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18 May 2008

P.Ramlee : The Musical (Season 2)



It was with great excitement that we settled down into our seats at the Esplanade Theatre on Saturday. Being a lifelong P.Ramlee and a musical fan, I can hardly kept still. So here it is finally ~ the story of P Ramlee as a musical. It's like having all my Hari Rayas together.

Armed with goggled reviews of Season 1, I roughly knew what to expect. They made a few changes to cast members (most notably the lead) and I believe, had tighten up the script somewhat. PRTM had won a clutch of awards including a Best Supporting Actress for Melissa Saila and Best Set Design for Raja Maliq so yes, I will be looking out for those.

So how was it? Well, I am notoriously hard to please but yes, I enjoyed myself. It is a seamless production, bar some hiccups with audio and an errant backdrop which may be attributed to first night jitters. While there are some scenes and songs which are forgettable, there are some which had me utterly charmed.

The opening scene of Penang old town to Dick Lee's Penang Swing is just so Dick Lee. It could be any other Dick Lee's production really and for a moment, I was disorientated. It was not until P Ramlee sang Azizah that we begin to anchor ourselves and the rest just got better and better.

The linear development of P.Ramlee's life are told by his relationship with his love(s) of his life - from the mysterious Azizah, potrayed here as the unattainable daughter of a well-to-do family, to Junaidah, the first wife he was 'tricked' into marrying, to Norizan, the glamourous second wife whom he neglected to Saloma, the one who complemented him as an artiste. By weaving in various P Ramlee songs into each episode of his loves, I get to appreciate each song or movie in context to what P Ramlee was going through personally.



Casting Musly Ramlee as P.Ramlee is definitely spot on. I am sure Sean Ghazi was brilliant in Season 1 but there is more to the undertaking than having a wonderful voice. So entrenched is P.Ramlee in our pysche that his mannerisms, voice inflections, not to mention his various jokes are all too familiar to us. In that sense, Musly Ramlee, impersonator extraodinaire, was magical as the great man. Not only was he able to replicate the sharp, high voice of the earlier years, he was able to do the guttural, husky voice of the later years. Now if only we could do something to that horrible wavy wig he was wearing...



Liza Hanim as Saloma sang all of her Saloma numbers faultlessly. In the narration, Saloma was portrayed as having deep-seated love for P Ramlee very early on. However, the lacklustre original songs used to convey her initial unrequited love are just so forgettable. She is hardly Eponine, pining for Marius. Her line "Dah lama saya bersedia, Cik Ramlee" was more effective and succinct.

Both roles of Azizah and Junaidah are sung perfect technically but somehow lacks any emotive outpouring. One could discern the emotion but do not empathise with the characters. Azizah's number did not exactly felt like a young girl giving up her first love nor does Junaidah's come across as the wife and mother, so frustrated, had had enough and now leaving her husband. The rawness of emotions was just not brought across.

My highest praise goes to Melissa Saila, as the glamourous Norizan. True, it is over-the-top and histrionic one-dimensional portrayal but with only a few short scenes and a song, perhaps that is what needed to push the narrative along. She played Norizan with panache and the scene where she sashayed on-stage, back from clubbing, beautiful in a black ensemble with jewels in her hair is definitely a show-stopper. Much had been said of her vocals (which pales against the rest) but her acting definite stole the show.

Much must have been thought out in terms of set design and production. Having dabbled in stage design before, I know how much hard work and planning goes in making set changes as seamless as possible. For the sheer poetry in which they did it, is worth that Best Set Design award alone.



The great wow-factor was, of course, the train scene where an almost-life size locomotive with carriages chugged onto the stage and passengers piled on. The carriages are then opened up so we could see more sing and dance routines telling of P Ramlee's journey on to Singapore, with
a tunnel projected on the background and finally, stopping at Tanjong Pagar station.

Also done brilliantly is the Lido cinema scene for the showing of Penarik Beca. It moves seamlessly from cinema goers going into the theatre, a real beca with Saloma coming into the scene before morphing to a view of inside the theatre, complete with people standing. There are great scenes that gave us a glimpse of movie-making in that era including scaffolding for lighting in absence of rigs.

What I find disconcerting is the music. I could not put a finger to it until Liza Hanim sang Senandung Kasih . It struck me that the score is rather modern, which jars with the period feel. True, this is not a tribute concert to P Ramlee hence we should not expect all P Ramlee's songs. I do understand that it is to appeal to a younger generation but to (perhaps) my jaded ears, the modern score with its love ballads are just typical lagu cinta Melayu you hear on the radio.

The ending is a little insipid, I thought. It came back to the opening scene, circa 1973 where P. Ramlee was in decline. I can't say it is touching or sad - it is just an ending. I would have preferred a more rousing ending like the Buddy Holly's musical. It ended with a tragic radio broadcast of Buddy's plane crashing and then segued to a medley of Buddy Holly's hits with casts dancing and singing, certainly celebrating his music.

I just wished that the ending of PRTM was not of an old couple cuddling in their jammies but of a big, rousing medley of P Ramlee's hits which definitely would have the makcik and pakcik dancing in the aisles and humming his music all the way home. The definite way to remember him.

16 March 2007

Massive Headache!

Half term break (school holidays) is looming and I am a massive, massive headache trying to sort our holiday. It would be our last holiday as a family of 3.

The little one is all for a beach type holiday which means either Spain or Greece.

I am halfway tempted to go to do an Italy grand tour but it IS Easter which means Rome and Vatican City will be overrun. The other option is the train trip Zurich - Geneva (via Interlaken) which theoretically you can fit in into a 4 day weekend trip.

Husband said anything is fine. And he dropped the bombshell "Why don't we go NY?"

Argghhhhhhh!
Checked the flights and they seem reasonable.
Checked the hotel rates and I almost fainted. Nearly USD$300 for a night stay in a decent hotel. Checked for days and suddenly paying about £150 a night seems pretty reasonable but it would mean the hotel would be more expensive than our flights.

Decision, decision.....and all the while the prices are skyrocketing

22 September 2006

I'm still alive....

....except I am totally consumed with my Malay blog. It's like greeting a long lost lover - my love affair with Bahasa Melayu. From crooning old Malay songs to watching old Malay movies, I'm doing them all now.

What an irony! I was so entwined with my Malay culture when I was growing up - taking part in endless cultural activity after another - be it traditional malay dance, dikir barat, Malay debate. Straight into hostel at Uni, I was the only Malay girl in the whole place. I hardly listen to Malay radio, Malay tv programmes bore me and I just noticed how thin and insubstantial Berita Harian looks besides the other national papers. Malay films of that era with all their slapstick and low production values grated my nerves. Imagine this ~ a scene in one of the Malay programmes.. one doctor telling his patient's husband "Isteri awak mendapat tonsilitis - Barah tekak" (Your wife has got tonsilities i.e. throat cancer).

I got sick of the misconception some have of Malays and I was sick of some of the world views held by some Malays. In other words, I became alienated. Don't get me wrong ~ it's not like I am ashamed of being Malay. It's just become a minor part of me. And when I started my travels here to London, it became dormant. Other than speaking Malay and craving malay food, I speak and breathe English.

It was not a big thing - just two of my old friends encouraging me to write in Malay. A tiny spark that rekindled my love in my heritage. It spawned my malay blog and for quite a while, I'm totally obsessed; seeking malay songs on youtube, finding out who is Mawi, caring about siti nurhaliza's wedding and finally in a long long while, I decided to foray to the wilderness and bought two new Malay films . One was not bad at all and the other was totally enjoyable.

So forgive me, my dear sriperwira blog. It is not that I have forgotten you. :)

19 July 2006

Blogging in Malay

My two cyber frens IU and Nani had roped me in to blog in Malay. Now why i never thought of that. Brain workout out now - hard to blog in malay, have to translate my thoughts. what kind of malay am I?

24 May 2006

Bila nak balik?

Just received an email from an old mate and the "soalan cepu mas" came out again. "Bila nak balik?" and I answered "maybe in 2 years time". hmmm.. been saying that for the last six years. hahahahaa.. dah takde value lagi lah that answer. Dah syiok sangat ke aku kat London ni?

I am adamant that we were to go back for the little one to start school but that means going back next year and we are nowhere near ready! There is still too many places I wanted to go to from here. It is just so easy to get bog down with work and even with the generous holidays they give here (27 days! compared to 14 days in Singapore), we never find the time and the funds to go. Especially now that little one is starting proper school in September.

Nevertheless, managed to squeeze in a quick trip to Amsterdam with Anita while she was here on her maiden Europe trip. Having Anita here was fun, fun, fun! I wish more of my kakis can make the trip to London.

It was a long awaited amd long planned trip. No need to bore people with the zillions of emails that pinged back and forth between Anita and me but on 21st April, she finally appeared in the flesh! I must say the first words I spoke to her was "Anita! your hair so straight!" and then " I can't believe you are here!!" and then "I don't remember you being shorter than me". Good friend ah...

Although the joy of having a good fren over was interrupted by her "stalker", we recouped back the fun during the 3-day trip to Amsterdam. I had been there before with husband and child. Big mistake to bring child! You can't go into all the interesting (read : sex) shops. It was just us girls this time round and what a riot we had! Definitely something to be repeated in the future.

1 February 2006

We are in London

IU asked my story about Cardiff and I realised that very little of my old mates knew how in the world I ended up, of all places, in Cardif. It was the start of my adventures in the U.K. A lot of people thought a). I was sent here on work i.e. I enjoy the enviable expat benefits that came with it or b). I married an ang moh. It was neither.

I have always wanted to travel and if I had been a few inches higher, I would have tried to join an airline. Maybe that is a blessing in disguise because I could never fit into that famous sarong kebaya. Just like my profile said, I grew tired of working what it felt like, non stop for Cold Storage. Somehow, Man knew I was getting restless and it was not a bed of roses at all for him at work too. We decided to do this when we are without any responsibilities like mortgage and kids and that was it.

I started prepping about a year before we went – reading up on all that I could get my hands on. We stumbled upon the Working Holiday Visa which not very many Singaporeans knew about. Basically, any Commonwealth youth (under the age of 28) can apply for a Working Holiday Visa to the U.K. where they have leave to stay for two years and most importantly, legally entitled to work. Apparently, other countries like New Zealand and Australia had similar arrangements as well.

It was a stroke of luck since Man and I were nearly 28/27 respectively. I wished we had known sooner. For a lot of UK, Saffa (South African), Australian and NZ uni students, this is so well-known. They usually take Gap years in their studies to do this trip. Maybe it is not so well-known in Singapore because inevitably, uni students would try to finish their course as early as possible before landing a job before graduation. Having taken this time out from Singapore, I believe it would be beneficial if one has the means. Let’s not talk about expanding your horizons – the least that you can achieve by going away is to appreciate what you have back home!

There was a lot of paperwork to do – forms to fill, a mini-essay to write and finally an interview at the British High Commission. You also have to show that you have the means to support yourself during your stay (an equivalent of £2000 must be available in your bank account). Man and I did a nifty trick by shifting the amount between our accounts and asking for statements. Heheheheh.

We finally did it! We got a stamp in our passports, tendered in our resignations, packed our bags and said goodbye to family and friends. It was a first long flight for us and we were very excited when we touched down at Heathrow. London looked grey and the airport huge. We took the airport bus to Euston station and took the Tube.

I think the first “What the hell am I doing?” when we took the Northern Line to Tufnell Park. Oh my God! The train has wooden floors!! How far removed are we from MRT spacious carriages and clean clean floors. And you have to take a creaky, cargo like lift to exit the station. For two virgin backpackers, it was a little scary. However, all fears evaporated when we had a proper look at London the next day. We woke up in the morning, momentarily disorientated and not entirely believing “We are in London!”