|  | November 
                    6th, 2006 |  | Idle 
                    Worshipping
 I haven't written one of these 
                    A Man Called Sanjuro columns in a long while, and now 
                    I return specifically to share a little tale with all of you 
                    faithful LoveHKFilm.com 
                    readers. What I have to tell you isn't exactly a great story, 
                    but it's almost a great story, and hey, that's gotta count 
                    for something, right? No? Well, don't say I didn't warn you.
 I've been a fan of Hong Kong cinema 
                    for quite some time now, so it's always been a dream of mine 
                    to cross paths with an actual HK film celebrity. Actually, 
                    I did happen to see Maggie Cheung at the Hawaii International 
                    Film Festival a couple years back. She served as a judge and 
                    even spoke a bit at a special screening of Comrades, Almost 
                    a Love Story. Unfortunately, she didn't stick around to 
                    take questions and when I tried to take a picture of her, 
                    some lady with a ridiculously large hairdo and even larger 
                    proportions stood up in front of me. And just like that, Ms. 
                    Cheung was gone.
 Aside from that fortuitous Maggie 
                    Cheung appearance, about the closest I've gotten to any other 
                    HK movie stars would be either the celebrity handprints over 
                    at the Avenue of Stars or the lifelike dummies at Madame Taussaud's 
                    Wax Museum. Sure, I had my hair cut by Michelle Yeoh's stylist 
                    while visiting Malaysia this summer, and last year I laid 
                    eyes on one of the Jay Chou-driven Toyota Truenos used in 
                    Initial D, but as far as firsthand, honest-to-goodness 
                    star sightings? Aside from Maggie Cheung, it's never happened 
                    for me. Until…
 Not too long ago, I had the opportunity 
                    to visit Singapore, Malaysia, and Hong Kong for my summer 
                    vacation. I began my vacation in Singapore, taking trips to 
                    Malaysia and Hong Kong in-between. The weeklong Malaysia visit 
                    resulted in my current shaggy coif courtesy of none other 
                    than Michelle Yeoh's aforementioned stylist (as a result, 
                    I now possess "The Touch." Evildoers beware!). My 
                    HK visit was a bit shorter, and while Kozo and I had a good 
                    time hunting Storm Riders collectibles and dining at 
                    the authentic Chinese eatery known to some as California Pizza 
                    Kitchen, neither of us saw any celebrities. However, the last 
                    leg of my trip involved a return to Singapore. Jackpot.
 When it was finally time to head 
                    back to the States, I found myself chowing down on some surprisingly 
                    tasty congee at a food court in Changi Airport. Basically, 
                    I was hanging out with my family before saying my last goodbyes 
                    and then proceeding through security for the customary groping. 
                    But before that could happen, I heard a sudden commotion from 
                    the booths on the other side of the small, mostly deserted 
                    food court. And that's when I had my second real-life HK actor 
                    sighting.
 Before I could really gather my bearings, 
                    there he was: the Man with the Tan himself, Louis Koo. If 
                    I were slightly demented, I could argue that it was fated 
                    that I run into the guy; it was, in many ways, the summer 
                    of Louis Koo for me. For one thing, I finally bought, watched, 
                    and enjoyed Election 2 during my vacation. Not convinced? 
                    Well, I also happened to read an interview Koo gave with Singapore's 
                    Eight Days magazine in which he revealed his penchant 
                    for collecting life-sized action figures. Apparently, he owns 
                    some giant-sized Star Wars, Spider-Man, and Batman statues, 
                    a detail that I happily shared with my girlfriend in order 
                    to justify my own raving toymania. Still don't see the "date 
                    with destiny" angle of this encounter? Read on. In addition 
                    to buying Election 2 and reading the interview with 
                    Louis Koo, I kept seeing the man's face plastered all over 
                    Singapore: the guy apparently has a lucrative endorsement 
                    deal with a line of massage chairs. Go figure.
 So yeah, obviously, I was fated to 
                    meet Louis Koo this summer. Of course, that's all crazy talk. 
                    By that logic, I was "destined" to bump into Sammi 
                    Cheng as well. I mean, seriously, that chick's face was more 
                    ubiquitous than Koo's. All over South East Asia, Sammi was 
                    hawking everything from watches to moisturizer to handguns. 
                    Okay, that last one's a lie. Still…um, what was my point?
 Ah yes, I saw Louis Koo. Sadly, there's 
                    not much to tell about the encounter. Koo was gone in less 
                    than five seconds. I didn't talk to him. I didn't get an autograph. 
                    And I didn't approach him for a picture. I just watched as 
                    he briskly walked away and politely handled the fans that 
                    apparently did possess the wherewithal to actually 
                    greet him.
 Now, you would think that would be 
                    the end of the story. But you would be wrong. Y'see, I also 
                    ended up having my third firsthand HK celebrity encounter. 
                    Just as I'm trying to figure out whether I should have gotten 
                    up and said hello to Louis Koo, guess who else walks by when 
                    the coast clears? Daniel Wu. But just like Koo, he's 
                    gone before I can do anything about it. Damn.
 Now, my first thought was, "Do 
                    these guys take summer vacations together?" The two of 
                    them are actually appearing together in the Derek Yee-directed, 
                    Singapore-co-financed film entitled The Protégé, 
                    but I didn't know that at the time. Andy Lau is in the movie, 
                    too, but sadly he did not emerge from any of the food court 
                    booths. Instead, I just watched with baited breath as assorted 
                    entourage, regular joes, and quite possibly a Mainland Chinese 
                    actor I've never seen before passed by my table. No Andy Lau. 
                    No Derek Yee. Heck, nobody from Daniel's Wu's "band" 
                    Alive either.
 If I could go back and do things 
                    over again, I'd like to think I would have tried to be more 
                    proactive and perhaps gotten a picture or an autograph. But 
                    what would I say? "I'm your biggest fan"? Sure, 
                    I like both actors, but "biggest fan"? That's just 
                    not true. Or to Louis Koo: "I really enjoyed your performance 
                    in Election 2; please take a picture with me." 
                    That seems kinda lame.
 And what about Daniel Wu? If I had 
                    seen Heavenly Kings at the time (which I later did 
                    and thought was hilarious), I could have come up with something 
                    complimentary, perhaps even vaguely amusing to him, but I 
                    hadn't even opened the packaging on the DVD yet, much less 
                    watched it. Leaving Wu alone was probably for the best since 
                    the only comment that came to mind -- "Your acting has 
                    gotten a lot better since Gen-X Cops!" -- seemed 
                    wildly inappropriate.
 As a Hong Kong cinema fan, I can't 
                    fully explain why I just let those two walk on by. My only 
                    answers are that A) it happened really, really fast, B) I 
                    don't really like to bother people, and most importantly, 
                    C) I'm not a big enough fan of either of them to leap over 
                    both my family members and the table between us just to pursue 
                    Louis Koo and Daniel Wu for a photo op, especially in an airport 
                    only a few days after the terrorist scare in England went 
                    down. Call me crazy, but cavity searches just aren't my thing.
 Now, 
                    if it had been Jet Li, Faye Wong, Chow Yun-Fat, Sammi Cheng, 
                    or Andy Lau, I might have risked it. I can damn well assure 
                    you if I saw Ekin Cheng, I would have ran up to him, got his 
                    signature, and perhaps even forced him take a funny photo 
                    with me -- I mean, I have a moral obligation to this site, 
                    after all. But for some odd reason, I didn't go the extra 
                    mile with these guys. No picture. No autograph. Just a silly 
                    little anecdote about celebrity spotting. See, I told you 
                    this was almost a good story.
 
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                    Sanjuro, 11/06/2006 |  |