For some reasons, I kinda like the film. Somehow I could connect with the tumultuous times my parents went thru, something I heard and read much about. I could also identify with how the different races communicated interchangeably in their own dialects and languages, something so uniquely Singapore.
The riots scenes whether came across perfect or not, did not wipe away my imagination of how a small spark can set a fire burning. It is a sombre reminder of how the fabric of society depends on the magnanimity of every heart in every race, to preserve it. What our founding father has inculcated in Singapore about being a multi racial society should be embraced in our hearts for life, in the generations to come. We no longer look at each other from a different race but that we are Singaporeans first.
