2015 has brought new-found free time, and with that free time comes bandwidth to dream of side projects such as my long-hoped for Kickstarter film entitled The Joy Luck Club II: Even Joyful-er and More Lucky.
This film would feature the original cast reprising their roles, this time with a new generation of young women (naturally the four from the last movie would have only had daughters) living across the country twenty something years after the events in the first book/film.
Of course by then our characters would have lived much life. In fact this sequel would feature Waverly's spunky rebellious daughter (played by Aubrey Anderson in her breakout dramatic role at age 19--I'm not anticipating production to start for another few years) not getting into the college of her choice and then going on an impromptu road trip to visit her other aunties and cousins all against her mother's will. This would of course give us maximum Tamlyn Tomita/Tsai Chin screen time through a series of flashbacks in which Kyla (our protagonist's name is Kyla after her late father comically mispronounced the Chinese vegetable kai-lan at her birth announcement party; the climax of the story features closeups of WaverlyTamlyn as she looks through boxes of photos and reflects on this fond memory) sorts out her issues with her mom/love for her grandmother, and then eventually returns home bearing gifts of crabmeat and a watermelon.
Unfortunately I am not a filmmaker and my actual filmmaker friend Andrew assures me that I am perhaps the only one hoping that this happens.
So now that I am abandoning all this creative energy and am not finishing my Kickstarter trailer for The Joy Luck Club II (alternative subtitles included The Joy Luck Club II: Mahjong Meltdown, The Joy Luck Club II: This Time With Cell Phones, and The Joy Luck Club II: Back in The Crabit by the way but these are neither here nor there at this point), I am building a new home to exercise my hands in the free time that 2015 has opened.
Los Angeles is not the city I was born in, but it is certainly the city I have been raised in. After visiting almost every year through childhood I ended up here for school and have stayed. The love/less-than-love relationship I have with this city has spurred me to jot down notes, spark phone calls at odd hours, and spend days contemplating this odd hurricane of neighborhoods that we call Los Angeles. I'm ready to curate these moments, thoughts, places, and people, and I hope you will join me on the journey.
Perhaps you will vehemently disagree with my voice. Perhaps something will resonate. Regardless, I hope that in reading you will find something.
That's the most I can ask of anyone.