The 500 Film Challenge

The 500 Film Challenge Year Four

Hi everyone! Due to the overwhelming support we’ve recieved for last year’s challenge, I am pleased to announce that this year’s challenge officially begins!

Here are the rules:

1. Watch a film.
2. List them and include a review, a critique, or at least share your ‘experience’ about the film. It doesn’t matter if you suck at writing, as long as you write what the film’s about, what it means to you.
3. Sign-up via this link. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1-Ojrz4O9wO42_9RWwdhV6OZ3mMsMGUOpyWwLz6dnQaQ/viewform
4. Short films, docu or mockumentaries can be accepted into your entries. Unfortunately, anthologies are considered as a single film.
5. A rewatch of a film can be counted as a single entry per day. But kindly indicate the number of times you’ve seen the film.
6. Have fun! Don’t stress yourself if you haven’t been able to complete the challenge. If you do have any suggestions feel free to let me know. 😉

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Film 66. Leo Carax's The Holy Motors
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2014 in review

 

2014 was all about losses and wins. A number of things from a dear friend in Christopher Fajardo to a house I lived in for almost half my life, to pets and comedians and brilliant actors and actresses, to my ever failing ability to keep a proper time management to do the things I love.

 

This year was surely a year for valuable relationships. I made sure I had that in tact first.

 

Next year, I do hope to spend much more time at the movies and write about it more.

And yes, I think we do have a winner for the 500 film challenge. And don’t worry, it ain’t me. 🙂

 

This is me, featuring this year's favorite photo app.
This is me, featuring this year’s favorite photo app.

 

In case you’re interested, here’s the stats of my blog this year. Thank you!

 

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,400 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 23 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

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Being Chris Fajardo

I first met Chris in my imagination. That may sound ridiculous but allow me to explain.

It all started about my twin sister’s stories about a tranchemate/officemate she had at work who lent us copies of foreign films. When I say foreign, I don’t mean easy to pick up at the videostore Hollywood movies (with the exception of some Hollywood films which are surprisingly available in local videostores). These were all interesting, well-thought foreign films my twin and I only knew from film books we secretly read at the bookstore. From the great Fellinni to Akira Kurosawa, whose works we only heard of by characters from other foreign films we’ve seen on cable. I always imagined him as this skinny guy with glasses (though my sister corrected me several times that he never wore glasses), with messy hair. It’s not usual that you’d meet a guy who was interested in the same stuff you did. So I asked her “gwapo ba?” (is he handsome?) And my sister replied “well, kind of. But I’m just not sure he’s interested in me in that aspect.” Since I, we, were both single at the time my hopes of nabbing someone who had the same interest, as in built-in interest in these kinds of movies, just died then and there. But I was still interested in meeting him in person.

Apparently he made the first move of talking to my twin during their training at work. My sister was reading Orson Welles’ biography and she says this guy just came up to him, the expression on his face was a mix of excitement and amazement and wonder at her, a girl who looked too young but too serious to be working in this business and to intent at learning more about Orson Welles, the genius whose passion towards films were just as mad as his great masterpiece, Citizen Kane.
So they chatted and they began exchanging conversations about films. The next day he brought her about five films for her to share with her film buddy, me.
The first film I ever saw from that pack was Fellinni’s Amarcord.. And I told myself that if it was possible to love a man, without all the romance, only for gratitude… Well, damn I love this Chris guy! Of whom I haven’t met, yet.
And so each week, there were several others he lent us, a few others we lent him back. I admit since I’m such a couch potato I just relied on HBO, Cinemax, WOWOW, PBO, and the two african channels MM1 and MM2 (which served as doors for developing my interest in classic Hollywood films, silent films, and french films), the ones we had at home consisted of Marlon Brando’s and Jimmy Stewart’s films, Hitchcock, a slew of other foreign films he’d already watched, and rom-coms which were necessary for the three of us siblings (the times after highschool got pretty depressing for us), and a couple of classic horror films. We lent him some, he lent us some more. And everything just went deep after that.

Suddenly I felt like this was the world I wanted to be in. The world of complex characters or predictable ones, in black and white or in the Silent Film era, in talkies, in Propagandistic films, in all the rom-coms, campiness of local drama, and the smoking ways of the Parisians during the 40s to 70s, I wanted a tragedy as written by Woody Allen or a youthful resilience as told by the folks at Studio Giblhi.

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When I was younger I wanted to be so many things because my parents allowed me to choose. I wanted to be a veterinarian, a Broadway [super]star, an impersonator, a singer, an actress, a writer, a lawyer, an archaeologist, a philanthropist, a psychologist, a playwright. But when I lost my mom to cancer in Christmas of ’06, the hopes of achieving anything became minimal. As luck would have it, I became optimistic when I had learnt that I passed this Science and Tech scholarship. Which meant I could go to good schools. But my dying wish to go to UP and all of a sudden I couldn’t afford to go there either. And I suddenly added “Systems Administrator” and “Computer Engineer” to the things I wanted to be.

I took up IT in college because it was also known as Instant Trabaho or the most in demand job out there. I realized through the subjects I had which were all about computers, and it wasn’t something for me. I realized that I had myself stuck in a situation that’s never gonna work out for me. So, I left school early and decided to work early. I had to drop out of my scholarship, and work at 17.

I wrote this two page review for the movie Serendipity in high school and I never thought that my teacher would be impressed. I had forgotten all about that. I knew I should have went to college and pursued something I really, truly wanted which was to study film. To be a part of it all. It was BA Film all along. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?

The first time I finally met Chris was at this monthly film screening in Cubao. The group had a tribute to (komiks guy, Susan Roces and Eddie Garcia flick) and I didn’t know that the place was a bit religious. Well, my twin mentioned it but I thought it wasn’t that religious. So we wore dresses and stockings.. And our faces were filled with make-up, sixties style! Our hair was all over the place as usual. So when he met us at the gate, there was that smile that one would know when they’d seen an old friend. His smile was that warm. He laughed when I told him the nuns gave us a look of disapproval as we walked in.

The thing about living in San Jose del Monte was that it was in the middle of the urban and the rural. So when film festivals started popping up here and there, the travel time my twin and I needed was at a minimum of two hours. Hence, whenever Chris would invite us to festivals or film screenings, we’d always be an hour late. Plus, we worked in call centers and most film screenings occur by the time we’re asleep or in the middle of our shifts. And yes I do feel like I’ve been making up excuses my whole life.

For some awesome luck of time management, Chris was always, almost always present during these festivities. Especially one Saturday each month in Cubao. I haven’t met anyone else (apart from Queen and my boyfriend) whom I can talk to about every character, every detail about the film but Chris. He was just as enthusiastic. And he listened and he shared everything he knew about films.

He introduced Queen and I to this “underground” film society formed by these guys from UP and PUP and Titus Brandsma. This society was formed in Facebook of all places. There were about a hundred when he added us up. And it was interesting in many ways. Forums bored me to death but conversations that took place in Cinephiles were entertaining, educational, and sometimes emotional (why the fuck post a spoiler filled review?!?!). I owe Chris the opportunity to meet these people. To be included in that group.

The very last time I saw Chris I told him about Harmony Korine’s Spring Breakers. I didn’t have that Spring Breakahs forevah vibe with me but I tried my best not to be a pussy in front of him. He’d lost so much weight from the cancer. The Big C yet again. I was several hours late though Joseph had texted me to come ASAP several hours before because Chris was in critical condition. I had the same terrible feeling when I lost my mother. My fake optimism kicked in just the same although I understood what critical condition was. When he was gone I just couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t care less if I didn’t have enough sleep, if I cried the whole day even while at work, if I spent at least a portion of my day during his wake. But I guess he appreciated anything. He did. He really did.

It’s been months my dear friend since I last saw you. I promise to finish watching all the films I borrowed from you. I’ll tell you all about it soon. I told you once how I was so glad to have met such a wonderful person like you. Because you are. You truly are…

Christopher Fajardo’s love for films were as strong as the heroines his most favorite actress, Catherine Denouve, has portrayed through the years. He was a film programmer though his day job was as a telephone banker. He passed away on February 8, 2014 and his ashes are interred at the Manila North Cemetery Green Park, a few meters away from where FPJ, the King of Philippine Cinema rests along with former Presidents, Boy Scouts and other heroes of this generation, and of course my mom.

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wine or beer?

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I whiff a scent of you
Cigars and a musk of confidence.
Is that wine or beer?
I spare my loneliness
In exchange for a moment with you.
I’ve wanted to feel your presence
Yet my question remains,
Is that wine or beer?

I’ve always wanted
A hand to hold,
A face to cheer,
A weekend to spend,
To give a gift so bold,
I’ve waited each year
Yet here you are,
At the end or the line
Holding a glass of wine
Or is that beer?

06-20-2014

*image courtesy of *****

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A Letter To My Twenty Four Year Old Self

Here’s something even more personal, brought to you by no one else but me.

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I’ve reached rock bottom several times in my life before and it is most definitely the toughest place I’ve ever been.

Sometimes even if you surround yourself with plenty of people, when you hit rock bottom, you’re there all alone. With no one else to guide you but yourself and probably a little hint of faith.

For people who know me I am a particularly happy person. Pretty much optimistic at any cost. When I lost my mom to cancer several years back, there was nothing I could do. It was something out of hand. Something I never expected to occur on a Christmas morning. She wasn’t the type who’d smoke on a rainy day while she ate ice cream. She disliked having pork as a regular meal, she loved cooking pinakbet a mixed vegetable steamed in fish sauce. Her version only included veggies and fish or shrimp paste. She ate healthier than anyone I know. She wasn’t an alcoholic and worked even after her chemo. But death is an inevitable force. There was nothing I could do when that happened.

It’s very easy to say “move on with your life” but its really not that easy to do. Most of my mom’s life was dedicated to us and her work. She didn’t stay long at home because she’d rather do the laundry in the office than waste the electricity at home or let us do our own laundry. The best I could do was cook her a good meal and there were times that I failed even at that. It was so much easier to pretend that she was just in the office rather than remember her dying.

But acceptance must happen and that’s, well that’s still happening. I try my best every time not to feel like I’ve lost everything again. It’s really not a good place to be in. And so every day I thrive to live my life the best way that I can. I’m done wasting my life in misery. I’m done chasing dreams of others. I’m done wondering what if I ended up with the first guy I ever thought would make me feel happy. I’m done making excuses, excuses that would make me leave my job. I’m done spending my money on nonsensical things. I’ve realised that time is essential. My time can no longer be spent on moments that would ruin my life. Decisions can be carefully thought of. And this happy face I’ve built on my face my whole life? Its no longer fake. I smile all the time because I know that even after everything I’ve been through, there’s always something good that can happen. I just have to have a little faith and work on it. As hard as I can. People can come and go, loved ones may come as easily as they go, bridges will burn as easy as they can be built. But people don’t just burn bridges that easy.

Thank you for reading this little piece about myself. I’ve been through a lot and I’m sure you have, too. Just don’t worry too much. Well, worry and then think about what else you could do better. I’m sure there’s this force somewhere that’ll help you figure things out. It always does.

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A World of Wander

First times will always be the best.

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I’ve been out of my couch lately and I’ve set aside a couple of films to catch up on other aspects of my life. Though I will forever be indebted to film, and will still find myself wanting for more time, recently I’ve caught up on the latest trends on television and music.

I attended my very first real concert. Finally. And the experience is far more overwhelming. At the cost of 3,099php, I found myself wandering along with fellow wanderers KC, an officemate; Nico, my long lost brother from another mother whom I knew since we were ten; his former officemate Jan who apparently looks ten years younger than her real age (this ain’t a sponsored comment). We all basked in the sunlight, clad in our shortest shorts and the coolest (breathing in and out) outfits along with other diverse fellows who came there to enjoy the hippie soulful spirit.
I never got to see the first three acts but I heard they were good. I may bore you with other feelings and thoughts I had during the festival ’cause I can tell you now that I remember every bit. So, I’ve compiled ten things about this year’s Wanderland Music Festival.

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10. Tis the spirit of Summer
Shortest of all shorts, see through blouses, flipflops, smoltering heat, and sandos and breathy outfits clad in both women AND men. Booths like Jamba Juice that catered refreshing drinks to complete the essence of summer. The weather was perfect in a way. Many didn’t seem to mind how hot it was (let me remind you that the festivities began at 12 noon). Some who did made every effort to hide from the sun (ahem me and my friend did). But this kind of weather gave everyone the excuse of wearing anything you want but a coat.

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9. There’s nothing as majestic as clowns and a carousel ride.
You can’t find a music festival that has clowns and a carousel ride and booths around the corner like what was offered in Wanderland. And yes, there were clowns in stilts too. Although it was a bit sad when the Ferris wheel we expected downsized to a three feet Ferris wheel stuck on a wall of some booze drinking booth.

8. The water is Golden.
The Filipino expression is “ang tubig nila ay ginto”. Get it? If you still don’t get it, the cost of a bottled water the size of a Coke Sakto [read: the smallest bottle of Coke you can buy at six pesos] is at 50 pesos. Quenched my thirst for only a couple of minutes and although I wanted to get more, I kind of wanted to save it for later when I got even more thirsty. And when I said earlier that the weather was immensely hot, you’d expect a back up of thirst quenching water around. Not a hundred peso fruit shake or ice cream or booze to be worth more drinking. Stock water or “baong tubig” not allowed. It was amazing how some people stayed hydrated. I understand if it was to prevent people throwing bottles at bands they hated (which didn’t seem to exist) or so they can help out their sponsors (the bottle company was never heard of), but it definitely wasn’t green. There were loads of empty bottled water scattered everywhere. What a waste of money, right?

7. The Booze
Although I never got to play on the Margarita pong, the fact that there was excited my, ahem, drinking fantasies. I didn’t want to play because it costs a bit and I didn’t want to risk losing. The drinks available for purchase was the regular San Miguel light beer which was like water to me (thus me mentioning “I’ll save my thirst for later”) at 50 pesos which later was at a buy one take one sale. Not bad.

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6. The Fashion
My friends and I went as simple as we could. She was quipped with the latest hipster vibe with her DMs on and a cool salmon colored blouse that complimented her fair skin while I wore a pink knitted blouse and boots from Forever21. Her friend wore the shortest of shorts and a sando with a tank top underneath.
The usual hippie setting trend of this year was still yesteryear’s (literally) hippest trend: the flower band. Also, men in Sandos, men in curly wigs, models and actors and music enthusiasts were in their best garb. Even the musicians! I love the violinist from Woody Pitney’s band who wore a simple white with rose prints tube dress and boots. Very country! Plus there were garbs from Timex and River Island available for purchase.

5. The booths!!!
You have McDonald’s on one side, a beer and water station, Jamba Juice for healthy refreshments, some other fancy booths like River Island whose booth was probably the most photographed. And since they sponsored the event, tickets were given away for a 500peso discount on a single purchase at any River Island branch. Oh and by the way, they’ve got their own stocks ready for view and purchase at the festival. There was also the Timex booth, Globe (whose walking charging stations served great purpose for my phone), among others.

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4. Art Candies and the Crowd
Several displays that were all over the center isle were made of Candy. You read it damn right. And no I didn’t grab a piece.
Come afternoon some guest artists began painting walls and walls or art which was free for everyone to ponder upon and take pictures upon. Cool.

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3. The weather was perfect
It was soo hot that most of us had a feeling that the Water Cycle would begin to take effect. But alas, the weather played along just right! Although yes many would complain about Manila weather as just scorching enough to make everyone who went go tan, we were advised enough to bring our own mats to sit upon the grass (I brought my blankie, which fit six people and is three times bigger than me) and bring sunscreen and an umbrella to avoid the sun’s harmful rays. It drizzled a bit when Londoner Lucy Rose sang but everyone just went along her gray and pink colored songs and even loved her more when she asked “is it raining? I’m used to the rain. I’m from London. You guys are great.”

2. F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

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I’m sorry Queen if I let you go to The Killers concert alone. This was fun especially with the company of friends you can sing along the songs with, drink beer with, who’ll save you a spot to sit on, and who’ll actually take a video of you dancing to Architecture in Helsinki’s Escapee.

I also stumbled upon Queen’s officemates Lalai and Jen. This event is the ONLY time I will be using a mono pod. It was fun though, especially when I set it on a ten-second timer (because I was afraid two seconds was too fast) and we all panicked this way.

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I also met up with my co- Shoutboxers, a group of people devoted to this local radio station called Jam 88.3. The Philippines’ finest alternative rock radio station.
They were just chillin when I came up to them.

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And lastly, the real reason I came for and was willing to spend three thousand bucks for.

1. The Bands
Chocolate Grass, Brisom and Techy Romantics and The Ransom Collective are just a few of many uprising indie artists striving to make a name for themselves in the local music industry although they’ve already got a number of fans here. I got to watch The Ransom Collective and I loved that they mixed folk and pop and excellent lyrical compositions.

Woody Pitney’s country inspired songs jived with the afternoon weather. And yes, Woody Pitney is hot.

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Franco’s rasta sound will always, always remind me of trips to Baler. Okay, that means a trip to the beach to surf and smoke man. Since it was prohibited to smoke in the crowd (although I got to snuck for one by the side of the restroom), he just had to say “parang ang sarap mag smoke no?”

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And then came Lucy Rose.
‘Shiver’ would have to be the most LSSd song from her line-up that stuck me the most. Lines like “Now I shiver like I used to/ And I’m leaving just for you/ And I shiver like I used to, just for you..” Her cold, smooth voice mixed with a gifted knack at playing the guitar and piano, no wonder the crowd has been excited to see her play. Plus, she gives Taylor Swift a run for her money just by coping Lucy’s look which by the way was ethereal but very simple.

(More to come about other bands and the continuation of this article. Good night for now)

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The 500 Film Challenge, Year 3

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I am trying to be assertive and to assert myself this year, I will not apologize to anyone.

I was kidding. Although being assertive doesn’t sound that bad for me either.
I know, I know every year not only do I launch the challenge in a more gregarious way than the year before, and at the same time I always owe you (whoever you are reading this now) an apology for not keeping up with the Movie Experiences. I will do my best to post them here.

If you’re interested, sign up here:

The 500 Film Challenge Year 3

The challenge is simple: watch 500 films for a year, document the film experiences through a blog or through whatever creative way you can express yourself. Make sure to register on the link above so I can keep track of this year’s contenders.

2013 was indeed a great year for box office firsts like Gravity (Cuaron) where CGI was accepted by many since it was backed up by a great story. This too was a great year for Filipino films. It was ended by a controversial fit against My Little Bossings, a film created only for the purpose of profit. This was met by critics and non-critics alike and for once, the number of “fanboys/girls” went into a confusion for seeing something they always seen every year. The MMFF was, to me, a success. I have never seen local theatres be jam-packed with not just kids but adults who were audiences to not action films like Boy Golden, and for the first time we found a fantasy-ish film that made sense and made us laugh hard like Kimmy Dora 3.

And so this year, I am excited to watch whatever our budding filmmakers (whether locally or foreign) have in store for us. I’ve already begun my list for this year’s challenge. As for last year’s results, I’ll keep you posted on how mine and the other contenders made it.
Whether you’re a Cinephile or not, it doesn’t really need to be a lengthy review. You’re welcome to join.

Here’s to yet another year of wonderful movies.

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2013 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,500 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 42 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

 

Dear Underthefiretree visitors,

When I started this blog, everyone was looking forward to posting about their day, about their crushes, and about food, wine, music, and films. I tried posting about those topics, except for my day which would never be accurate whenever I try to post something here. I think I posted something about an intoxicating event so the wine thing’s been covered. I’ve posted something about a lost love, for my mother and for that person I thought would be — something (which thankfully didn’t so I’m really thankful for that. Otherwise I wouldn’t be so happy right now). I’ve also posted something about food, I think, and of course my love for films.

2013 was a quite a year to look forward to as we’ve had several contenders for the annual 500 Film Challenge. From Targod to TheQueen, we even had an offer to raise the stakes by letting the winning contender bag a price for this year. So far the offer was to let the winner win a bridge camera. Another says a free movie poster from a film director. What do you think?

We’re still gonna push through for this year’s challenge. I’ll be posting soon for updates on our Year 2 challengers.

I’d like to thank you, fellow blogger and reader from another country (or from within) for visiting this site. I hope to share more stories about film, myself, my cat and dogs, people in restaurants, and anything under the fire tree.

I’d like to apologize for not being able to post more here. If you’re eager enough to know how many posts I’ve made in 2013 and the year before, you may click on the link above. I think I’ve managed to post the same amount of posts for 2012 and 2013. It’s purely a coincidence and I find it a bit amazing too. But I will try my bestest to keep up with my posts. I’ve been given a tip to use IMDb as well to post my everyday viewings in there. Since I keep loosing my sources for my 500 list (my phone, my journal, my laptop crashing..). But thank you for reading. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I think I’ve said a lot. I’ll go back to eating chicken for lunch. Happy new year folks, and a pleasant day to you. 🙂

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Things to do before 2013 ends

1.) Watch CinemaOne Originals, and the rest of the other film festivals.

– it’s no one’s fault, but the delay of accomplishing this year’s 500 film challenge has got to do with the fact that you’ve lost the excel file where 300 of the films you’ve seen this year are listed. It’s no one’s fault and so I’d like to put the blame on myself instead. And so before the year ends, I’d like to catch up on the remainder of my list by attending this year’s CinemaOne Originals.

2.) Remember that you’re already twenty-three.

– unlike other twenty-three year olds, I’ve just decided on what to take up for college. But keeping in mind I’ll be twenty-four. Six years from next year I’ll be thirty. Yikes. Did I gave it my all? Never be afraid to take up on a new challenge (no breakfast prepared? take a walk and for sure a nearby shake stand is ready to whip up a healthy breakfast for you.), take risks and do whatever it takes to conquer your fears. Yes, that number one fear is..

Yes. I only got two on my list. Shit.

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This Post isn’t Super Awesome

Caution: This post allows a few personal notions about myself that I’ve been trying best not to divulge ever since I’ve setup this website. If you may have read a few of my posts and have seen any info that’s surely gonna make you walk up to me and say “Hey, I’ve seen your cat.How is Scared? Is he dead?” or “Hey, aren’t you that folk that likes to write briefly about movies? Are you scared to post something risky?” or something like “Why the hell would you post a photo of yourself just so you could find yourself on google?” then I won’t say I’m sorryyou read that but I do apologize if I have wasted your time. Especially on a title as ridiculous as “I eWante You Zoo Bade”.. or something like that. Don’t expect too much awesomeness.

It’s been a looong long time  since I’ve had a bender. The longest I’ve had was three and a half days.The most recent one I had gone like this:

Day One: Tuesday, Ordinary Funky Day

I had a drink with my sister and our other sister just because we wanted to. We suddenly had the urge to watch The Killer’s Royal Albert Hall concert on DVD and just drink,drink, drink.

And so we did drink,drink,drink. Ate, ate,ate,ate. Danced,danced,danced,danced. And smoked, smoked, smoked. After that DVD, we switched to a more mellow pace by watching I Girasolli (Sunflower, Vittorio de Sica), a dramatic film starring Marcelino Mastroianni and Sophia Loren as husband and wife separated by the war and end up losing that certainty of the future due to an unexpected twist of fate. The film is known in local filipino cinema to be the basis for that Richard Gomez and Dawn Zulueta flick in the 90s. Loren’s epic faith in finding her husband who was lost in the war only to have completely lost him in the end (I know, I know.. confusing. You’ll get this if you watch this flick..)th

 

By this time mysister had gone to sleep since she still had work to do by the evening. We’ve finished a bottle of tequila and gin, (and a few cigarettes, sorry) and moved on to the next film. Pedro Almodovar’s Hable con Ella (Talk to Her), about two men and their women, both in a coma. I was moved when I first saw the film, what more with heightened senses, the first scene in which Benigno Martin and Marco Zuluaga both seating next to each other in a theater as they watch a dance recital in which two women are blind and aided by the music and a man that keeps them from hitting the scattered chairs onstage. Both strangers to each other, Benigno notices Marco cry and wonders how the recital has some sort of effect on the guy. A must watch for mothers and sisters who are hopelessly romantic and are in need of something poetically brilliant, from the master of female empowered films.escenas-hable-con-ella-2002

My sister woke up and we pretended to be drunk. This is when my body suddenly betrays me and does things I try NOT to do. Vision suddenly spins as fast as a television screen on V-Hold.

To cut the story short, I ended up having two burns: one on the left hand and one on my wrist. All incurred non-violently. Sister thought I was an ashtray and I suddenly lost my sense of pain and burnt my finger with newly cooked soup. Had the best sleep on Wednesday.

I went on to drink again on Sunday. And on Monday.

I do have updates on my current project though. I’m still on 100+ films. I sigh a lot when I see my list. I won’t disappoint myself this time though. I’ll finish the list this year. Period.

If you do have any comments or suggestions on what to give the winning challenger this year, let me know.

Tonight’s watchlist: Grotesque (Gorotesuku, 2009), and The Naked City (1948). I’m currently reading Anatomy of Film. And that flimsy book called Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana.

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Wish me luck.