zenn bites...

memoirs of a geisha made me want to go all japanese-y...don a gorgeous and ridiculously heavy silk kimono, shrug on a majestic chinchila-collared winter coat, wear 8-inch platforms (not!) and eat sashimi (even though that wasn't featured in the movie - rice and pickles just don't do it for me).

wonder what i would look like after i plant face-first into white powder, paint my lips a startling red, have blue-grey irises, pull my hair up (once it's grown long again) and decorate my bun with dingly dangly ornaments.

will i be able to stop a man with a single glance (as in seduce him, not freak him out)? *cheeky grin*

somehow, i doubt it. but it would be interesting to get all dressed up in the whole geisha attire and learn their dances and rituals. not that i was impressed with zhang ziyi's ziyi zhang's dancing of course - her mad woman flailing about and suddenly flying off her sky-high platforms act was just hilariously dumb.

gong li, however, was a fantastic hatsumomo. she's strikingly beautiful and so good as a catty, viscious, goes-slightly-psycho and desolate geisha. gong li beats ziyi zhang hands down. anytime.

suzuka ohgo also trumped ziyi zhang, and while she didn't come across as strong a little girl as she was portrayed in the book, the movie version of young chiyo was adorable. helped that she's authentic japanese, of course.

speaking of japanese, ken watanabe is THE MAN. tall, dark, handsome...actually, more charismatic than handsome, but oh, what an imposing figure, what an awe-inspiring, drool-worthy man. *swoon*

you think he'll fall in love with me if i turn geisha?:

don't have enough photoshop skills to paint myself white and do up the whole thing, but you get the...er...vague idea. arhaha. hope i don't give anyone nightmares =P