz that made me hustled everybody into watching ‘Flight of the Phoenix’ last night.

Am not sure whether it’s my heightened sensitivity to anything non-work related after 2 days of torture in the ICU, or this film is simply a good dose of balanced inflammatory excitement , utter violence with crude display of intense peril, expansile action, vivid explosion, rippling muscles, wit, tension and choking suspense, but it sure saved me from going potty. Simply ke..

The movie was a bit like a lawnmower eating away my initial sceptical view about a certificate 12a rated movie, when the plane took off and the pilot was too jovial and one of the passengers talked about jinxing the plane. I stopped gobbling popcorn then.

When the ‘unexpected’ thing happened to the plane, the fast stroboscopic bursts of deadly storm, mixed with the animated vulnerability of the sturdy looking plane being shaken like a walnut in a jar, decapitated and swung down to the dessert without a postcode, got me gripping to the seat tight.

It was catecholamines surge from the first 15 minutes, and you would think it’s going to abate, but no, it got better and better.

The plane finally stopped in the sandy shock-absorber and it felt like discovering a false- alarm cardiac arrest after a storm of adrenaline up the stairs. All that running, sweating and adrenaline rush to discover that it’s all not that bad, but still it’s not good. I could almost make an analogy of surviving the Gobi dessert after a plane crash to that of surviving in Grimsby hospital after a peri-arrest. Almost I said.

So many bits I liked in this movie, which depicted so many outrageous behaviour manifested when you have to live on rationed water and canned peaches. All other unworldly characters came out to play igniting anything oppositely charged to it. Emotions run wild, hijacking any sensible reasoning from the higher centres.



One of them is when Sammi the chef, had to go into the caved part of the fuselage to nail in the wing when they finally agreed to build the plane with their own hands. They lost grip of the heavy wing and it catapulted slap bang into where Sammi was. I was like Oh nooo…matilah Sammiiii. Tidaaakk. One funny character that Sami. He came out from it crossed eyed and half smiling asking for a fresh pair of underpants. Hhihihiiyyyaaaaaa.


And that hyper- nerd model plane designer, Elliot has some serious god complex syndrome. I knew it when he spoke with bland expression with that stiffened almost choreatic gait. But in that situation, when your hope and dreams are so high and you only have just about nothing else to spare, and your only slim chance of escaping death is by means of lowering your ego, I’d say ‘please’ to that pratt as well. Now that I have thought hard about where I saw him before, he’s that twisted brother of Phoebe in Friends.


Oh he’s done it so well with that blonde crew cut and nerdy glasses blended with a touch of madness which irritated everybody like a pebble in the shoe, so much so that at one point we almost cheered ‘yes’ !!!! when Towns hit him hard on the face. Wohoooooo. Serve you right psycho.

I mean what right does he have to go and gun down the half dead Mongolian nomad anyway? Sheeesh. But then again, it’s probably a prerequisite characteristic to becoming a plane designer. They must have had Howard Hughes in mind when they created Elliot.

I know those vicious nomads killed that Scottish chap with the ginger beard, but still Elliot is a psycho. Starting from the Matrix-esque Neo backflip as the result being shot close range, right to the part he whispered ‘Don’t crash’ as his last words, I was giving my lacrimal glands a good work-out. I knew right from when they showed the entrance wound which was in the 5th intercoastal space, that he’s going to die of at least haemopneumothorax if not cardiac tamponade. I digress, pardon me..so hard not to do that.

Dialogues were captivating and witty in equal amount. The best part was when captain Towns refusal to entertain the idea of building a plane on the idea that if they build the plane, they’ll consume god knows how many folds of their limited water supply, sent one of the passengers with a big chin to head for Beijing on foot.

Bizarre, yes but the big chin did that in hope, and if big chin died it’ll be that he died trying. That very idea went through Towns like a plug to a socket. Big chin had a family to go back to and what he said was ace, ‘Give a man love, as a reason to live, if there’s no love, give him hope, if there is no hope, give him something to do’, which made Towns’ ‘this is not about winning or losing, this is about staying alive’ sounded pessimistic and they both went back to built the plane.

And talking about hope, dear Sammi, cut his share of canned peach into 4 and prayed before he dine. Another guy with a middle east accent, who was most dessert-wise among them all was watching on. He then told Sammi how amazed he was that in this time of test, Sammi still took time to thank God. Sammi being the Sammi the Chef said, ‘We’re alive aren’t we?’ which I thought was most innocent and moving.


I can never watch somebody eating alone, or eating food in a quantity or quality in that magnitude, always make me feel helpless, to this day I wonder why. Not a beggar, not a boy falling off his bike, or a pregnant woman standing on a bus that would do that.

There was a talk about this being a remake of an original film, but whatever it is, I am sure the previous one didn’t have Sticky Fingaz blasting Hey Ya – Outkast while they were flexing those raw rippling muscles under the scorching sun which made all five of us in a row jiggling in our seats. There were only 2 other lots of people in the cinema and even they were jiggling. Rick and Zach started chucking popcorns, at least I know they’re not hungry.

The movie felt like it was over so quickly that I didn’t get the chance to learn each and invidual character properly, but each was an honest and humble effort with sincere performance in making this movie, one that I didn’t leave my seat for the loo even though my bladder was already dull to percussion to the level if you let the tap open I’d go just like that.

Now that’s too much. If you plan to watch this and you’ve read till this bit , I am sorry I’ve spoilt some of it, but I have written it in such a way that it’s disorderly and hard to follow.(Very hard to do..yahah).

There you go, 3.5 stars from BluEScrubs, that’s a lot.

Blarrrrdee ‘ell how did it get this long. I used to do wordcount for 1119 essays for Puan Ashidah (oh didn’t we marvel at your different hairstyles and your matching handbags and shoes), and struggled to meet the 500 mark.

Now look, blogspot is refusing to post this up. (**&^$E£$^&^$£$£^&^*. Will definitely post up that shot of Tyrell Gibson and Quaid in raw hyperthrophied biceps when Hello stop flipping faffing . Am fuming. *&%$%£&^^&*%&