Can't believe it. First week here, I felt isolated from friends, family, familiar faces. Things changed from the 2nd week onwards; made new friends, found several relatives and now I'm exchanging SMSs with my younger cousin who's a high-school student in Japan.
Wouldn't have picked Rush Hour 3 as my first movie in Japan to be honest, but since my little cousin wanted to watch it, we headed for a theater in Shibuya (渋谷). Finding places in Tokyo can be a challenge if one doesn't know the exact location. Maps are helpful, though not exactly accurate, and street signs are often ingeniously tucked away in the most inconspicuous places. Best resort: ask some other person. Police officers, solicitors, train station staff, security guards, all of whom are very helpful. Random thought: I wished I saw Hachiko's statue though. Have to go back again soon...
Anyway, we finally found a theater and bought tickets--designated seats of course, none of that getting in line 1-blerdy-hour before the movie fiasco. Smallish place, air-con not too cold, decent seats. I heard that Japanese movie audiences tend not to laugh/scream/react to the movie so I was looking forward to experiencing that, but I was wrong. People laughed out loud! The guy next to my little cousin kept moaning about how noisy other people are, "uruse-!" ("うるせー!"), annoying her to no end. He obviously missed the irony there.
The movie itself wasn't too bad. Zhang Jingchu (张静初) was worth the 1800yen ticket, if anything else. Don't quite understand the French-bashing though...oh well it's just a movie.
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