Iron Ladies was fun to watch. Not exactly funny, as I had anticipated. But the stroyline made me stay glued till the very end, although I swore I could write out the rest of the script at the halfway stage of the show. Problems in the dressing room, losing 2-0 before triumphing 3-2, injuries here and there, getting cheers and jeers, member skipping the all-important final, before coming back miraculously, etc, etc, etc. Wonderful ability I've mastered after 22 years of TV - the art of predicting what's going to happen next. Nevertheless, I finished the entire show, despite the absolutely horrendous voice dubbing. Thanks god it's a dual sound movie, so that I could actually switch the language and listen to the thais speak. Although I couldn't make out what the drag queens were talking about, it certainly sounded better than the chinese dubbers, who must have thought they were doing the voice-over for some eunuches. But then again, the constant blankos on the subtitles simply contradict the purpose of the dual sound. We switched to thai because the chinese sucked. But then Mediacorp smartly blanko every word that would look offensive. No spaces for shit or fuck or bitch or [fill in whatever expletives you can], thus leaving a helpless me trying to comprehend what the Thais were trying to communicate across to me most of the time. It's like watching wrestling with all the beeping - a constant and needless struggle. And there was those super-uper short blankos that I concluded 'it's so short it must have meant cb'. Anyway, don't we just love the underdogs? It doesn't matter who are playing the underdogs. We would support them anyway. Why? Partly because the non-underdogs are usually the baddies who would be portrayed so evilly that even Saddam would have condemned them. Away from the reel life, aren't we the evil people in real life? We stay clear from mentally ill people, AIDs victims, people who look unusually human, not to mention the gays and lesbians. Our tongues start wagging as soon as butches walk by. We start racists jokes and end up winning as the champion race. How is life different from the screen? We know who is right and wrong in the movies. But we just couldn't reenact what we learnt. We clapped for the Iron Ladies. We wept for the black victims in Hotel Rwanda. Show end, we make a discriminatory remark somewhere else. What does that make us? Let's put it this way: We simply can't think normally. As what coach Bee said, the Iron Ladies have more humanity than any of us, myself included.