Think. Think more. Think again. It was supposed to be a filler for lack of attention-grabbing titles or creative chutzpah, but then it's almost funny, kinda like a parody of the affirmation that we're human beings. Well, this is life. As I know it. What I think is what you get.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Enteng and his Kabisote
I was confused if today was a holiday, although it is so logical to declare it such. If there is one thing I have to commend GMA for, it is her unparalleled power to declare and re-schedule holidays. Going to work is definitely the last thing on my mind and with the pending stuff, welcoming the year at work is something I’m not really looking forward to. In fact, I’m not really sure if I wanted to go back. I was on the verge of filing a leave for tomorrow until Mitch told me I was needed for a meeting tomorrow afternoon. Having a meeting to greet the year of the Fire Pig is really unholy.
I was planning to watch a movie, something from the MMFF roster of entries. My officemates were prodding me to go watch Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo, which stars the recently-awarded Ms. Judy Ann Santos. I planned to watch Tatlong Baraha which stars the three generation of Lapids, the oldest one being the action-star-turned-senator Lito Lapid. Of course I’m kidding. Mitch was serious I should go watch Karma, the one with the controversial Grethchen Barretto, if I want something to critique on. Good grief.
I just learned from the news that Enteng Kabisote 3, which stars Vic Sotto, bagged the Best Picture in the filmfest, and Shake Rattle and Roll 8 placed 3rd. KKK was second. Now, I should go watch Enteng and his Kabisote. I will not waste time and speak ill of the movie, after all Vic and his girlfriend, the trying-hard broadcaster Pia Guanio, lands on my Top 10 Annoying People of 2006.
I recalled writing about the MMFF ruckus last year and I should say it’s something that everybody should look forward to every year. You should expect movies like Enteng would have more chances of winning the awards and not just the box office. Maybe next time, one shouldn’t be surprised if Vic gets the acting nod. When the roster of entries was announced, I knew right away what movies will make it in MMFF 2007: Enteng Kabisote 4; Shake Rattle and Roll 9 and Mano Po 6. The franchise keeps going on and on and on and on.
With the certainty the KKK will be extended, I went to my DVD haven and got Blood Diamond and Sideways instead. Oh, I forgot, I already watched Children of Men and The Pursuit of Happyness.
Children -- directed by Alfonso Cuaron -- is a chilling portrait of a society where the last childbirth dates back to 18 years. The images and cinematography is something to marvel at. It has a Tomatometer rating of 94 percent so to do justice is to not have an extensive entry on it save for me, rating it as one of the year’s best. The film leaves many questions unanswered, something which only the audiences can truly interpret and personalize. The Pursuit is another take on rags-to-riches story -- but more on rags, actually -- of Christopher Gardner, once homeless intern for a brokerage firm and now is a bazillionaire. The film directed by Gabriel Muccino does not really offer something new, but Will Smith and his son Jaden, who’s making his debut here, is worth something.
Whew, my blog is fuckin’ saturated with entries on films. Besides I have not actually done anything over the holidays than watch a dozen of them. I should consider going to the gym or resuming the now-defunct badminton games if I am to lose this hanging gut.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
Renton, Trainspotting
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