
The moment we entered the cinema, a burly guy took a look at our tickets and escorted us to our seats. Neat - half the time our seats would usually be taken over by some other people. A group of rowdy ladies behind us were chatting up a couple of guys beside us. Apparently, they don't know each other, but they were still talking quite loudly that the burly guy had to tell them to pipe down. Funny, this never happens when I watch classical concerts at the Opera House.

Happy ending? No. Ibo can't tolerate insubordination so he guns down Charlie. John packs heat to avenge his brother and defend the family honor. The mother and grandmother give their blessing, while his Aussie wife looks on incredulously. In the end, she knows he needs to do what he needs to do, so she lets him go. John find Ibo and punches him to a pulp to the delight of Ibo's neighbors (instead of shooting him). Let's just hope Ibo learns his lesson and moves to a different suburb.
Dinner is fried rice and deep fried flounder at Canton Noodle House.
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