By Andrew Hamlin NORTHWEST ASIAN WEEKLY Of all the methods used by dissidents to escape mainland China and enter Hong Kong, swimming the distance is quite possibly the most dangerous. But Kent Wong, a retired anesthesiologist living near Seattle, attempted that swim twice, sharing his life, and his hope, with a group of such brave […]
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It began life as a garage for taxis, the space at 409 7th Avenue South in the Chinatown-International District (ID). It began hosting art and theater events in the 1980s.
Playing a Chinese mother in America—vivid, domineering, but secretly vulnerable—seems like child’s play to actress Pamelyn Chee. And by this point, it may well be. But to get there, she started acting as an actual child.
Over a long and distinguished career at Microsoft, Scott Oki served as vice president of sales and marketing, promoted the company throughout the world, and oversaw as many as 3,000 employees at once.
He’s owned a record label, owned a music promotion company, and owned and ran a clothing store. He’s played in several rock bands, coordinating concerts, albums, and videos. He’s masterminded charity drives.
I had to laugh at the first review I found of this latest installment of the “Ip Man” saga, available from Magnet Releasing on Dec. 11. The reviewer suggested that nobody in the film looked like a real fighter.
Every dancer takes a slightly different path to the stage. For Bennyroyce Royon, artistic director of Seattle’s Evergreen City Ballet (ECB) and prime mover behind the Ballet’s “Nutcracker Suites” for the holidays, the path includes figure skating, and a jury-rigged audition outfit.
The two stars of the new movie “I Hate New Year’s” grew up in America at the same time. Some of their experiences dovetailed. But others could not seem more different.
My old cinematic friends called it “whupass.” You spell that either “whupass” or “whoopass.” A two-syllable brand for action films. They are often brainless action films, films that pushed the whupass, or the whoopass, in the absence of any strong elements of character development, nuance, or memorable dialogue past a few curt, comedic catchphrases.
A figure in running gear emerges into the film frame, panting hard as he jogs up a steep hill.