Friday, February 16, 2007

now showing

Babel is finally showing here. I don't plan to watch it anymore though. I saw this in pirated DVD last December, thank God. Previous blog on Babel.

The only reason that people will troop to theatres to see this is because of Brad Pitt. It helps that the marketing and promotions of the movie employs the strategy of enlarging Brad Pitt's (nope, not that) photo in the movie poster. Fans would definitely be disappointed when they learn that Brad won't be appearing for more than 30-45 minutes of this 2 and a half film.

Finally saw Pan's Labyrinth (El Labirinto del Fauno). I can remember the times when I went scouring for this film and the vendors couldn't even get the title correct (read: Pao's Lovering to Pang's Nabirin -- aspirin?)

What a real triumph this one is.. This film shows why Mexican filmmaking is the next big thing in Hollywood. It is directed by Guillermo del Toro whose previous film Hellboy bore me to death (weird enough). I refuse to digest the movie as I'm still in awe. Set in Spain during the time of Franco, Pan's is both harrowing and mesmerizing in its ability to explore the human psyche. Truly, as critics say, its 'Alice in the Wonderland for adults'. Check out why its rated 96 percent in Rottentomatoes.


photo credit: cinematical.com

3 comments:

isko b. doo said...

where did you get a copy? mantex again?

jayclops said...

actually sa victo na. la nman koy time adto sa mantex pero i believe it's available there also. parang dun ata bagsakan ng pirated DVDs. i believe isa lang parang major distributor nila sa davao. i observed kc, what one stall has available din sa iba. and it's 10 pesos cheaper sa mantex.

isko b. doo said...

okay, mangita ko ana. also looking for another guillermo del toro's movie el espinazo del diablo (devil's backbone), basi naa pud didto.
Had a blast watching hellboy though. :)

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