LESSER#7:
LORD OF SINGAPORN
(a.k.a. Uluman Becomes)
— draft 3 —

INT.THE DINNING ROOM WITH A WINDOW – DAY

ULU (V.O.)
I have a mission. The world is in
danger already. Because my
pornographic imagination is growing
out of control like a plague. It’s
only a matter of time I destroy
civilization. I cannot let this
happen. The war against my
terrorism begins.

Disciple 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 are female followers seated
along the dinning table like The Last Supper tableaux.
Instead of Jesus Christ, we see Joni Porny in the picture
center.

Ulu inspects his reflection on the window plane.  He sees
Joni Porny smiling back at him. They are the same person.
They always wear the same costume. But Joni likes to wears
his tuque like a dick head.

Joni stands up and starts dancing with Disciple 3, 4, 5 and
6, like Lady Gaga in her Bad Romance music video.

The Virgin Disciple, Veedee, enters the room in a white
dress. She walks in between the leading Disciple 1 and 2.
They handled her like a docile lamb, making her bend over at
the edge of the dinning table. They spank her buttocks
until spurts of blood fills a pee bucket beneath the table.

The disciples take turn to write and draw on Virgin
Disciple’s white dress with red ink from the pee bucket.

JONI PORNY
I love this business. Behold The
Brown Sensuality!

We see Joni painting Veedee’s skins with sprays of chocolate
fudge.

We see Disciple 4 and 5 powerdering their faces, to give
themselves a fairer complexion.

JONI PORNY
(priest-like open arms)
Brown is good. Brown is
beautiful. Brown is a pricelss
gift from the heavens.

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – DAY

Disciple 6 is a performance artist obsessed with Jerzy
Grotowski’s ideas of The Poor Theater, especially his ‘Via
Negativa’ methodology.

D6
Excuse me, Sir. You said you
wanted to make a porn that
celebrates The Brown Sensuality.
What do you mean?

ULU
(script reading)
Stop this at once! This is
embarrassing. You’re all supposed
to be my holy warriors. This is a
Holy Struggle against infidels like
Joni Porny. He is evil.

D6
Archetype. You need to find an
archetype to make this work for
you.

ULU
(script reading with a
proclaiming finger)
We must be ready to sacrifice
ourselves for this holy cause. We
shall fight their terror with the
power from the temple within.

D6
Yes, Sir. Time to do the exercises
to wear down the burden of
civilization created by the
imperial infidels.

Disciple 6 leads Veedee in rigorous physical exercises,
inspired by Grotowski’s The Plastiques, to bring the sweat
out on their faces and bodies.

JONI PORNY
Ah this is so fucking boring. Why
do they have to make it so
depressing? Can’t they just admit
that the stage is a porn!

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – DAY

JONI PORNY
Shit we have no budget for the
special effects make-up!

D6
This is the poor theater. The
lesser you show the better. What
is the most essential thing in the
character of Disciple 5?

JONI PORNY
I want to see some fucking naked
sweaty female flesh!

At full moon on the drawing paper, Disciple 5 feels a blood
dripping phallus growing out of her womb.

She sees body painting of werewolf hair on her limbs.

JONI PORNY
Now you must rip your clothes
apart. The infernal heat is
exploding in your body! You must
rape or die!

D5
But I don’t like the feeling of
hurting someone with this new flesh
growing from my crotch.
(Beat)
But I can get back to those who
raped and murdered me.
(Beat)
Like a ferocious wild cat.

ULU
(script reading)
Die! You infernal beast! Hell fire
and damnation! Blah blah blah!

Disciple 6, Disciple 5 and Veedee are engaged in a ritual
dance.  Their body and limbs movements are graceful and
sensuous like the Balinese dance.

Joni Porny shows signs of impatience and frustrations. He
pulls Disciple 6 out of the picture.

JONI PORNY
(to Disciple 5)
This is life and death. You either
eat her or die.

VEEDEE
Please don’t eat me.

DISCIPLE 6 (O.S.)
The Wild Woman as The Hungry Wolf
is an interesting
archetype to work with. Don’t
waste it like some porno parody
boss!

JONI PORNY
I know. But shut up! I’m sick and
tired of making artistic
justifications!

ULU
But you know you’re a failed
pornographer. You’ve always been.
So comon, stop cheating yourself.

JONI PORNY
I can make! I can make! I can
make the most hot fucking porno! I
can sell! I can sell!! I can
sell!!!

ULU
No, you can’t. This is not you.

JONI PORNY
Fuck you!

ULU
Bless you.

Joni strikes in rage. He strangles the off-screen Ulu.

But since they are the same person, we now see Joni
strangles himself until his tuque drops.

Meantime Disciple 5 has entered the aggressive nature of her
character. Her attempts to sit on Veedee’s face is a tussle
of animal will and strength.

Disciple 5 enjoys choking Veedee with her gripping thighs.

This is a savage ritual where the border between the sacred
and the profane diminishes.

JONI PORNY
Yes yes yes.. an erotic dance
between the lesbian werewolf and
her next victim. Get naked girl!
The hungry wolf needs some hot
naked flesh! Comon!

D6
The Wild Woman archetype.

ULU
I’m troubled by the fact that we’re
falling in the dead trap of
commercial cinema.

D6
Why, sir?

ULU
Once we give in to the audience’s
voyeuristic desires, our battle
against the terrorism of the
pornographic imagination fails.
Everything becomes spectacles of
attraction sexualised to the power
of triple x.

D6
There is no room for reflection.

ULU
Exactly. The suspension of
disbelief in a dark auditorium can
only create passive submission to
the desires of the maker.

D6
Desire leads to delusions.

ULU
And delusions leads to death. The
fate of humanity lies in a few
hands today.

JONI PORNY
Goodness gracious me! Can we get on
with the lesbian werewolf thingy?!

D6
It has to stop.

ULU
Can you feel the power in you
already?

D6
(awe & rapture)
I.. oh..
(beat)
I never thought I have it.

ULU
You believe.

D6
I believe I can change things.

ULU
Yes you can.

D6
Yes we can.

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – DAY

ULU
(script reading)
Disciple 4. The fisherman’s
daughter. She yearns to become a
superstar like Lady Gaga.
Pathetic. Can we get this poor
village girl some good medicine to
save her soul?

Disciple 4 sits beside a basket and pile of net. She is
bored and blowing cigarette smoke into the basket.

DISCIPLE 4
I don’t see why this is pathetic.
Why do you have to be so
judgmental? What can’t we just
chill?

ULU
(script reading)
The world is ending, because of
people like you and Joni Porny.
You are all sick. The virus has to
be contained. But sadly, most of
you can’t see this poison killing
bit by bit, day by day.

DISCIPLE 4
Phew.. gotta go. Time to sing and
dance.

Improvisations. Disciple 4 in search of her superstar
persona with the basket and fishing net. A phallic fish
acts as her microphone.

After a while, she decides to remove her shorts and struts
about in her panties. She emulates the crotch handshake
from Michael Jackson’s Bad music video, with her improvised
microphone.

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – LATE AFTERNOON

FILMMAKER
(script reading)
Disciple 3. A guilt ridden
housewife who can’t help
masturbating to the sexual thoughts
on her step daughter, Disciple 4.

Improvisations. The players of the Disciple 3 and 4 in
search of their character with the filmmaker/Ulu/Joni.

Ulu sees only redemption through death, destruction and
honor suicide.

Joni sees only survival through the acceptance of basic
human instincts.

Filmmaker looks at the flesh that co-exits with the spirit.
He encourages the players to see and go beyond this stifling
binary.

Disciple 4 removes her panties casually, and swings it to
Disciple 3′s face.

DISCIPLE 4
This is good motivation.

DISCIPLE 3
Putang.

JONI PORNY
It has good protein like sperm.

DISCIPLE 4
Aow.. so fishy.

ULU
This is hopeless. We’re stuck in
hell for eternity.

FILMMAKER & DISCIPLE 3
(script reading)
I hear the voices again. They’re
fighting. I’m so tired of
dialogues.

DISCIPLE 4
Ya, talking is boring. But where
is the fucking?

Disciple 3 goes into a trance with the panties near her
face.

DISCIPLE 3
So strong..

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – TWILIGHT

FILMMAKER
(script reading)
And Disciple 2, a crooked and
double-headed informant hooked on
drugs.

DISCIPLE 2
I can totally relate to addiction.
I think people need something
strong that they can hold onto.
Crazy things that give you the
kick. Very strong; it fills you
with power. But you need to do
things to feed this power. And
it’s always hungry and desperate.
It’s really about staying alive
only.

Disciple 2 admires the way that Disciple 3 savor the aroma
of her step-daughter’s panties.

Disciple 2 rolls, licks and seals a joint. Disciple 4
lights it for her.

Disciple 3 observes Disciple 2 charming her step-daughter
with rogue suaveness. She studies this seductive power.
She is captivated. She becomes aware of the danger that
they are threading on, when her step-daughter slowly becomes
high with the smoke.

Disciple 4 feels free as she does a slow and sexy dance with
the smoky joint lingering on her lips corner.

Disciple 2 takes on a new joint. She sees the power the
young girl has over Disciple 3. She goes behind the
weakening mother, and offers the joint to her.

They could almost see the hair between the young girl’s
thighs. She is butt naked, but she loves to play with their
eyes. Her dirty t-shirt is just long enough for the tease
around her cracks.

Disciple 3 stands behind the mother like a helper, offering
her the smoke of a lifetime.

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – NIGHT

FILMMAKER
(script reading)
Disciple 1, a plump lady cop with a
history of husband battery.

Ulu cites Disciple 1 to kill Joni.

Like the murder of Julius Cesar, Disciple 1 comes forward to
take the first stab at Joni’s back.

Disciple 1 knocks Joni over with the back of her elbow and
fist.

Joni lies flat on floor. His face is squeezed between
Disciple 1 thighs. He sees Disciple 1′s fists quivering
with rage.

Disciple 2 comes around with a menacing switchblade.

JONI PORNY
Love this… reality porn..
face-sitting.. live from ghetto..
hehe…

Disciple 3 empties her purse for her new fix. Disciple 4
takes the money and seats her crotch on desperate mummy’s
face.

They find the rhythm in their bodies, unifying into a group
dance of quasi nakedness. This is far from Lady Gaga.

Disciple 1 rips Joni’s clothes and pants apart. She bites
Joni’s flesh in anger.

JONI/ULU
Save me. Take this wretched flesh
and free the soul.

INT.A MUSTY ROOM WITH TOILET FLOORS – NIGHT

Disciple 3 is stabbing a blood spurting flesh. She drinks
from the blood gushing from a mysterious wound. Her head,
heart and groin throb in pain and ecstasy.

Disciple 5 is now an animal in a mating dance.

Close up of hairy limbs, mustache above moist female lips,
and sweaty skins.

Vomit from the disciples. A mixture of cereal oaks and
vegetable cubes. Pinkish cereal oaks. Bloodied dribbles
and ooze from mouths gasping in ecstasies.

The female disciples are turning into were-beasts like
Disciple 5.

Horror and shock on Veedee’s face.

Tears, fear and struggling limbs of a rape victim.

The female disciples all want a piece of Veedee.

Nymphet make-up on Veedee’s face is smudged and soiled by
drool, vomits and tears.

Anger, rage, hysteria and delirium on Veedee’s face.

Veedee’s naked flesh is painted with glistening filth and
bloody wounds. She is exploding with cannibalistic lust for
more blood gore sex.

A Dionysian ritual of all the disciples ripping raw meat
sticking around their faces and bodies, into streaks of
blood and gore.

Their gory mouths are all over Ulu/Joni’s body. They are
biting more than they can chew.

Ulu/Joni’s blood splattered face screams silently with pain
and ecstasy.

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – DAY [FLASHBACK]

The room is setup for the actors audition.

Ulu explains the roles in this screenplay to the players of
Disciples 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. The players become more
baffled, as Ulu explains further.

Ulu stands up and gets them in tableaux reminiscences of the
previously filmed sequences.

They read from the scripts and attempt to act the scenes.

This exercise looks futile, awkward and absurd, because
everybody takes and does everything literally.

Disciple 1 thinks that Ulu’s film text is not only sexist,
but also a great insult to the Filipino women. She doubts
his intentions in making this film. She thinks that Ulu has
a serious King Kong Complex.

Disciple 2 feels that she should play her role like a drag
king. She thinks that there is a lack of representation of
the drag king in cinema. But she doubts Ulu knows how to
make it right as a screenwriter and director.

Disciple 3 is sick and tired of the victimized Filipina
persona. It is worse when she can saved by nothing but
sex. And worst, sex has been reduced to an object through
some panties fetish.

Disciple 4 loves being sexy. But she is not sure how will
the local arts and social communities perceive her when this
film is out. She fears that if she goes all the way for her
character, her future in the local scene shall be doomed.
Most of all, the talent fees are on the low side.

Disciple 5 questions Ulu’s artistic integrity. She fears
that he is just here looking for some cheap talents for a
porno video. She says that a local actress could get higher
fees for starring in a bold film.

Disciple 6 feels that they all talk to much. She wants to
do more to explore deeper. She wants more scenes of them
doing more exercises. They must all be willing to go deeper
than their literal interpretation of the text. Bottom line,
everyone is too self-protective. There is no way for inner
truth to surface if we keep masking ourselves with all our
own reasons.

INT.THE DINNING ROOM WITH A WINDOW – DAY [FLASHBACK]

ULU
(reads)
The signs are everywhere. The
signs of The End. The End..
kidney failures and diabetes in
younger and more people, the
thriving of the night scenes, the
mainstreaming of porn culture, the
selling of desires, everywhere you
go. Desires. Restless minds. Never
ending desires. Sexual
indulgence. OD for overdraft and
overdose. We use more than we can
pay. Our fortunes, body and spirit
shall bankrupt. The spirit of our
next generation sinking with their
kidneys by masturbation and other
waywardness. They become zombie
aliens by adulthood.
(beat)
We must stand up now before our way
of life becomes totally destroyed
by the terrorist act of Pornography
Liberation Front.

JONI PORNY
Yes, Sir. Thank you for mentioning
the real McCoy. This is revolution
that celebrates non-violence. It’s
about the liberation of our
mothers, wives, sisters and
daughters. It’s a world where
hierarchy, fear and guilt are
demolished by free and unselfish
love.

ULU
Behold! This is the evil-doer that
has defiled the sacred temples. He
is the rapist of our mothers,
wives, sisters and daughters!
Seize him! Seize him!

JONI PORNY
Want some Shiraz? The party is
just started. It’s Ladies Night!
Ha-hahahaha! Hohohoho! Hehehehe!
Hahahaha!

ULU
Help me, people! Help me! Help
me!

D5
I told you we’re underpaid.

D4
Yeah. How are we supposed to live
with this?

D1
At least those lair politicians pay
well.

D3
I just wanna go home. So sick and
tired of all this revolution talk.

D2
Yeah. We have no power. We really
don’t, you know?

D6
Comon people! We all have it. But
we just keep making the mistakes
counting on ONE SAVIOR to do all
the work. We must work together!

D3
And then get fucked over again like
a duped housewife.

D4
I rather sell myself in a club.
The money is for sure. Never use
your heart only.

ULU
I’m sorry I can’t afford any talent
fees any more. But this is no
longer a film. This is real. I
mean this war against terror is
very real. We must stop The
Pornicator from destroying
Singapore.

JONI PORNY
Hahahaha.. The Pornicator!? I’m now
a comic book hero! I like this guy
really. He is so fucking full of
imagination. Singapore needs
creativity to survive in this brave
new world. They need us bro. This
is our world.

ULU
You’re the villain. We need a hero
who can fight against the
corruption of The Pornicator.

D6
How does the Pornography Liberation
Front operate?

ULU
They infect the people with anger
and insanity. He makes them think
that the only way out is
destructive or suicidal
self-indulgence.

JONI PORNY
Hey comon! The Pornicator is a
liberator! He is a freedom
fighter!

ULU
No you are not. But Studgal is.

JONI PORNY
A what now? Studgal? You are so
hopelessly devoted to comics. Hmm
sounds a little familiar. Oh I see.
Hehehehe.. Hahahaha..

ULU
Studgal shall rise to the challenge
of our dark times.

D5
Once upon a time she was raped and
left for the dead in a toilet. She
is victim of love, betrayed by the
men she trusted — her college
classmates.

ULU
The Pornicator rescues her from the
toilet. He thinks he could use his
dark powers to turn her into his
diabolical disciple.

D5
But after the resurrection, she
escapes with his power into the
streets. When she sees the full
moon, she changes into Studgal.

ULU
She shares her dread with the evil
doers and worshippers.

JONI PORNY
Hehehehe.. what’s wrong with the
pussy? Hahahaha..

D5
Prick.

ULU
The phallus is her dread. So she
decides to use it to terrorise the
rapists and followers of the
Pornography Liberation Front.

JONI PORNY
You’re all gonna fail so
miserably. Know why? Apart from
the lack of stars appeal, good
production value, and marketing
muscles, you just can’t afford to
pay for a prosthetic or 3D animated
lesbian werewolf cock! Hahahahaha..

INT.A MUSTY ROOM WITH TOILET FLOORS – TWILIGHT

Ulu regains consciousness slowly in a bloodied mess on the
toilet floors.

Disciple 6 immerses her bloodied flesh in the whole lot of
trash piled up against the walls corner.

D6
(we can barely see her face)
What do you stand for, direk?

ULU
I am the Don Quixote of Lesser.

D6
(still breathless)
What is Lesser?

ULU
Just some lame filmmaking concept I
coined to cope with failures in
life.

D6
(breathing better)
But that’s part of the journey,
isn’t it? To discover new things
through failures.

ULU
You’re right. I never could admit
that I’m an asshole. Because I’m
just too scared to admit my love
for shit.

D6
You should just shit.

ULU
Yes, just shit.

D6
Shit is good. Shit is beautiful.

ULU
Most of all, shit is 100 percent
natural.

D6
Ah…
(caresses her face)
Yess..
(caresses her lips and savors
the smears)
Shh.. shhit.. shhit.. shit..

ULU
Is this Grotowski, too?

D6
(one hand beneath the trash)
Yes, yes, ye.. ye..
(Beat)
Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!! YES!!!

CLOSE UP Disciple 6 skins, textures, face, contours, stains,
hairs.

Disciple 6 crawls out of the trash. She is a new born
were-beast in search of her existence in the universe
embodied by this toilet.

Ulu observes the body movement and energies from Disciple
6. He starts drawing with traces of blood on his belly and
groin. He slowly turns his face and stomach to embrace the
dark fluids on the toilet floors. He laps the fluids like a
domesticated animal on fours.

Disciple 5 is harnessing the phallic energy growing from her
womb as a slimy flesh malleable like dough.

Disciple 6 is perspiring profusely in her performance as the
were-beast. Her eyes are aware of the hunger growing in the
new flesh burning with the lean and mean belly of Disciple
5.

Disciple 5 and 6 catch hold of Ulu’s limbs swiftly.

Ulu struggles like a lamb forced onto the sacrificial
altar.

Disciple 5 and 6 are drooling over his filthy skins and
flesh.

Disciple 6 gathers their drool to lubricate Ulu’s anus and
Disciple 5′s phallus. She is the savage priestess of a
sacrificial ritual.

Disciple 5 shudders in ecstasy as she feels her phallus
extends into a foreign territory, merging and growing into a
new flesh throbbing with power to conquer.

The pain is unbearable. Ulu begs Disciple 5 to stop her
ritual of extension.  But Disciple 6 muffles him with her
bottom. The new flesh continues to grow between Ulu and
Disciple 5.

We see Helper with a bowl, sprinkling and pouring white
cream flow over Ulu’s face like vomitus.

We see Helper with a medical syringe, creating semen-like
spurts over Ulu’s crotch and belly.

We see Helper with a laundry/gardening water spray, making
clear fluids ejaculates over Ulu’s face and body. It feels
like cleansing water, as Ulu signs with relief.

ULU
Does it feel good?

Disciple 6 and 5 comes close to Ulu’s face.

They are smiling at him gratefully.

D6
Sorry. No kissing permitted here.

D5
Sorry.

ULU
It’s okay.

Disciple 5 and 6 kiss each other passionately until their
drools comes all over Ulu’s smiling face.

INT.THE ROOM WITH A WINDOW – TWILIGHT

Joni shows sign of frustrations. He is repressed by Ulu’s
presence in this space.

Ulu is dying of a splitting headache on the floors.

Joni’s annoyance and anger with Ulu’s illness grow to the
verge of emotional outburst.

Each time Joni wants to kill Ulu, he is delayed by
overwhelmeing guilt and misery.

Joni decides tp throw himself out of the window. He
struggles not to do it. His neck hangs onto the bottom
window railing during this tussle.

INT.A MUSTY ROOM WITH TOILET FLOORS – NIGHT

Studgal is gagging Joni with her werewolf phallus.

Her firm grip on Joni’s jaw and skull is breaking down his
last defences.

Joni falls off the frame, while Studgal stares at his demise
like a brooding avenger.

Studgal exits the room with hands hanging beside her like a
cowboy.

INT.THE DINNING ROOM WITH A WINDOW – TWILIGHT

Ulu is sitting alone at the end of the dinning table.

He is reminiscing of Joni Porny’s dance with the disciples.

DISCIPLE 1
On behalf of the cast members, I
thank you for the wonderful
experience.

D2/D3/D4/D5/D6
Thank you.. thank you.. thank you..
thank you.. thank you Sir..

Ulu coughs suddenly. There is blood on the table.

Veedee appears beside Ulu with a new packet of tissues. She
breaks the seal and pulls out a piece from the pack gently.

She wipes the traces of blood from the Ulu’s lips corner.

She uses the same piece of paper and soaks the blood from
the table. The aroma of the blood in her hands are
enticing. She bites and eats the tissues demurely. She
savors them like candy floss. When She is done, she turns
and faces Ulu like a loyal servant with pleasant demeanor.

Ulu is moved beyond words.

— THE END —

GiLAMAN (Encik Ibrahim) – The nemesis of The Pornicator——————
Encik was retrenched from the SAF some years ago. He has been giving tuition to primary school kids to make ends meet. He takes pride in his job as a teacher. He hopes to build a world with morals, integrity & grace. but secretly he is giving oral pleasure to an indonesian maid from one of his pupils’ home. one day Encik’s mum, wife and daughter leave him a note on their dinning table, saying that they’ve gone to join Studgal and The Pornicator in the making of a porno epic called “Last Tango in Temasek”.
Encik swallows all the pills he can find in his kitchen. he has a trippy journey in the mind as his body swings between life & death. his dead abang’s idiosyncratic CD is playing thru all this mind trip. Encik creates a mask with the demonised face of the Pornicator and terrorises the singaporean public with his ad-hoc performance art at cultural/commercial places/night spots (eg. city hall, hong lim park, marina barrage, esplanade, clarke quay, etc ).
One day he kidnaps a lab assistant.. looted HIV virus.. test tubes.. new compound.. accelerated the destruction rate of immune system.. weaponise the compound.. perfume spray.. mineral water.. alcohol.. The Pornicator’s talents become infected and die on the film set.
The Pornicator condemns Gilaman as a terrorist & fascist. The Pornicator makes more porn in praise of female pleasures & fantasies to put Gilaman down as chauvinistic barbaric monster. Vaginal fluid and female ejaculation spurt all over the demonic mask of Gilaman. The Pornicator becomes more & more powerful. Studgal could feel the hidden pain in Pornicator’s hollow bosom.
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The GiLAMAN Rises —————–
Encik Ibrahim looks at the TV and shakes his head sadly. He sees his daughter indulging in the flesh with the boys & girls in the TV series he deemed pornographic. He sees the danger of freedom.
Encik is angry with people like Harry Chow who has undermined every good things that he has built thru his life as a SAF serviceman & neighborhood Malay language tutor.
The anger and grief kicks in again. He saw how he lost his wife, daughter and mother to the Godless souls like Harry Chow. He demonizes the face of a mask in his hands.
Rise Gilaman.. rise.. it’s time to destroy The Pornicator..
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The Gilaman Strikes Back———————
With his strong meditation powers, Gilaman enters the pornographic mind of The Pornicator and attempts to destroy that “Death Star” power generator that has produced humiliating and displacing porno series like “Kampung Mum & Gal”.
He dances in the dark.. sweaty.. moist.. he slips and lands on his head he struggles to stand and dance over and over again
until he collapses in fatigue.
Gilaman sees blood in his hands he feels like he has gotten the heart of The Pornicator he crushes and eats the heart of his enemy
the wife is kissing another woman the mother is kissing a pretty boy the daughter is slapping two mature ladies with her strap-on
Gilaman pukes the flesh & blood of his enemy he burns to kill these three female creatures

the STUDGAL (Grace Chong) rises..
one hot Saturday night, Harry Chow saves a female rape victim that is left for dead in a haunting MRT toilet. that lady is Grace Chong. over the days & months together they realise the untapped potential in themselves.
Grace slowly learns that her rapists have one by one become spiritually better men after the incident. they made peace with her and become good friends thru non-violent sex. her power grows stronger as she diffuses more sexual anguish/tension/anger/violence of more rapists.
the city is indeed filled with angry people who needs to learn how to love themselves before they can love & respect life. Eventually Grace becomes the Studgal to save the world by offering grace thru the “sacrifice” of her flesh.
ref clip:

ULU GAI (UNCLE ULU)
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Ulu gives a performance lecture on the evolution of the Gilaman, Studgal and Pornicator. As the night proceeds, the listener begin to wonder if Ulu is suffering from psychosis and other compulsive disorders.

ULU=GiLAMAN (PsyCHOman)=STUDGAL=PORNiCATOR

Uncle Ulu has no money & talent to put a movie together. but he many ideas. he is all over the place with the studgal, pornicator and gilaman characters. he keeps talking to people from all walks of life about making a film with these characters. but the more he talks the less coherent he becomes.

he is serious about giving his film the title “horrorcomedickoaktionthrillershitoarto”.
a friend tells ulu that in his past life he was a monk. but he fell from grace because a female visitor in the hermitage. in this life, if ulu could forgo his desires and delusions, he can actually do a lot more to enlighten more troubled souls in our heartland. ulu shall break free from the cycles of rebirth if he can let go..

ulu thanks his friend for this advice. he thinks of little gestures, like dance, like real life; acknowledging artifices of constructs as much as possible. he is only a pen. the voice comes from the generous souls that he shall meet along the journey.

ulu talks about his girlfriends and child in korea, taiwan & the philippines. he says this work is dedicated to them, redeeming his failure as a husband and father. but who are they? just fantasies.. to keep him alive?

ulu thinks of his film becoming a great film like Von Trier, Dumont, Breillat, Oshima, Godard, Marker, Bresson.. but he knows he is just a pen. he is nobody; he is everyman.
he can only shoot talking heads in an old classroom of an outmoded arts space. he imagines himself holding the fort like a knight. but little does he know that a fate similar to Don Quixote awaits.
ref song:

LESSER#6 (DRAFT ONE)
- Operation Blizzard -
Date: October 16, 2011 (Sunday)

The Objective ———— to search & build the “transgressive” / “borderless” male + female characters that Chew Tze Chuan has been writing for Lesser#6. it would flow among the fluxes of an informal talk/performance lecture/reading/movement.

The Experiment ————– The character Ulu gives a performance lecture on the evolution of the Gilaman, Studgal and Pornicator. As the lab work proceeds, the listener begin to wonder if Ulu is suffering from psychosis and other compulsive disorders.

ULU=GiLAMAN (PsyCHOman)=STUDGAL=PORNiCATOR

ulu sees the entire city as his battle ground.
every corner is a threat to our brain cells. everything
the mass media ads, clothes, moving bodies, faces, skins, flesh, trees, plants..
every thing -sensuality- in our city is an assault
an ambush
a kidnap
of the mind/balance of “soul blood”
what is the soul blood?
the breath of a supreme being?
an overwhelming horror that torments ulu moment to moment..
the world is ending because lust & sensuality are sucking our soul
like bloodlust vampire
our shadow? whose shadow?
even a lamp pole can be extremely dangerous to our safety
the light is unpure
the light is the power of Pornicator
with light he makes all of us his shadows
the source comes from the desire machines
that preserve themselves by arrest & castration
all thanks to the reservist soldiers on a military exercise of the greatest scale in SAF history state terrorists disguised as patriots
the mindless defenders of the desire machines
ulu transforms into psychoman (the re-working of Encik Ibrahim into a merciless chinese buddhist man called Mr Chan Li Lee)
ulu+psycho strip naked (don’t take it literally) and dives into the underworld
seize the elixir to save our soul blood
an antidote against the desire machines
Body Without Organ
Goddess KALi
the pornicator pornicates the powers of Kali
pornicator has Her eyes
to create & destroy
the yoni is too strong
wife, sister, daughter, mother indulging in debaucheries created by pornicator
Dionysian rites
the frenzied female orgy tears psychoman apart
a woman with growing phallus evolve
like a dance of darkness
spirit of the wilderness
drawing on the ground
Studgal draws more and more
naive sketches
shades of grace a musty living room sweat on dark blue skins
where is KALI?! when you need Her in banal times
an old classroom
studgal become the harry chow becomes the masturbating guy becomes the pornicator the larry flynt of singapore
stop masturbating
the birth of porno epic
“last tango in sembawang”
fuck each other over and over again
for free
for art
for the most money making movie in singapore’s history
yay.. love is free finally
but porn is priceless
contribution to our nation building

AN ALMOST SILENT CINEMA ———————–
a low-fi/buddy/fantasy/romance/horror/group masturbation porno

1. the characters are direk, producer, writer, actor 1 and actress 1,2,3,4,5. they discuss/share/debate about how they can do the scene of “Ganzar orgasm” without nudity and/or any act of fornication, and still able to make the audience get the idea of empowerment thru sexual orgasm.

2. – dance/physical movement workshop in a black box theatre or site specific environment – belly dancing – gyration – perspiration/exhaustion -> the wearing off preconceived notions of “art” & “porn” -> finding the voice of the inner savage goddess (Kali?) -> a form of oral based music; jibberish?

3. tiger / sheep / rabbit / pig acquarius/cancer/gemini/pisces/scorpio the five sisters are blind folded as they lie down in a circle each covered with king sized quilt all covered by one big blanket all on with earphones plug into minimalistic aural scapes loud enough to bring them away from the guilts of civilisation they take their time to find the inner rhythm of their own sensuality/sexuality/eros

4. the ganzar ritual doctor bakamann can feel the Ganzar charges electrifying the air, thru the earphones connected to his special hearing device is dr. bakamann a mad professor we see in B-grade horror films? no exactly, he is more like the generic tragic clown – Pagliacci -

5. dr. bakamann uses these eros-electricharges collected from the ganzar ritual, and harness this power into “new sound”. we see this new sound partially rendered into the erratic sketches and drawings – antonin artaud drawings in his last days?

6. this new sound can sublimate strong/overwhelming/compulsive/aggressive emotions to a realm of peace/mindfulness

7. the gate to the transcendental is opened by this new sound

8. The Dark/Black One (KaLi/Savage Goddess??) enters reality (the film set) thru this gateway opened by Dr Bakamann. she starts walking beside the five sisters like their guardian (erotic) angel. sooner or later, the world is nothing but a chaotic mess.

writer: what the fuck is this? catholic guilt disguised in pop?

9. one sister’s skins start turning black and begins to gyrate like a west african dancing queen

10. direk, producer, writer and the talents are fighting for and against this film; is all this too much for the audience to handle?

IN THE TAVERN OF THE CAVEMEN —————————-

after a few rounds of alcoholic drinks, writer asks direk why the fascination with female werewolf transformation?

direk says that he misses the good old days when love is free he fears that the male species has not evolved much since the days of the caveman he ponders on civilisation’s obsession with monogamy and family

writer: so how do they all relate to female werewolf?

direk: to a certain degree it’s death driven sexual regression, but then on the other hand it’s the becoming of another being; no death no (re)birth. so while producer & the audience are thrilled by the shewolf’s hairy naked flesh, their minds are blown to bits as this savage goddess tear their moral conscience apart, bringing us all to the joy of being a caveman.

writer: sounds like a mass orgy to me.

direk: no necessary, but yet to a certain degree, you’re right. this is the reason why the guys like seeing two female porn stars working on the same phallus of the POV. the more bodily fluids are exchanged, the closer these bodies-without-guilt connect with each other. but what is worrying that all these are just sheer spectacles manufactured by heartless/mechnical craftsman of the media industry.

writer: so all the talk about the connection of souls via sensuality is just an artistic/intellectual visage?

producer: feels more like bullshit, if you ask me. this guy is going to be the end of our film industry. cheers!

writer: direk, you’ve expressed the man’s need to become animal? how about the women’s?

direk: this is where i need your input. remember shakira’s song “shewolf”? i’m sure it was created and became popular for a good reason.

producer: ah… sheer marketing strategies at work! nothing miraculous if you think it is.

writer: maybe we can write a few scenes involving physical theatre improvisation among the female talents.

producer: hell, i’d rather pay some crazy go go dancers to strip for me. cheers!

direk: the danger is that we make the female sensuality like a black hole waiting to devour manhood.

writer: i like to imagine three girlfriends getting really drunk at a party or dance club and start playing with a younger gentleman that they fancy at the joint.

producer: wow! a foursome! that’s gonna sell. but it’s okay. no nudity and actual penetration needed. we just need a lot of reggaton and perreo music.

direk: i imagine them talking, drinking, dancing, talking and drinking way into the morning. it’s more gratifying than stripping naked to have a mass orgy. but their language becomes secondary in the soundtrack. i want some magic of silent cinema here.

writer: cool. how about the boy admiring the faces of these three mature ladies? … hey how about three cleaning ladies spending their off day in a seedy videoke bar? they may look plump, older, wrinkled face or imperfect in some ways. but they are all cool with their own sensuality deep in their soul.

direk: camera rolling..

a discussion among Director, Producer and Writer.
FROM ADDICTION TO CONTRIVED ENLIGHTENMENT ——————————————-
create a super hero character that can save the world not thru conquering the other, but by making a connection with the other’s soul beyond the definitions of carnal & spiritual. no beginning, no ending, but just the middle sprouting in a new body. but no, this is nothing sinister like the SPECIES. the erotic/sensual must NEVER be portrayed as the dangerous other. director wants her to feel mundane and natural.

female werewolf transformation – ginger snaps – menstrual blood/sexual awakening/empowerment/degradations.

how do we do this without the visual effects? the eyes of the “super” hero the nuance of the location the aural scape
the new flesh; somewhere between the sacred & the profane
female sexual violence; an orgasm beyond definition claire denis – trouble every day -

a phallus growing from the womb? japanese manga series – bible black -
Hindu goddess KALI slaying demons and drinking their blood so that no more demons can sprout from the dripping blood

the french idea/ideal of the noble savage is sheer eurocentric exotica? oh gosh, orientalism? somebody free me from post colonial menstrual syndrome. okay can we make this film lighter? some kinda black comedy?

Producer warns the director and writer again, that they don’t any budget for special effects make-up.
director doesn’t want the audience to see any sensational gore nor naked skins.
writer suggests that the transformation is inner. she says that the character with the supernatural power should have an androgynous outlook. his/her sex is polymorphous. he/she changes according to the emotional & psychological needs of his/her (potential) partner. he/she is here to save the world by giving love. sensuality becomes a key to the depth of the troubled souls our hero(ine) is meeting along the journey in Act 2.

Act 1 is about how the super hero become super? maybe the hero is already super inside. but he/she needs an incident to bring out this special quality. what’s her occupation? writer suggests either a housewife or a granny. producer disagrees; he wants something sexy in the movie. director assures producer certain degree of eroticism, but he will never want the hero(ine) to come from a weaker sex/victimised background.

auditions. no script. director improvising scenes with the potential cast.

THE NIGHT OF THE UNDYING HORROR _____________________________________

Director can’t tell whether its a wet dream or erotic nightmare. Every corner of the frame in his POV, he sees glistening flesh gyrating and copulating with pulsating electronic beats in the air.

Director sees a family frolicking in his room. Their quasi naked bodies makes him wonder if they’re indulging in some super dooper incest reality game show.

Director asks Peque, “Are we responsible for this? Did we make them?”

Peque answers, “We’re merely filmmakers, not social workers. So please stop worrying now. A filmmaker who doesn’t make films is as good as a living dead. Do you want to become an undying horror in the eyes of the public?”

Director imagines the pornographic frenzies slowing down to still images of human faces.
Their eyes look so deep. So dark… like an abyss. Director remembers the sweetness of first love in his high school days.
But after the first kiss, his sweetheart turns around and starts gyrating and copulating with the perreo pulses in the air.

The only cure is to change into the costume of Bakaman, and the use of Ganzar power to enter the undead’s mind and diffuse the hideous perreo virus.

Director imagines himself saving the souls of the common folks like a holy man (i.e. Jesus blessing the people by caressing the heads of the needy).
Producer is laughing as he walks with a pile of monopoly game money in his hands. He says, “Now I can make porno without the talents taking off their clothes. This is totally cool and LEGAL! Haha…”

THERE IS SPIRIT IN THE FLESH _____________________________
Producer wants to emphasize that their brand of sensuality is as good as the west/central africans & latin americans.

But Producer has only enough money for some food and booze.
As for the talents, Producer has grabbed hold of the mothers, aunties and sisters of the neighbourhood to dance Sabar/Mapouka/Soukous/Perreando/Reggaton

Producer’s eyes are on the gyrating female flesh and the sweat. Director’s eyes are on the faces of the dancers.

After a while, the spirit starts flowing from the tired flesh like a trance.
Writer asks Director how in the world are they going to show this as cinematic image?

Director says, “There’s no writing required for this one. We just need to point the camera at the sweaty faces. Their eyes shall tell you a million words beyond our comphrension of award winning screenplays.”

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http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/the-body-of-knowledge-deena-metzger

As contradictory and difficult a commitment it may be, she calls upon women, (I would also argue that men must consider this as well) to become Holy Prostitutes, re-consecrating their bodies to vamp and revamp the world. What are the implications of such a stance? What call to action is Metzger making? What does it mean to revamp a society?
First, I think it means we ask ourselves with whom are we having sex and why. Is it pleasure alone, is it distraction, is it sedation, or is it a way to control? For our young people especially, is it sport sex, trophy sex – where the physical, emotional, and spiritual stakes are high? I think we would be doing Metzger and ourselves a deep disservice if this article were read as a call to harken back to the sixties, seeking the answer in a massive love-in of sorts, some narcotic tidal coupling that will magically cure all ills.
What does Metzger mean by transforming one’s self into the Holy Prostitute? What is the connection between her assertion and our daily lives? Again, Metzger throws down the proverbial gauntlet: “It is to commit to eros, bonding, connection, when the (Western) world values thanatos, separation, detachment…So it is not sex we are after at all, but something far deeper….The task is to accept the body as spiritual, and sexuality and erotic love as spiritual disciplines, to believe that eros is pragmatic. To honor the feminine even where it is dishonored or disadvantaged.”

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GANZAR not an angel not a super hero not a supernatural being just a human being with a lot of intuition to female sensuality

ONE.
Director and Producer are exchanging good vibes about the poignant line, “From the Father becomes The Son, and The Son becomes The Father… I’m always around.” in the Hollywood film, Superman Returns.
They wonder if they can create an authentic and believable Filipino ‘Superman’ who lives like an alien with a human soul.

Director likes the idea of an ordinary man becoming a superhero. Batman? No. Bruce Wayne is rich. Our hero must be poor. Someone from a very humble background.

Producer suggests a gullible/naive gigolo macho dancer new in town, gets super power from eating the cum of his clients. His name shall be ‘Bakaman’! A character with lots of manga appeal!

Director adds that there must be something spiritual, mystical and mind bending about Bakaman. How about Andrei Tarkovski ‘Solaris’ meets Wachowski Brothers ‘Matrix Revolutions’?! Bakaman dies for the sins of his people like Neo (on behalf of Zion & humanity) trying to make it up to The Machines (the Other).

Producer says they can replace all the “wire-fu”, high tech gizmo and visual effects with their true blue Pinoy “bombastic” power.

Director is weary of all the bombas films he had done for Producer. He wonders if they can try something new and less exploitative.

Producer wants Director to see this Bakaman movie as a form of ‘holy prostitution’.

Producer and Director are looking into
Bakaman in sexual union like a deity with a female consort in Tibetan Tantra. Supernatural power grows in his being as he feels the feminine essence flows
thru his chakras?

Are we showing this to the audience thru DIY motion graphics or naive hand illustrations? Are we in the danger in making a B movie with cheesy visual effects? The cheesier the better; this movie is about the courage to create even if you are in “poverty”.

LESSER [http://tcchew.wordpress.com/about/];The Cinema of The Poor?
a filmmaking ideology that really democratize filmmaking?

What special power does Bakaman obtain thru the tantra eventually? To be one with the energy flowing from the other body?

Bakaman is a Ganzar. What is Ganzar? A “Soul Rider”?

Who is the very first Ganzar? Where did he or she come from? Maybe the creator or the first Ganzar is an androgyne.

Director and Writer go thru various philosophies, mythology, popular culture, and eccetera to find the right phrase and/or words to describe the function/quest/mission of Bakaman.

What can he do or achieve with this power? Read the thoughts and hear the voices of a person. A form of “schizo-analysis” (Deleuze/Guattari)? Truth seeking? Perhaps more chaos than before. But it seems like an invitation to a world of possibilities. If Bakaman can stay sane straddling with all the information overloading his mind, he can even assume his sexual partner’s personality and maximise the true potential in her “soul”.

Holy Prostitution? Tibetan tantra?
If female consort achieves the cosmic orgasm, the portal to ——– ((still thinking of a name of an alternate/paralllel universe)) opens for a brief moment in mortal time, but an infinity in the minds of the male & female partners.

It’s not about achieving earth shattering orgasm (i.e. G-spot female ejaculation); it’s about finding your “true self” by losing yourself in service of the others.
Isn’t the quest for G-spot a very “male” thing? Or G-spot the gateway to the woman’s animus?
Are we going to fluid gushing into the camera? Is all this thing about female empowerment an insult or farce?

How about websites like “Beautiful Agony” and “I Feel Myself”? What is pornographic or art?

Producer says, “Who cares the fuck? We gotta save our asses first! And then maybe we can save Philippines Cinema! But first they must all come to the cinema. Or they will be no cinema!”

Director explains to Writer that he had never given up the thought that his bombas films can lift them from the profane to the sacred.

Director confesses to Writer the real life tragic-comedy of his young actor and actress dying in each other arms because they took the idea of “Carnaval” (Farewell to the Flesh) literally.

The main reason why Director loves ‘Solaris’ and ‘Matrix Revolutions” so dearly is that they show the incessant struggle between the carnal and the spirit.

Writer questions the binary tendency in Director’s thinking. What’s wrong with The Flesh? She feels that sensuality is also a celebration of The Spirit.

TWO.

What is pornographic?

Ask the sex worker in the bar. Is there a point when you really you are having an orgasm while having sex with your customer?

Imagine having sex with the customer as a form of pornographic pleasure. Sex without love. Sex that is a sheer physical activity like sport. Orgasm is empowerment. The pornographic imagination can be liberating indeed.

But what is female orgasm really?

Is emotional bonding with the sexual partner is essential. How deep is this feeling in the female partner?

What about casual sex? What is the psychology behind it? How can the girl do it without feeling emotionally wounded or psychologically damaged?

The writer laughs at the director. She feels that these questions are so “old school”.

The director asks the writer if she could accept her mother having a good time regularly with strangers in the house. Difficult to answer.

the writing of Lesser#6 with the body & spirit.

this is an excerpt of the video recording of uLu’s struggles in the making of Lesser#6.  his babbles on terrorizing the heartlanders with his “brown sensuality” videos thru an underground movement, Pornographic Liberation Front, is not included in this clip.

video edited by Stephen Black & TC Chew.
special thanks to Stephen Black & Jason Lee for the camera works.

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LAST TANGO IN SEMBAWANG
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List of Characters

HAILEY CHOW

WONDERGAL

SCHIZO HAILEY

MINAH KUEH

THE DARK ONE
(inspired by the Hindu Goddess Kali & Chinnamasta)

ULU
(shades of Chew Tze Chuan & Toh Hai Leong)

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1. Black Space. Timeless.

Minah Kueh is tipsy. Temporal freedom from negative emotions and thoughts. The spirit at ease with the flesh.

Hailey Chow saves Minah from falling flat on her face.

Minah can’t help falling over Hailey’s arm, thigh, leg, chest, shoulder, back, head, neck, face.

Sometimes after the fall, there comes a pause with the right tension and beautiful posture.

Awkward. Sensuous. Hungry. Lonely. Aggressive. Hopeless. Silence. Meditative. Impish. Bitchy. Cynical. Despair. Angry. Ferocious. But never really hysterical or mad at times. But what is sanity?

2. Park beside MRT exit. Night.

Hailey walks with Ulu in the park as Wondergal. They have a child like exchange of words and improvised actions, movements, and happenings. Talk talk talk. Make believe with the ginger plant, street lights, lamp posts, tree, branches and leaves in the shade. A dark womb of mother nature.

3. Classroom 2 at The Substation. Twilight.

Ulu uses anger and delirium like he is annihilating the text he reads, yells, mumbles, rants, ridicules, blares, and gibber from the black journal in his hands. He fights himself and wrestles with the empty seats and tables.

4. Park beside MRT exit. Night.

Hailey-Wondergal walks with Ulu. But Ulu doesn’t speak anymore.

Ulu produces a pathetic hymn of shrieks, wails and groans, as his body/flesh fails him.

Wondergal tries to help Ulu, but he just wants to fall apart.

5. Hailey encounters Minah on a quiet road. Day.

The black & white house in Sembawang?

The hill beside Jalan Sendudok leading to the woods that stand beside a land in preliminary stage of urban development?

They walk through the last traces of woods.

They talk serenely to each other occasionally.

Beauty. Nature. Sunlight. Calmness. Minah in sarong kebaya.

Minah leads Hailey to a secluded corner in the woods.

Minah places her hand softly on Hailey’s heart.

Hailey stops.

Minah uses the same hand to draw something in the air.

6. Hailey is drawing alone in a musty room. Day.

The more Hailey draws, the further she is drawn into the flashes in her mind.

The cut out of celebrity’s faces and figures from magazines and newspapers in Hai Leong’s bag. “body parts”

Layers and pieces of magazine cut out are clouding Hailey’s vision.

An improvised performance of panic attack changes into heart seizure.

7. Unknown space.  Unknown time.

Ulu grows maniac.

Ulu makes several failed attempts to inflict physical harm on Hailey. He is mad with her existence. But his aggression can never touch her. The more he wants to kill her, the more he wants to kill himself.

8.  Unknown space.  Unknown time.

Wondergal is fighting the spasm.

The seizure never seem to kill her.

It recurs to torture her body and spirit relentlessly.

It comes in moment of cold sweat and dizzy spells;

moments of collapse and coma;

briefly followed by a jolt of life force fuelled by piercing pain and anguish.

It is so unbearable that the tension in Wondergal’s hand tears a hole in her costume. This agony continues until Wondergal stands up as Schizo Hailey.

9.  Unknown space.  Unknown time.

Minah is falling over nobody in the musty room. Sometimes she struts with the tension and posture of a female stud. Sometimes she swings like an animal in heat. Perspiration. The flesh, spirit, and sarong kebaya are one exquisite beast.

10.  Unknown space.  Unknown time.

Schizo Hailey appears in an executive suit.

Minah is drunk on the couch. Hailey is attending to her like a psychotherapist.

Minah’s sarong kebaya is all wet and tainted with earth.

Hailey brings out a bottle of wine and starts pouring it onto Minah’s lips like a necessary elixir.

Hailey places her palm on Minah’s forehead. She feels like a priestess from the wilderness. She caresses Minah’s belly like a parent to the baby. The Wine Ritual.. Dionysian.. ecstatic frenzy

Cut.

Break time. Minah-Actress smokes a cigarette. She remains seated while her make-up artist works on her face and body to produce the look of The Dark One.

Certain features on Hailey-Actress’s face are enhanced to create a more sinister look inspired by the Japanese theatrical masks of ancient evil spirit.

Ulu-Actor exchanges energy of the killer/suicide angst with Minah-Actress and Hailey-Actress.

Camera rolling.

Minah rises from the Schizo Hailey’s couch of The Wine Ritual. Minah is the Dark One now. She initiates Hailey into the variations on movements from Scene 1. They fall, twist, pull, stretch, jerk, strut, fall, writhe and wrestle in quick succession of union and incongruence. This is the personification of the becoming of greed, aversion and delusion.

Translucent fabrics grows from Ulu like he is cutting and spilling his guts in a Harakiri.

Minah and Hailey tussle with Ulu in the translucent fabrics.

Ripping fabrics. Minah and Hailey reach a state of ecstasy.

Ulu is gone.

- the end -

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as some of you here might know, Lesser started because i was trying to deal with the bitterness of my personal failures in making a mark as a narrative filmmaker. then later it became an acceptance of my creative idiosyncrasies.

recently Lesser has become a reflection of my personal shortcoming — obsessive compulsions; a better word for this shall be impatience. but i must almost admit that the colors & strength of my past works are also a result of this little insanity of mine. but it ails badly when i fail to switch off the ‘Work’ button.

bcoz like many of us here, work-life-art-fun have always been one. and really really really, at the end of the day it IS NOT about getting it out of the system. because the more you think you’re the master of your universe, the more painful it would become the next orbit. some people choose religion to cut this suffering, while others choose worldly ways for escape or anesthesia.

due to my obsessions with sensuality & the grotesque, some observers wonder why i don’t just buy some sex to shoot porn and/or fuck myself good. i keep my mind open about this one, always. it’s easy to say yes or no. even if it’s a “girlfriend experience” kinda sex with a sex worker or porno talent, it would never satisfy the notions of Lesser.

Lesser is neither repression nor indulgence. some may see a whore as just a whore. Lesser sees great possibilities in this whore. Lesser believes this whore is capable of the performance of truth & believability. Lesser believes the matrix of genre filmmaking is the only obstacle to the unique move/rhythm/breath/voice within each of us. sometimes it comes thru one haiku, poem, song, verses, novel, play, dance, performance, video, film, painting, picture, sketching, or even just one look thru the eyes from the corner of the bar. we can connect with another thru our own unique way.

if there must be a metric for this, Lesser suggests the seeker to find it in any: doze, wake, smirk, grin, scorn, laugh, yell, swear, cry, weep, pat, fist, stroke, shake, push, pull, or any other gesture of the moment, when there is no need to prove you’re good. ONLY ONE GESTURE. Lesser sees all workings as more than good enough. Lesser also welcomes reply such as, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

uLu enters & slaps the back of my head right after the last paragraph. he pulls a plastic cover over me like a doll. he is hammering me now. oouch.. sorry for the disturbance folks. uLu pins my other cheek to the monitor playing this clip

hehe.. love harmony korine. so disharmonious at times. hehe..

Harmony Korine’s Trash Humpers, best film of the last decade.
in the humble opinion
of our Uncle uLu.

anger overwhelms me suddenly, i pick up the same hammer uLu used on my head a while ago. i hit his head so many times until lost count. hehe.. suddenly i hear bjork siah. shiok siah.. chimes chime chimes

fuck you Lesser!
fuck you chew!
we started to yell at each other.
a bunch of losers we are.
love filmmaking, dont cha?

music from 12 Monkeys O.S.T. | Composed by Paul Buckmaster |
Track 25 – Dreamers Awake

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direk thinks he’s lucky
to have joined the battles of the indies
trials tribulations wonders rapture

one day folly visits direk
he turns the film set into a nature farm
direk meets more aggressions than he could handle

older but not wiser now
direk hides
fearing and loathing the beasts he saw

the beast walks with him
they’re actually one
direk drops everything and run

imagination calls him one day
he must create again or die
but he can’t call the beast again

voice: use your body
you don’t need anything else
don’t listen don’t look

but you’ll see you’ll hear
your body alone is not enough
you need more flesh to create

the beast emerges from the dark
die
live

die live die live die live die live die live
die live die live die live die live die live
die live die live die live die live die live

just take your time
die live die live die live die live die live
something grows in between

it comes, creamy vulva
it writhes, erected phallus
it is two in one

extrovert(e) cumming with introvert(i)
new image (i) + (e) = (||)
let it go, drops into abyss

slutwalk sg wow wow wow
where are the sluts for the show
look hi intro smile charm friends

but no one will buy his image
food court uncle also can make film meh
no no i no food court uncle lah

yes yes you smell so kopi & teh lah
you make me laugh can lah
but u don’t turn me on ley

fuck off fuck off
you don’t belong here uncle ulu
you’re so uncouth, sorry i mean so un-cool hah

direk imagines himself walking slutwalk sg
he meets many comrades
they fight a guerilla war to liberate sex in cinema

after the first few films
they become better and better
until nobody can tell what is art/porn/mainstream/alternative/cult/trash/underground

all they needed was their body and a video camera
no need money for anything else
no more worries about selling to recoup

all you need is love..
direk loses all his magic in the sleep
he wakes up in the costume of uncle ulu

i’m good
erhmm
good

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venue: the substation, classroom 1 & 2

organiser: Ecnad

event: Fireball 2011

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about lesser#5
this is another episode from a series of exercises on the annihilation of the self.

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what is lesser?

I dare not say that my personal works are attempts to confront some great inner truths. But they never fail to drive people away. it is cursed to die the moment the viewers lend their generous eyes and ears to witness my creative journey. The requiem to each death is usually a silent one. The imaginary music, verses, singing and wordless chorus are like the reflection of a tiny blue moon in my toilet bowl.

Lesser is a snap shot of this blue moon. It is not much of an art piece. It does not go well with generic classification (so we can perhaps drop Conceptual and Relational too). It does not try to be clever, and many times it can be guilty of depriving the viewers room to have intellectual reflection on its becoming. Furthermore it lacks ocular satisfaction.

Lesser is a form of denial. A highly opinionated and/or judgmental viewer can be annoyed/offended/averted by it’s happening. This is only natural because most creative people love to declare their stand clearly. Even fuzzy thinking has a profitable technological standing. If pornography means sexual titillation, Lesser shall deprive the porn viewers from generic satisfaction. If a blockbuster movie means cinema of attractions, the spectators shall experience the torturous wonders of a Lesser work, being at ease with poor production values that also fail to comply with the entertaining framework of a B-movie. If an art film is a vigorous cinematic exploration of aesthetics and/or expression of humanity, then we shall see a romance between two sexually ambiguous aliens played by physically unattractive live actors with unconvincing makeup, no art direction and no special/visual effects.

Lesser can be seen merely as an alien life form. There is nothing right or wrong about the investigation of the unknown. It is the bemusement/frustration/fear of the unknown that comes along the way that put the viewer off. It tends to prove our eternal need to make whatever sense out of whatever things that come along the way.

Lesser can become like an anger management program. Thru personal observations of the loathing in our society, a Lesser work can help the observer come closer to his/her true nature.

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about chew tze chuan

a failed theatre practitioner and a wannabe filmmaker from the last century. a failed cinematic hustler and pornographer of the decade. an artist who is frequently in self-denial, because he is obsessed with his past failures to master the elusive phenomenon called self-indulgence. he is now a family man who has occasional dreams of Bausch and Grotowski performers having a Dionysian party with the raw talents from 1970s Bugis Street.

remember when u begin to feel shy about mummy & daddy
looking at you while you’re making poop poop?
you close the toilet door & shut us out
for the first time.

sometimes you also play & make jokes
with your so called cuckold bird in shower

you are our sweet little prince.
in your world there is no shame.
but we build the pride in your heart as each days go by
thinking that we shall make you stronger

and now i see you forming opinions about things.
you know what you want, it seems.

and i look at myself,
i don’t feel i know it all
as i grow older each day.

maybe that is why i fail as a filmmaker.
because i don’t worry so much about the things appearing in the shot.
i’m tasteless in terms of design & art perhaps.
i enjoy being on the go with the talents.
but i’m not a good director too
because i spend too much time
maintaining a spiritual relationship with my talents.

so some critic will say i’m not pushing the actors
hard/far enough.
worse, they think i can’t see what makes a good performance.
so who’s gonna watch a film that has no artistic visuals & powerful acting?

i resign from filmmaking.

then i thought of porn, because my best friend
Lee Duah Chong came up to me with this
Daddy GuGu persona..

doesn’t matter it’s porn or not.
it’s all about human interaction on & off screen
which is the most important thing.

i always fear that i am actually not good enough
to teach you how to face up with the
monsters in our world, without losing one’s humanity.
i’m afraid you shall grow up to hate me.

because i used to blame my father
for not loving me enough.
i always felt that he never taught or show me
the way to live as a decent human being
in our crazy world.

but the wise men always tell us that there is
never a right way to anything.
the problem then is that they also warn us that
we cannot do it anyway we like,
or we suffer the consequences of our indulgence.

the moral of the story:
neither repress nor indulge.
accept the existence of the present conditions, but never react to them
with desire/aversion/delusion.

simple as it is said
but how in the real world of demand & supply
are we able to react without these emotions & sensations
that crucial to make things work & sell?

when they really come, they come for your most private one

cut the desire for your belief
that the flesh
is everything.

it is not the ultimate.

it is a foundation.
the earth & water that allow you to grow.
and grow you must
to let go of all this
warmth & moisture which has
nourished and inspired your becoming.

too many of us fail to let go
& the fight starts here

the exceptional fighters rise above this folly
to manipulate & dominate the ones
fighting in the mud

some run away from this and jump for
the light too soon,
and they either go mad or die young.

son, its never easy.
you shall find that the flesh can give you so much power
that you become drunk with an ecstasy that makes
you believe that you’ve found the core of the universe.

you shall become a semen worshiper.
you shall become a vaginal cum drinker.
you have a deep belief that one can create this sexual fountain,
is someone with great powers like Merlin the Magician for an example.
you shall make them all come in your mouth.
you believe that human sexual secretions
shall converge into a glowing
elixir.

just when you thought you changing into
a saint that saves the world
by absorbing the aggressive violence
thru sapping their life juices;
you wake up one morning
and see that fortunes, love and friendship have left you.