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I Voted For Swifty. (A Chicken Rice Mystery Post)

Fellow blogger and pal, Swifty, has had his short film, Chicken Rice Mystery, become one of the finalists in the BMW Shorties 2008 competition.

I've seen it and I think it's an enjoyable watch. Combining elements of noir and several bits of comedy, which to me is very reminiscent of Chow Sing Chi's work in the Nineties, Chicken Rice Mystery is about a boy whose mother used to make really good chicken rice, a dish that everyone in the family remembers with great fondness.

But ever since he was born, his mother stopped cooking it and now his father has grown to miss that particular chicken rice. But then there's that issue of his mother not really being able to cook very well... So how is it that his mother was able to cook this magnificent dish that everyone seems to praise?

He then takes it upon himself to solve the mystery of why his mother doesn't make her particular brand of chicken rice anymore.

The movie is only about ten minutes long but totally worth loading the BMW Shorties website to watch, even if the site is full of crappy Flash. (Ad agencies! There's something awesome called AJAX and CSS! It's totally better than flash! Look into it, you fools!)

There's also a cameo by Suanie who the other blogs seem to make a big brouhaha about. I don't read Suanie's blog so I don't really know her or even care. But you might!

Don't forget to vote for the movie when you've watched it! There's still one day left!

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