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Melodrama Negra (2012)

 

 

 

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MELODRAMA-NEGRA-Poster-jpg_075015This has its satisfying moments and unsurprising twists.

The three ghosts are somewhat stuck in limbo, thinking that they might be at a state of fulfilling a final purpose before they are taken away by Ate Shawie which seems to be a symbolism of another realm. They go into a journey of “visiting” the ones they’ve left. Along their journey they meet three college friends who are into anything recently considered popular and conjure into the usual problems involving family, friends, love and whathaveyou.

This dark comedy nearly sticks to the direct translation of it’s title.

 

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#1 Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

1 January 2013

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I haven’t seen the first two films but I have an idea what they’re like thanks to the number of  YouTube spoofs and Pop culture references to Schwarzenegger and Linda Hamilton. And quite thankfully this film has a bit of help in reminding us (and Claire Danes’ character) of who the Connors are and the resistance. But watching this one alone doesn’t help much.

It’s definitely a macho film. So macho in fact that it has been  trying to fight the times and relate to it’s perspective new audiences. The original fans are still there, sure. I remember a friend a couple of years ago even telling me the Terminator’s (T-850 Arnold Schwarzenegger) most famous lines thinking I wasn’t born yet in 1997 (although I already was) and showing me more YouTube videos of him being mashed up along with Arnold’s other films.

Directed by Jonathan Mostow

Screenplay by John Brancato and Michael Ferris

Based on characters by James Cameron and Gale Ann Hurd

Starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, Nick Stahl, Claire Danes, and Kristanna Loken

 

The film begins with an explanation of past events. John Connor (Stahl) has been living off-grid in Los Angeles. According to Wikipedia,

Following the events of Terminator 2: Judgment DayJohn Connor (Nick Stahl) has been living off-the-grid in Los Angeles. Although Judgment Day did not occur on August 29, 1997, the date given by the Terminator in the previous film, John does not believe that the prophesied war between humans and Skynet has been averted. Unable to locate John, Skynet sends a new model of Terminator, the T-X (Kristanna Loken), back in time to July 24, 2004 to kill his future lieutenants in the human Resistance. A more advanced model than previous Terminators, the T-X has an endoskeleton with built-in weaponry, a liquid metal exterior similar to the T-1000, and the ability to control other machines. The Resistance sends a reprogrammed T-850 model 101 Terminator (Arnold Schwarzenegger) back in time to protect the T-X’s targets, including Kate Brewster(Claire Danes) and John.

So, with that valuable information at hand, everything now seems so clear to me as I recall the film. Claire Danes is an effective actress who plays out the panicked daughter of a Lieutenant responsible for the creation of Skynet. Like us she has no idea what is happening and asks most of the questions for me, I mean for us. More surprisingly, Schwarzenegger’s reprise as the reprogrammed Terminator fits well, and all the dead-pan humor you would expect from his previous versions still remains intact, if not, well mastered. The part where he says “Talk to the hand” would be one of my favorites, as well as the part where his system has been corrupted by the T-X in which he decides to shut down himself… His performance is really good.

Not bad for the intimidating T-X played by Kristanna Loken. As the Claire Danes’ character says it, “just die you bitch!” but she just doesn’t.

Although the plot has carefully played its cards in building up the suspense for this much-awaited box office hit of 2003, I’d have to watch the first two to make a clear judgment. If I’d ever be ask to give out stars, I’d give this a 2 out of five great stars.

 

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You Intolerable Insomniac

I am sleepy. Definitely. It’s just that I’ve got so much to think about and so much to do. Have you ever got that feeling?

racoon eyes

I actually published this earlier with a different paragraph right after this photo. For some reasons I lost it. Anyway, for a person with a lot of free time I am quite busy. I have thought of keeping a schedule but then someone had just told me that I was becoming a killjoy. And so at the moment I’m just trying to think of better ways to do what I want to do next. Hopefully I’ll figure this out.

I am so sorry, I know you might be thinking of storming out and jumping back to your facebook page. I swear I’ll get back to you with some film experiences about some films you may or may not have seen in the past few weeks. I’ll be coming back with a new 500 Movie Challenge with flexible offers and rules. I’ll be sharing something about films such as The Vow, Morning Glory, Ang Nawawala (What Isn’t There), and Cosmopolis.

Gotta get a clearer mind. Good night.

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Somebody That I Used to Know

No, this is not a post about that shitty song that everybody knows. Nor is this an appreciation of how that song has influenced me in writing a blog with the same title as that song. I just happen to like ill-fitting titles.

Today I was typing away on to my laptop for a list of companies that I could work for while watching disc one of A Very Long Engagement (Jean-Pierre Jeunet and yes it’s a vcd.). While the wifi wasn’t working that much well, I realized that I shouldn’t waste my time staring at the screen with that little cursor working its way to hypnotize me. And so I took out a book I’m currently reading, A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemmingway. I’m now at the chapter entitled Ford Madox Ford and the Devil’s Principle while my laptop was charging, the coffee I ordered was getting cooler, and while my phone was also charging as it waits for a message from my love.

Meanwhile as I fidget away I noticed a stout man come into the coffee shop. He had blonde hair, blue eyes and thick-rimmed glasses which sat on the bridge of his nose just as comfortable as birds perch on trees. He walked into the shop with a natural grin on his face. More importantly, he seemed familiar to me as I was a regular of this mall I’m in now.

Before he would even exchange the stare I was making through my peripherals, I stared back at the heavily unloaded web page for my 15,000 emails. I knew then where I knew him. He was a regular in this mall. And believe me, it’s like I’ve grown along with this mall so most of the time I recognize people whom I know have been visiting this mall like they too have grown along with this mall.

This is what landmarks and buildings do to you. Just like how certain mountains and trees are to people who live in the province. Or what we idiots in the city call “uncivilized” places. You grow to know that there are certain fascinations inside a landmark like this. If you’re the kind of person who isn’t used to change, you would probably complain to people you know that this certain store had been replaced by something fancy and useless. Meanwhile, if you’re a newcomer at this place you wouldn’t even care that that store had just replaced a wonderful hub to others. And if you’re used to change, why would you even care if it got replaced?

And so the American had come into the shop, glanced at me typing friskily on my laptop while Audrey Tatou had just met an American who happens to be speaking French and in a French role. He had earphones on and was bobbing his head all of a sudden. That I don’t care about. What I care about was if he would remember me or not.

My memory of this man wasn’t at all bad. He was, in fact, pleasant. I used to work for an American-owned fast food chain on this same mall where I was selling ice creams and sodas on the rocks with ice cream swirls on top (it was called ‘Float’ due to the effect it was portraying with the soda and the ice cream. Not worth mentioning was the loaded ice needed to make it float.). He was a regular customer. Whenever he was in the mall he’d drop by and buy a cone of ice cream. Mostly with dip, often without. He was always so pleasant and I’ve never seen him with his wife (I was guessing it was a Filipina, otherwise, he may have been here in the Philippines just to enjoy the weather.) whom he may have met online. I’ve always seen American men who would stroll the mall along with their Filipina wives. You would often tell that they find us very exotic. But what would I care about other people’s preferences anyway?

And so he had ordered a coffee. Sat [luckily] in the couch across my table where the charger for my laptop had been plugged in. And then he was bobbing strangely to the tunes he was listening loudly on his iPod. He was pointing up in the air like he was listening to Nelly or something.

Does he recognize who I am? I’m scared he might’ve and ask me weird questions.

But I guess not. Suddenly a woman in a pink hair came in along with a blond kid with brown eyes. She sat across him and the little girl had kissed him on the cheek. Thank goodness he doesn’t recognize me at all. I may have forgotten that pleasant customer image on my mind and change seats.

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#458 Taksikab

April 3, 2011

I have a lot of gay friends. And it was bad that I was not able to bring them with me upon watching this film.

Starring numerous upcoming indie artists, including this guy mentioned in the photo, Taksikab is a movie that I cannot only stress as a gay movie. But one can classify it as a gay movie. I did not feel aroused in anyway, but I did feel guilty for not tagging along some of my other gay friends, that way I might’ve at least enjoyed the movie.

But to classify it as a pristine indie film, or a classic to my future children —- it would be hard to at least remember it as a good indie film. I didn’t like this film not because I hate LGBT films. I just felt that there were too many characters to even focus on, and the complexity of the plot didn’t match up to what I was expecting.

Just to remind myself though, I did like one part of the film. This guy’s role:

And because he’s Jinggoy Ejercito’s nephew, I guess part of his contract was to not show half of his body, except for his butt cheeks. And to refuse anal sex for his character’s role. Although I did like the part, somehow because it wasn’t at all to gruesome for my senses, because I could feel the awkwardness in his acting, it didn’t quite own up to the strength of his co-actor in the scene thus it left me feeling uncomfortable for him like I was wanting him to just get out of there. But at least for a first timer he had this film under his belt.

If one would ask me if I’d watch this again? Sure I would. But maybe with someone so I wouldn’t feel very much uncomfortable as I felt now.

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#486: Astroboy

February 23, 2011

I honestly did not understand this movie no matter how many times I watch it. Why? Simply because I always, ALWAYS end up falling asleep in the part wherein Astroboy becomes Astroboy (you know, that part when his father changed him into a cyborg in the hopes of retrieving his beloved son). But yes, I did understand though that Freddie Highmore provided the voice for Astroboy and that his father’s voice lent by Nicolas Cage. Feel free to enlighten me about this movie. I have no time to rewatch it. Plus, it’s not allowed for the challenge. ;P

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Sundays On HBO

Feb. 14, 2011 at 12:51 AM. Late posting due to some laundry duties ^^

I just hung around the house last sunday and since my dvd player is still not cooperating much with all the Criterion collection dvds that we currently have unwatched, I resorted to my first love: television.

By the way, I spoke with fellow cinephile, film auditoire Adrian Mendizabal and he and I are collaborating on the 500 Movie Challenge. Since I already started, he and another cinephile friend of ours will begin tonight. I’ll be posting the revisions later..

Meanwhile… Since I did spend my sunday night (and valentines day) watching cable tv, here are three movies I saw over the weekend via HBO.

#496: Mona Lisa Smile (February 13, 2011)

 I initially drafted a huge paragraph about how I first saw this movie in HBO and how I loved the costumes and the characters but then again, as I look back to it now at this very minute, I feel like I’m lying to myself.

This movie is obviously not about the famous painting whose smile still remains a huge mystery to almost everybody. Although at some point in the movie they made a reference of this painting since the main character played by Julia Roberts is an art professor at Wellesley College, an all girls university in the 1950s. If you’ve listened carefully to your history professor, you might be aware that back in the fifties, women were only allowed to do several purposes and duties. Watch this film to know what those are and get back to me to see if it fits your description of the world in the 1950s. What I didn’t like about watching this though was the amount of characters my eyes could follow, and I remember thinking how much I didn’t like Maggie Gyllenhall when I first saw this movie.. I like her now though.

Anyway, this movie is a goody good movie. For art lovers as well as writers who are currently under writer’s block and wants to be better than Kirsten Dunst’s role.

#494: Hachiko

 

I’m in the search for Akita dogs because of this movie. All I ever said while watching this was one big “Awwww.. such a cutie!” to the point that I realized all I ever said was that. And of course, I cried during the part when his master played by a handsome Richard Gere died and Hachi just kept coming back to the train station, hoping that his master will come back. It’s a nice film, simple and tons of emotions.

# 494: It’s Complicated

 I never expected to like this film. When I say like, I mean it in a sincere manner. I didn’t like the trailer but I was quite amused and satisfied to it’s story. About divorcees with benefits. It stars Alec Baldwin, Meryl Streep, and Steve Martin who amazingly was not the main comic in this movie. Also stars John Krasinsky, Lake Bell, Mary Kay Place, Rita Wilson and a lot of Meryl Streep’s cooking.

 

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I Wante Youw Soo Bad Itz Driveng Me Madd

In this vast changing world of the techy and the gadgety, I find myself caught in between dimensions of the new and the old world. I love old movies, as well as those 3D movies they all have now. I still find it amazing when a photographer takes snapshots using analog cameras. And better yet, I still find writing my stories in my old school notebooks (or on sheets and sheets of pad paper) much relaxing that typing it into this computer.

But I’m not one to differ from my generation, I do have social network sites and I was amazed at how communication was stretched out and made easy through these sites. I’ve had friendster, multiply, myspace, yahoo messenger, twitter, and of course, I’m also on Facebook.

I’ve just canceled my Friendster due to some unnecessary message I got from someone I used to pretend I like. I’ve added friends, knew bands through these sites, and the best and worst of the part of getting to stay connected with almost everyone you’ve met in you’re life is the fact that you can stay connected with the ones you couldn’t find in the streets.

That one person that got away.

When I was younger, he read my very first blog. He wasn’t that dumb enough not to figure out that it was about him. But as soon as the time came, and he had to go away, and I had to let him get away, I removed him from my list of friends with the hopes of finally moving forward with my real life and with my unrealistic life.

When I got into Facebook, I was glad that he wasn’t there either. A year and a half months after, I was shocked to find his glowing face on the side of the screen, under the “people you may know” section. I thought about how I was already over him and I added him, just like old friends. But the thing with people in your life that you wish didn’t get away is that when they somehow get back in your life, and you just can’t help but get them back. And to my recovering state, I found that theory a threat. I did what I try to do best and removed him from my circle of growing Facebook friends.

But I added him up again just a few months ago.  And then, a couple of weeks after, I saw him on a Tagged Photo trend, clicked on his photo and saw the closely related reaction…

We’re no longer friends, even in the cyberworld.

I know, I know. It’s ridiculous to even tread on this path again. But the thing is I feel like the joke was kinda returned back on me, y’know. I felt weird. I felt like he really hated me not only in person but in any other worlds..

Then again, I guess we were never friends to begin with anyway. We weren’t even lovers. Nothing. Blanko. Zero. Nil.