For as long as I can remember, my family follows the exact same weird routine every Chinese New Year.

After a light vegetarian lunch at my grandma’s house, we’ll all pile into several cars and drive off to the nearby Lot 1 Shopping Mall. There, we’ll fight through the crowd at the cinema, buy some popcorn, and watch a Really Bad Chinese New Year Movie.

Last year, it was Ah Boys To Frogmen. The year before, it was From Vegas To Macau.

It doesn’t matter which movie we pick, it’s always painfully bad. Yet, we find ourselves doing the same thing, every single year, without fail.

(However, one year we watched Jack Neo’s The Lion Men and it was so excruciatingly bad that it almost put a stop to the tradition. But we continued with it anyway.)

The Power Of Traditions

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