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.
Friday, July 18, 2008
why so serious?
Wait, that's not really it, I'm sure you know I'm diverting you of the obvious. If you look closely at Batman, the decapitated arm is unintentional. It's been there for many months and I just can't locate Bruce's left arm. Just so you know, I'm not aiming for something metaphorical or thematic in the contrast. But if you've seen the film, it may offer a glimpse of depth. If not, prepare for it.
Ok, so here goes. Oh my God, The Dark Knight is fucking brilliant. Chris Nolan is a friggin' genius. Heath Ledger is the creepiest, most terrifying villain EVER. And I hate Nolan, who might prolly have a hand at the thesp's untimely death because of how amazingly he immersed himself into the role, he prolly messed up. Oh my god, everything is just so fucking awesome.
The Dark Knight is unsettling and unforgettable. I hope I can muster the courage to even write my take on how moved I am of the experience.
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
5 comments:
kinahanglan ba jud naay fucking? haha. cge cge.. i'll find a dibidi copy of The Dark Knight in my friendliest dibidi neyborhod. and let me find out that fucking awesome film you said that moved you. hehehe.
btw, cluttered desk is my problem lately. i just cant help but delay putting those papers in their right place until i found out its drowning me.
have you read noel vera shred the dark knight to pieces? here's his review of the movie.
vera almost ruined a day after i was blown away by the dark knight.
jep, himuon bang issue ang fucking. hahaha.
mr. scud, yeah I actually read the review already. of course, I cannot contest Vera, he's the ultimate expert on the matter plus he raised valid points naman which I also noted. Most important of which was the dramatic arc he pointed out for Harvey, he's actually the most developed. Heath's perf was incontestably amazing to the point that it already overshadowed other important characters, say Dent.
Btw, read your blog already prior to this comment. Keep it up. :D
Thanks for reading my blog. my writing, in my opinion, is crappy. haha.
I think Mr. Vera sees all movies first as an art. secondary na lang as entertainment that's probably why ganun ang reviews nya. ako naman opposite particularly for "summer" movies. purely entertainment. i change my mindset when i watch "serious" films.
btw, i think i do need to start hunting for classic movies like 400 blows.
The 400 Blows is one of my all time favorite films. Go see it.
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