Like a bad poster for a porno Like all low budget Malaysian horror movies directed by someone that can't agree on a fixed name for himself, Yeop Hitler/M. Hitler Zami/Latiff Zami (goddamn dude, the Hitler in your name isn't even the worst part. Commit to one!), Wangi is a diabolical mess of camera angles, a confusing story, horrible editing and a mediocre script. The start of the movie begins with Sharnaaz Ahmad beating the shit out of something off screen while Erra Fazira cowers in the corner. It then cuts to another scene where Erra, Sharnaaz and their first child enter the house following the arrival of their newborn. That in itself is just confusing as heck. Like, you want to create a dramatic opening, but because of the shoddy editing, it just doesn't deliver the effect you expect it to - unless that effect is creating a sense of confusion for the audience and a desire to request for their money back. "Help me, my husband's Malay" Wangi tells the sto...
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