Saturday specials: film festivals

It’s Festival de Cannes season once again! Incredible that this year is already it’s 71st edition! While I’m yet to make a list of the Festival films I like this year (Spy Gone North though is in), I’m nonetheless floored to see a more artistically mature and confident Kristen Stewart in the jury toeing it with the ageless Cate Blanchett. How do they do it, these accomplished women-artists?

via @festivaldecannes

And just as importantly how could we here not have thought of open air film screening during film festivals – thus inviting more to watch – as is the set up at Cannes’ Cinema de la Plage where screenings are held nightly under the stars?

Cinema de la Plage

via @festivaldecanned

Locating the Festival in Cannes promotes the French Riviera, the place, it’s people, and culture while lending the place that unique kind of excitement, glitz, and glamour only artists from filmdom could. The place, as a result, has become an institution. Borrowing that concept, why don’t film festival organizers here also take advantage of the country’s tropical island weather, marine resorts, and plethora of gastronomic offerings in place of the rather passive and humdrum celebrity-focused motorcade around town and mall-based film screening?

Why is the Manila Film Festival held in December when it’s not resort season? Or should I say why Manila when we have 7,100 islands? Is it only just business, that is, the fact that there more people in Metro Manila who could pay their way to the movies especially in December? But, if that’s the case, how sad!

Let us go back to the why of film festivals- what are they for? To put out there commercially-viable patok sa takilya movies? No. The festivals are not the venue to launch these type of films. Film festival kind of films are, to borrow from the fashion world, the haute couture to the street or ready to wear.

Following this, one could therefore have films by filmmakers in Ilocandia rendered in the Ilocano dialect, or by Moro filmmakers rendered in Maranao. In such a diversity-friendly setting, imagine the richness of the stories and artistry that film audiences of different ages and inclinations have access to? That’s what film festivals are.

Make art quote by andy warhol

I don’t believe money is an impediment to it’s achievement rather it’s the lack of organization and marketing-savvy champions within the industry. If money is the issue, many cash-strapped filmmakers in other countries with stricter regulations wouldn’t have been able to see their stories on film.

How to get potential funders to bankroll a Kidlat Tahimik type of film? is a skill that seems to be the least applied in the industry. Otherwise, we’d have seen more “films for art’s sake” (oft-quoted by local celebrities when what they really mean is films that have nudity or explicit scenes, reasoning that foretells what these celebrities make of their audiences). The current situation in the Philippine film industry, in it’s film festivals, is one that business people would cringe at– it’s a house full of talent lacking strategic vision.


Throwback Thursday: real as K-drama fiction goes

I discovered the K-drama My Father is Strange while in Mindanao during martial law. I’d been scanning the news for the next big K-drama hit – Bride of the Water God which I’d been following had concluded – and reviews pointed toward Father is Strange. I checked the K-drama series on the Viu app and wasn’t even halfway into the first episode when I already liked it. Firstly, because of Kim Hae Sook, whose Hitler-ish character as training manager of Hotel Ciel in the K-drama series Hotel King that starred my favorites Lee Dong Wook and Lee Da Hae was a novelty, who played the sacrificing mother in this series. Secondly, for a scene in the first episode in which the siblings, the two elder sisters, had this epic hair pulling fight (Filipino drama fight scenes have yet to top this, I think).

In the scene, the younger sister had taken her older sister’s Prada bag on the sly. She had gone on a night out with friends and had decided the bag would perfectly complete her outfit.

Well, the older sister, a fashion-savvy lawyer, walking home late from work, happened to pass by the very spot her sister and her friends were and saw her treasured bag. Her stance by the window looking in is obviously that of an enraged tigress but contained nonetheless being the sophisticated career woman she is. Hell would have to break loose first before she’d let her her sister’s friends see her morph into a she-raging monster.

Instead, she went on home where rummaging through her sister’d wardrobe found her sister’s favorite dress. She calmly took it down and promptly ruined it in the shower. The younger sister, knowing her older sister and so going home earlier than what she’d planned with her friends, is devastated.

She ran after her older sister and pulled her hair. That started the fight. Their two other siblings tried stopping them but to no avail. Hair got pulled this way and that, bodies entangled here and there, and falling on the floor they rolled and fought some more.

They only stopped when their parents came home, too shocked at the scene before them, who had to shout at them to stop. A Korean-style lecturing was launched afterward.

Their parents asked for explanation especially from their eldest, the lawyer, to which she replied “I’ve told her several times not to get my things without asking me first but she gets them all the time anyway!”

I laughed so long at this scene that my stomach hurt, and loud that I feared my neighbors thought I finally went batshit crazy living by myself in the midst of a security crisis.

I could laugh at it then an outsider watching the fight scene but of course not when you’re the one in it. I’d been in a similar situation in fact. It was also with my sister about her using my things on the sly especially those with “sentimental value”. This despite frequent reminders that she tell me ahead at the very least. The nth time my reminder fell on deaf ears, I lost it. I’d been bottling up my irritation and frustration (what’s so difficult asking me? hell, if she wanted something so much I’d give it to her) for the sake of peace among us but I guess we all have a limit. I confronted her, storming into her room and unleashed all my pent-up anger at her, verbally, and then, walked out. I’d been up the stairs not a few steps when she came onto me from behind. To cut the story short, we ended up in a sort of wrestling match hair pulling included, the play room floor our ringside. Surveying myself after I saw on my thigh a huge horrible-looking bruise and also gradually became aware of body aches all over. My sister’s younger, taller, and more physically constituted than I. I remember the first sober thought that crossed my mind immediately after our brawl (apart from worrying how I’d be able to walk straight in the workplace the next day) was, holy shit, if this is what it takes to be a zillionaire, I’d never aspire to become a boxer or a wrestler, ever!

In Father is Strange the scene ended with all the siblings being grounded- going without dinner and sitting it out in the cold night air to reflect for as long as it takes them about what they did. The two elder sisters bickered at first but somehow patched up eventually with the help of their two younger siblings. The parents sneaking in on them afterward saw this and were happy to see it. Everybody’s happy once again.

In my case, my sister and I haven’t reconciled. My sister wants me to apologize to her and I want her to apologize to me. If I’m pig-headed in these instances she is even more so. And nobody is helping mediate us back together. This is the part that’s not exactly material for laughs.

In Mindanao then I only got to episode seven of the series and only resumed watching recently. I came by it as I was organizing almost-forgotten documents still in shipping boxes.

Fifty Shades of Grey Darker

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Erotic not kinky, it’s the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.

– Terry Pratchett

Finally here is the second film installment of our favorite book, Fifty Shades of Grey Darker which contains most of the story’s BDSM scenes. Adapting that to film without turning the whole thing into porn mush must’ve been quite the challenge for the team behind the camera.

Even then news has it that hardly anybody’s “moved or aroused” and it was Lego Batman that took the lead on opening week in the US! Something’s really off when not even Kim Bassinger (beautiful and youthful still at 63) as Mrs. Robinson couldn’t lure more people into the theatres.

Maybe it’s the wait time. The first film was much anticipated, a hit in 2015, which raked in $560M from around the world. But then much has happened since. Greater and more shocking events than Grey and his red room games have shaken and rocked the world. Trump the real billionaire has usurped Grey the storybook billionaire. Coming into 2017, people are exhausted and like overworked stay-at-home wives simply can’t work up at the snap of a finger enough blood supply to that part of their anatomy (though Trump has nothing to do with global drop in libido whatsoever, this statement being fake). And Lego Batman, a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of guy, had come in at the right time. Timing, is that what’s it called?

Nonetheless, I’ll include this second installment in my list to watch (for private viewing, that is, as I couldn’t imagine myself able to focus on the scenes with 100 others).

ThrowbackThursday: the little drummer girl

the little drummer girl john le carre

Recent headlines of two women agents tagged as the killers of Kim Jong-nam, half brother to the North Korea leader, bring to mind John Le Carre’s classic, The Little Drummer Girl.

History shows women have been as involved as men in the business of spying so the issue isn’t gender, but rather why and how women thought to be life nurturers and caregivers got involved at all. Le Carre’s book explores this theme.

I’ve read the book, intricate plot and longish at 500 pages, three times. It’s my second favorite of Le Carre’s after The Night Manager. The book, apart from The Constant Gardener, is I think the only one of the author’s that puts a woman as the central figure.

The story opens with a bombing in Germany at an Israeli diplomat’s house, where the diplomat, his wife and his young son are all killed. An Israeli investigation into the bombing points to a terrorist known as Khalil. Khalil has a brother, Michel, who is known to be a a playboy. He recruits young women to deliver his bombs for him. The Israeli intelligence service decides to plant an attractive female agent into this organization in the hopes that she will lead them all the way up to Khalil. Since a Jewish girl would be unlikely to succeed, they decide to recruit an outsider, choosing Charlie as their agent because of her acting ability and because of her political background, which lends her credence. To bring Charlie around to their side, they send in Joseph, an experienced agent, to romance her, hoping her feelings for him will make her sympathetic towards their cause.

Charlie is a young girl from a middle class background, working as an actress on the fringe of the theater world. She’s insecure, lying about her past to make her life sound more traumatic, and flirting with leftist political causes, but more for the bohemian air she believes this gives her than because she truly believes in anything. She sleeps around with many men and her current boyfriend, when the book begins, abuses her physically and emotionally. This is in many ways, her coming-of-age story.

Actors, acting and spycraft’s variety of guises, secret identities and motives are used to create a remarkably rich and impressive sense of irony, as lie is built upon lie, matching an actor’s craft with that used by an agent to create a false identity.

In the overall scheme of things, world peace and national security, the message of the book is not to say who’s wrong or right, rather:

When the book was published in 1983, it reportedly offended both Israelis and Palestinians. Both sides felt that they were shown in a bad light. What Le Carre did in the book, and to a lesser extent in the movie, is what he has always been so good at, which is showing things in shades of grey. In truth he shows neither side as being evil, but shows both of them doing evil, or at least immoral things in the name of their beliefs and causes.

The book was adapted into film, in 1984, with Diane Keaton as Charlie. It looks like it opened to not-so-warm reviews, one of which was of a thirtyish Keaton said to have been miscast for her character who is according to the book in her early 20s. I have yet to watch the movie though. I’m putting it in my list.

Movies and TV dramas to watch this year


Last year, I was able to watch only five movies and two TV dramas. Not bad though. There were years when I hadn’t been able to watch anything at all. This year, my work schedule permiting, I’ve lined up the following initial list to watch:

  1. Oro (‘Gold’ in English) is an independent film by award-winning Filipino director Alvin Yapan, based on true events about a small-scale gold miner (Elmer) who finally decides to establish a life of his own separate from Kapitana (village chief) his employer and benefactor. Elmer’s plan is disrupted with the arrival of an armed group, Patrol Kalikasan, who call themselves environmentalists. This turn of events finds Elmer and other small miners in the village turning to Kapitana who tries to secure a work permit in order to protect her employees from harassment by the armed group. Meanwhile the group settles down in the village with the plan to take over operations of the mines. The controversy over the alleged dog killing during filming however which caused the movie to be temporarily taken off cinemas and stripped off it’s FPJ Memorial Award has taken the spotlight away from the compelling story.   
  2. Die Beautiful. Another Filipino independent film, by Jun Robles Lana, about Patrick whose homosexuality is the reason his father eventually disowns him. Transforming into Tricia, he wins the title of Ms. Gay Philippines. His stint is short-lived however as he suddenly dies of brain aneurysm. Everyday during her wake, his make-up artist best friend works on his corpse transforming it to look like various Hollywood and Filipino celebrities to the great amusement of visiting family members, friends and guests. Patrick/Tricia is played by Paolo Ballesteros well-known co-host in the country’s longest-running noontime variety show Eat Bulaga! He won the Best Actor award at the 29th Tokyo International Film Festival for his role as Patrick/Tricia. He also recently gained international acclaim for his unbelievable transformations with the use of make up into well-known celebrities. I am a fan of his ability! A great grandson of national artist Fernando Amorsolo one of Philippine’s greatest painters, Paolo Ballesteros is finally digging deep into his heritage.
  3. Saimdang: Light’s Diary. These days, TV is the new cinema. A good thing because compelling stories, beautiful cinematography, and astounding effects are now accessible every day right in the comfort of our living rooms or even bedrooms. I know of a bank executive who has two TVs inside the bedroom- one for herself and the other, her husband’s. They each have different TV viewing preferences and habits and neither wanted to give these up. Acquiring another TV was the most rational solution. In this case, I agree. Ha ha!  Anyway. Thanks to a positive first experience of South Korean drama (My Girl), I have now started to consciously choose shows from there. Like Saimdang, also since I love history. Shin Saimdang, according to an article at Korea Times, is the country’s wise mother icon at the same time artist, writer, calligrapher, and poet during the Joseon Kingdom. A woman ahead of her time. The drama plot begins with art history lecturer Ji Yoon discovering the diary of historical figure Shin Saimdang, and thereon “unravel(s) the secret behind a historical painting and unearths the unbelievable truth behind one of history’s biggest mysteries.” It’s not everyday that stories of Asian women who contributed to their countries’ histories are widely broadcasted through this platform. 
  4. Goblin: The Lonely and Great God. Local Kdrama fans have been raving about this show. Goblin, though? In Filipino folklore, goblin is duwende whose dwelling place, mole hill or at least that’s what it looks like, our grandparents warned us from disturbing if we didn’t want bad things happening to us ie. warts or itchy skin. (I once defied my grandmother’s warning and kicked the mound at the foot of the caimito (star apple) tree in my grandparents’ frontyard. Just to see. What does a goblin look like? An army of big fat fiery red ants came out at me. I recall running off like the devil itself was at my back.) Curious if Goblin is anything close to my fiery “duwendes“, I read up about the drama online. Synopses I read essentially say ” a supernatural love story between a Goblin who wants to end his immortality by finding himself a human bride and while at it makes friends with a Grim Reaper.” Twilight with a death wish? I recently went on Youtube to know more and tried episode 15 which had just finished showing then. I recognized at once Gong Yoo from Train To Busan which was received well here and Lee Dong Wook from My Girl! Their characters, Goblin and Grim Reaper, make an interesting study especially that it may have been the first time that the grim reaper character is explored in length on screen. Normally, it’s grim reaper=angel of death. End of story. But not this grim reaper apparently, who makes friends with humans, feels deep sorrow over a love that could’ve gone better, and so dreams for himself a better job and happier ending. A vulnerable grim reaper. That accessibility alongside power is why he has become popular with humans, I guess. It was how vampires suddenly became quite the steal. I also thought the lines clever, alight with subtle humor, and right on spot. I laughed when the Grim Reaper urges the Goblin to return the Mummy, one of several portals the Goblin has been using to enter/exit countries he was touring, because otherwise “it might cause an international dispute.” The installation of a comfort woman statue in front of the Japanese embassies in Busan and Seoul which recently opened age-old wounds between South Korea and Japan flashed across my mind. And for non-believers of predestination and reincarnation, this story will show in a lovely way how these concepts work. I will definitely take time to properly watch this drama.
  5. The Blacklist. This is the only long running TV drama that I continue to watch. Liz Keene is back. The show’s now on season four which goes to show the story’s amazing.
  6. Sherlock.  The famous detective is portrayed anew in this BBC series. Cumberbatch as Sherlock is riveting and otherworldly which is nearer to my imagination of the iconic detective.
  7. Jackie. Years after the demise of the former First Lady, the world is still keen on who she really was. But just as I won’t ever tire of re-makes on the life and person of Princess Diana, so with the former US First Lady’s. The movie review on Variety says, “it’s Noah Oppenheim’s remarkable screenplay, not drawn from any credited sources, that takes the most startling liberties with Jackie’s fiercely guarded privacy. Even at her most emotionally riven, she’s portrayed here as a woman in canny control of her identity, switching between different masks for press, public, and associates, and wearing none only when truly alone.” I’d like to see that interpretation come alive on screen. And Natalie Portman who I admire as an actor is superb for the role.
  8. The Handmaiden is an internationally-acclaimed and winning film by South Korean Park Chan-wook, which Variety describes as “a bodice-ripper” about “a pickpocket who poses as a maid to swindle a sequestered heiress” and “boasting more tangled plots and bodies than an octopus has tentacles.” My curiousity is piqued.
  9. Wonder Woman. It’s a shame the United Nations “dropped” the Marvel heroine as ambassador, after “45,000 people signed a petition protesting the selection” citing “a large-breasted white woman of impossible proportions, scantily clad in a shimmery, thigh-baring body suit with an American flag motif and knee-high boots” is not an appropriate spokeswoman for gender equity at the United Nations’. But this is the sort of justification or reasoning that marginalizes further certain groups of women already perceived as “bad”. Aren’t these perceptions, by women at that, a negation of ‘gender equality’? What do we mean when we say ‘woman’? Do we refer to just a certain class of women ie. the “good” ones? Those who cover themselves up to their necks and down to their ankles, with flattened breasts, and who never went swimming? If so, we should re-think ‘woman’ again. The ‘wonder’ in ‘woman’ is perhaps that we’re a diverse lot but at the end of the day, whether we’re prostitutes or nuns, we face common concerns and issues of our gender. Who do we turn to? It’d be a tragedy if women cannot be ‘wonder woman’ to one another. Methinks we’re (women) weirdly afraid of the wonder woman potential in each one of us ie. of “a large-breasted…woman of impossible proportions, scantily clad in a shimmery, thigh-baring body suit…and knee-high boots” who readily appeals to the opposite sex and so put a lid on it. Well, Linda Carter was my childhood heroine so I’m going.
  10. La La Land. Who knew Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone would make an award-winning pair on screen? The musical is a breath of fresh air (just as Donald Trump was to American voters!) after years of the same franchise and rehashed storylines. It’s why TV’s High School Musical was such a hit. Moviegoers haven’t seen a good musical in quite a while.
  11. Your Name. This is a Japanese anime box-office hit by Makoto Shinkai who’s touted as up and coming Miyazaki, about “high schoolers Mitsuha and Taki who are complete strangers living separate lives. But one night, they suddenly switch places. Mitsuha wakes up in Taki’s body, and he in hers. This bizarre occurrence continues to happen randomly, and the two must adjust their lives around each other. Yet, somehow, it works. They build a connection and communicate by leaving notes, messages, and more importantly, an imprint. When a dazzling comet lights up the night’s sky, it dawns on them. They want something more from this connection—a chance to meet, an opportunity to truly know each other. Tugging at the string of fate, they try to find a way to each other. But distance isn’t the only thing keeping them apart. Is their bond strong enough to face the cruel irony of time? Or is their meeting nothing more than a wish upon the stars?” This one I plan to watch with my kids, complete with flowing rainbow-colored popcorn.

There are deeper strata of truth in cinema, and there is such a thing as poetic, ecstatic truth. It is mysterious and elusive, and can be reached only through fabrication and imagination and stylization.

– Werner Herzog

Metro Manila Film Festival 2016 blunders

There are a number of events that have undermined what is otherwise a new Metro Manila Film Festival.

First, the decision of MMFF ExeCom to pull Oro out of cinemas and strip the film off it’s Fernando Poe Jr. Memorial Award because of it’s “controversial” scene of dog killing is unthinkable in modern cinema. These narrow-minded actions hurt the industry and impedes artistic genius, creativity, and representations of truths.


Apparently the Committee’s investigation and decision came after Senator Grace Poe’s reaction that Oro may have violated the country’s animal welfare law. But, who is the production company now that will actually slaughter animals, or people for that matter in order to demonstrate a point or a message? I believe many Filipinos have seen Winter’s Bone in which Jennifer Law’s character, Ree Dolly, guts a squirrel. Did the production team actually went hunting for the animal to have it killed by the actress? Would the actress actually skin an animal? Does an actor actually rape another actor in order to tell the story? Do actors actually get stoned when acting out drug sessions? As what Oro producers maintain, they’re neither dumb nor crazy.

This Padre Damaoisic judgment of film is exactly what happens when politics that can’t solve it’s own problems overextends itself into the creative industry. Bad or dirty is perceived where there’s none. This is also why, in the region, South Korea and India have overtaken this country in the production of world class film and TV drama.

I don’t believe the Senator’s late father, the well-loved actor FPJ for whom the Memorial Award is named, himself toting and firing guns like the devil not because he loves killing but it’s for his Wild West-type characters, would’ve approved Poe’s statement. The Senator, if she’s at all mindful of possibly unjust publicity for Oro could’ve looked quietly into the veracity of her claim first. But, again, hers is a moot claim. When did acting during filming become real?

One of the first surprises in the new year is the President’s appointment of singer-turned-blogger Mocha Uson (who has received much flak for having campaigned for the President) to the Movie and Television Review and Classification Board (MTRCB). If only to inject out-of-the-box thinking into the Board which is also known for it’s medieval views of film, then, good!

Second, limited provincial screenings. I couldn’t believe that Baguio City, a university town, has not screened. Did MMFF think there’s only the SM cinema house? On the other hand, SM the only big-capacity cinema in town where you can watch in comfort and peace and not be distracted at whether or not the air you’re breathing in is chemical-laden, or cockroaches and rats are playing about your feet did not screen perhaps because of an anticipated low turnout. But, to be fair, government or the film festival’s committee cannot just compel businesses to host these events without offering mutually beneficial terms that are agreed upon in advance. SM after all is not put up as a charitable or cultural organization. In any case, the poor management of Festival events in the provinces mirrors the woeful state of arts outside of the Metro even in cities such as Baguio which claims it is home to artists and the Cordillera culture.

Third, timing. Holding of the Festival during the Christmas and New Year holidays is counterproductive. At this time, people are hosting and attending parties, brooding over gifts, preparing food, and getting frazzled from all that activity. Going to the cinema especially for festival type films is far from their minds unless there’s compelling reason to do so. And, truthfully, merely telling people to “go out and support Philippine cinema” is not enough a motivation.

In Baguio City, if the Hotel and Restaurant Association of Baguio (HRAB) perhaps in behalf of the City could organize attendance of artists ala red carpet style and promotional interactions with the public eg. sit-down autograph signing, and bring in sponsors to do flowing champagne on New Year’s eve screenings – because why not? – then people have reason to step out of their houses. F-e-s-t-i-v-a-l, you know?

Organization of MMFF in past years has defined how film festival is understood that is in the literal sense- festival as in many. Numerous films and nothing else although why expect more when it’s the Metro Manila film festival?

Fourth, when did festival type films align with blockbusters? So then media need to stop putting out reports of “box office updates of highest grossing films” during the MMFFs. Festival type films are intended to showcase the art and methods of storytelling and to sensitize viewers to that art form. Think of Salvador Dali’s art. Imagine the conversations to be had about one. If Filipino film goers could cultivate that sensitivity, it could then be said we are advancing in culture. We don’t have to go to Paris or New York to talk or learn about advanced filmmaking. We create those right here.

Change in mindsets about film festivals particulary the MMFF is needed. That change has to first happen in government relative to it’s role as regulator and promoter, the film industry’s institutions as protector and facilitator, and media as shaper of viewer’s minds and tastes. But we have to do it quickly. It’s already the 21st century.

Kdrama initiation

I’ve been exploring the new Viu app- it’s truly all Korean stuff. Kdrama, a dizzying array of it, as well as Klifestyle features. Nothing in the drama section was familiar to me. When you say Korean, I say Samsung because my gadgets are which is more a conscious effort on my part to buy from within the region. Kcosmetics I know as well, of course. Who’s the gal into make-up that doesn’t? And, oh, ESL, because they’re here mostly for that. And, don’t forget, Kfood- bibimbap, kimchi which are staples on my table. Come to think of it, I’m pretty K loaded!

My familiarity of Korean doesn’t extend to the country’s entertainment and creative industry though. But, wait. I did know F4 if that’s at all related. From when the band toured here and Filipinos went totally insane (I believe that’s about when the KPop wave also came to stay for good here). Me, I went gaga over Wonder Girls’ upbeat Nobody. I remember that I worked from our office library (nobody went in there to actually read) just so I could shut the door and wallow in the song in the background. One afternoon, the Director found me there. I thought he looked a bit jangled but also bemused. His image of me didn’t quite match with that me. And, yes, Gangnam Style by the artist Psy- for a while there, it rivalled the national anthem as the most played music during school programs here. Beyond these, I draw a blank.

In Viu, I tapped on a show at random just to see how it plays in the app. And, surprise, sutprise, I didn’t want to stop until after the final episode! Ha!

My Girl has a straightforward story line ie. it didn’t try to get more and more people and histories in in an attempt to make it sophisticated, which I like. The reason I can’t sustain my attention for TV drama is because unlike movies in which I’m able to know the beginning and end in one sitting, TV plots branch out into intricate sub-plots that could stretch into six years! I admire the imagination put into that but I simply don’t want to be entertained by the same thing that long. So anyway. Sixteen episodes of this refreshing fast-paced series went by like a breeze. I found out afterwards that the show was shown years ago- 2005. That long! I also had no inkling who the actors are only that they were right for their roles. I looked them up on the Net afterwards. I was impressed. Even blacks in the US are diggin’ into K artists! Also, the leading man who looked like a young Keanu had actually come to visit after his huge following here “petitioned” a media company to sponsor! I watched his appearance on Wowwowee- the reactions! I totally understand it though. I felt the same in my time when Menudo first toured Manila. The screaming and everything. Embarassing in retrospect but such is life. For fans. What I don’t get is paparazzi, attention to the point of making another person feel violated and fearful.

I’m sure there were plenty of reviews about the drama, and though much belated here’s mine in the form of what I’ve taken away from watching it:

  1. My girl may appear to refer to just Yoo Rin in relation to Gong Chan, but in totality, it’s also about the other girls around them- Syeo-hyun to Gong Chan, Gong Chan’s grandfather toward his granddaughter(s), Yoo Rin to Jung-woo, Gong Chan’s maiden aunt to Mr. Jang, Gong Chan’s assistant to Yoo Rin’s friend’s brother. While the story focuses on Yoo Rin’s and Gong Chan’s love story, several other love stories are happening close by. And if airports, snow, and view from the top are symbolic of the ties that bind Yoo Rin and Gong Chan, the others have their own too. These provide interesting depth and variety.

  2. True friends are worth more than any gold. Yoo Rin’s two friends stuck by her no matter what. It’s to them that she could be honest. Their friendship is her lifeline to a normal world. After them, Jung-woo is the first stranger who sees her despite her lies. Gong Chan who was not a friend at first had to go through a kind of purging in orde to see her and ironically become her most important friend.

  3. We grow to love those who we make memories with. And, it goes without saying that we cannot do this in absentia. Two years of memories were what Gong Chan and his girlfriend lost during the time she was away. And, before both are able to make up for lost time another equally irresistible being has already physically moved in and occupied a significant portion of that gap. It’s hard to fight that kind of advantage, as what Syeo-hyun learns in the end and accepts: I thought I lost to a girl named Yoo Rin but I actually lost to love. Same with Jung-woo who failing in a final bid to get to Yoo Rin admits, why can’t I see what’s in front of me? Heartbreaking both realizations, yes, but I guess that’s what it means by all’s fair in love– sometimes it’s really about who gets there at the right time first.

  4. Fifty Shades’ what is it with elevators? apparently wasn’t the first. But, joking aside, the drama’s many elevator scenes drove home the point that elevators are film-worthy sites on their own.

  5. Last but not least, the soundtracks. I love them! KPop has some similarity with Cambodia’s which I was introduced to by a shop owner in Phnom Penh from whom I bought my first mp3 player. They loaded it with their music, free of charge “because you’re Filipino”. Ah, that’s music to our ears!

The most awkward and amusing scene for me is when the girl, stealing oranges from Gong Chan’s orchard, is caught redhanded by the man himself, and before that, received payment from the same man after he drove right on and squashed some of the oranges that fell on the road. She had been selling the fruits as well as the jams she prepared from them. Homeless, she had been living in his vacation house she had broken into. She knew of the house from when Gong Chan hired her to interpret for his business partners who he took to his Jeju Island estate. There, she discovered that he has an orchard filled with ripe oranges that nobody seemed to care about. Imagine meeting your future spouse under bizarre circumstances! But there you go!

Weekend movies

Ms. Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children-Queen of the Desert-Inferno

I haven’t watched a movie for months so on the weekend I wasn’t being lazy and just lying around, my kids and I binged on these which incidentally are all adaptations of books:

Ms. Peregrine’s House for Peculiar Children. It follows the same dark but all’s-well-that-ends-well theme in Burton’s Alice, and if you approach it with the eyes of a child, the movie won’t disappoint. The backdrop of the story is this group’s loop circa 1943 which Ms. Peregrine, an Ymbryne, maintains with her ability to loop time. The Peculiars…it’s just amazing how one could conjure up these characters and actually put them out there on screen. I so like Ms. Peregrine (I’m a fan of Eva Green, from Bond), a darkly wacko version of Mary Poppins with her pipe-smoking and expression which The Guardian describes as one that looks like she’s privy to some joke she’s not sharing. Would real-world orphanages hire someone like her? But that’s just her appearance because she really is fierce (just look at her with that crossbow) when it comes to her brood. Like when the Hollows’ ie. bad Peculiars’ ring leader Barron (Samuel Jackson) has Jake (Asa Butterfield) hostage, and stepping into the House starts issuing commands to the children. Ms. Peregrine shushed him saying she makes the rules inside the House and that no one tells her children what to do. Barron looks taken aback and immediately obeys, a strange reaction from a bad guy. To his credit, this villain must’ve had a great relationship with his mother, ha ha! As for Ms. Peregrine, or should I say, Eva Green, her role is just so anti-Bond girl which is refreshing- I’m not a love interest, I just live for my children. For costume, I like Emma’s strap-on platform lead shoes (visuals here). So original! For CGI effects, I like how they made Emma float effortlessly (like a kite!) on the string held by Jake. This is one of the movies I could watch over and over without getting bored.

Queen of the Desert. I’m in great awe of Gertrude Bell, one of the first women who got into Oxford and eventually explored the deserts of the Ottoman Empire at the close of the 19th century, and so I had to watch this film. The story as reimagined by Herzog revolves around the reason Gertrude (Nicole Kidman) started on her desert expeditions. Devastated by her fiance, British military officer Henry Cadogan’s (James Franco) untimely shocking death, she vowed never to marry. This episode so changed her because next we see her, at the British military attache office in Syria, she’s this feisty don’t-give-me-shit version of herself. But it’s when Gertrude and her retinue of Arabs setting out across the desert on their camels, inconsequential against the ancient dunes and rock formations, that this woman’s famed courage and fortitude shine through the screen. Are there any one like her these days? Her travels were without it’s dangers though. They were rounded up once in the middle of the desert by Bedouins on stallions (which reminds me of a similar scene in The Sheik, one of the more interesting books I’ve read that’s also made into a film). Gertrude, bleeding from a shot to her arm, demanded to see their sheik who she was able to charm (they shared a love for Virgil) and so earned his protection for the rest of her journey through their land. The film depicts that this was how she was able to go about her archaeological digs in relative safety across the Peninsula eventually earning her great respect among the Bedouins. This is also implied in the film by the faithfulness and trustworthiness of Gertrude’s Bedouin assistant and valet who administered over the retinue that accompanied her throughout her expeditions. Their friendship if it can be called that ie. between a Muslim man and a white Christian aristocrat woman is something rarely heard about these days. A disconcerted British military attache asks her what attracts her to the Bedouins, to which she replies their freedom, dignity, and poetry of life, and high-handedly adding, which you can never understand. An unexpected meeting in the desert with a young Lawrence of Arabia (Robert Pattinson) drives home the point that she was the female version of Lawrence. It is also the only time in the film this formidable woman is seen at ease to the point of getting drunk and raucously laughing with the boys. But, deeper revelations into Gertrude the explorer and archaeologist are not the focus of the film. An ill-fated romance with a married British consul Doughty-Wylie (Damian Lewis) whom she met in her sojourn in Turkey is again woven into her desert explorations and it’s as if it’s for him that she had gone on exploration- I’ll make a diary for you. This is not the Gertrude the public knows although her letters to Doughty-Wylie reveal otherwise which is why there was I guess plenty of reactions to Herzog’s exploration of this side of her.

Inferno. For anyone who’s a Robert Langdon fan this second of Dan Brown’s mystery series is a must-see. But, funnily, for this series, it’s the eerily-calm mercenary terrorist “The Provost” Harry Sims (Irrfan Khan) who got me. When he was fixing the dead body of his victim, calmly talking to Langdon all the while- impressive, Khan has really become his character. I must say I haven’t gotten around to reading the book (I only went as far as three pages) so when the men going after Langdon shouted that they’re what sounded like ‘who’, I got momentarily lost. The most logical word would be WHO as in World Health Organization, is it? But how? I Googled it. I was correct, and a virus threat necessitated their presence. Ah. Then there’s the exchange between Langdon and Dr. Brooks (Felicity Jones) about Dante’s Inferno which I failed to see how that connects to the entire story. Was population growth reaching it’s zenith the inferno? I had to listen to Zobrist’ zealous words again just to understand. “Humanity is the disease! Inferno is the cure!” Oh, inferno as in infertility virus. Ha! Did the RH community want to see this? It’s incredible how Brown weaves history with conspiracy theories in this instance “the writing on the wall” ie. cerca trova (seek and ye shall find) inscripted on one of the flags borne by Siena troops on Vasari’s fresco depicting the Battle of Marciano. The words and the Battle are facts and an interesting one too, only that with Brown they’re utilized as actual clues to a made up puzzle. The Professor looks so grave working the thing out that it makes you do a double take- wait, was that true or what? which I guess is the humor in Dan Brown’s series.  The ending, involving an underwater battle for a wieldy blinking gadget that is the explosive that will spread the virus through air, is not what I expected though.

Latest on my fave TV shows

Gossip Girl cast via Grazia UK

The Upper East Siders have moved on but fans such as I (ha ha) love to have updates of them – of the cast – now and then. Who’s the fan that doesn’t know about Blake Lively’s marriage to Ryan Reynolds? Or, Leighton Meester to Adam Brody? Ed Westwick was the face of Penshoppe (it’s Gigi Hadid now) and visited the Philippines because of it. Kelly Rutherford (even during the series) openly campaigned for custody of both her children by her Italian ex but lost (a mother myself, I understand it’s the worst of all possible pains and I thought the actress very strong through it all). Grazia UK has more on the cast.

I’m actually a fan of these shows (and can’t for the life of me get what my friends see in Sex and The City although I’ll check out Divorce which maybe better).

My preference for the genre started with Paper Dolls in the early 80s in which I loved Terry Farrell. Her beauty does not conform to technical definitons but I thought she was the loveliest. Then Beverly Hills 90210, the original series.

In between these and before Gossip Girl, I was into legal flicks such as L.A. Law (because I loved the gorgeous lawyer pair of Michael Kuzak played by Harry Hamlin and Grace van Owen played by Susan Dey) which ran from the mid-80s to early 90s and Boston Legal (because of James Spader) which I credit to completely changing my view on the death penalty (which since then is a ‘no’).

Lessons through the Looking Glass

This sequel to Alice in Wonderland has been met with unflattering reviews, the common ones being it’s lack of narrative and emotional depth. Essentially, more form i.e. the CGI effects than substance. My kids and I loved it regardless.

Some of the themes I picked up from the story:

  1. The challenges of being a woman in a man’s world circa 1850s. A wealthy man uses his power to undermine a capable woman. This based on personal vindication i.e. after having been rejected by the woman. Mia’s character is quick to recognize this as she accuses her former suitor, “this isn’t about China…”;
  2. Childhood traumas e.g. parental rejection and sibling betrayal play a critical role in shaping the characters’ future selves. As adults, the desire and yearning for a resolution unconsciously color decisions and actions. In the case of the Red Queen the resolution she had been waiting for was simply an apology from her younger sister the White Queen. When the White Queen finally did and the Red Queen accepted it, the moment is a revelation of the truth: to forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you;
  3. Pride and it’s terrible and far-reaching consequences. The characters – Red Queen, Mad Hatter – have a falling out with their families and since then have thought the worse of them. They discovered much later this is misplaced. But not without first becoming a bit of monsters to others;
  4. Loyalty and sacrifice in friendship. How a true friend will go all the way for a friend in need.

Toward the close of the movie, Mia’s character, parting with Mad Hatter who she says she might never see again, reaffirms that “every day is a gift, every hour, every minute, every second.” Indeed.

Weekend movies: The Danish Girl

Gerda, played by Alicia Vikander (who won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for this movie), is finishing a painting of an opera singer and asks her husband, Einar, played by Eddie Redmayne, to stand in for the sitter, Anna, played by Amber Heard. Einar puts on the dress and stockings and shoes, in the process Gerda unwittingly unleashes Einar’s transformation:

Einar could concentrate only on the silk dressing his skin, as if it were a bandage. Yes, that was how it felt the first time: the silk was so fine and airy that it felt like a gauze – a balm-soaked gauze lying delicately on healing skin. Even the embarrassment of standing before his wife began to no longer matter, for she was busy painting with a foreign intensity in her face. Einar was beginning to enter a shadowy world of dreams where Anna’s dress could belong to anyone, even to him.

This is the point in the story when Einar begins his transformation into the woman, Lili Elbe.

But how far, in the name of love, would Gerda go in her marriage with Einar/Lili? While Einar’s sex change may be the obvious focus, the film, tender and emphatic in it’s rendition, is essentially about exploring with the couple what is it that makes a marriage a marriage.

The movie is an adaptation of the rather tragic story of real life Danish artist couple Gerda and Einar Wegener/Lili Elbe in the 1920s. Accordingly, Einar/Lili was among the first to go under the knife in order to complete his physical transformation into a woman.

Weekend movies: When Marnie Was There

Possibly the last from Studio Ghibli, the movie, directed by Hiromasa Yonebayashi, mirrors the Studio’s own– of coming to terms with one’s past at the same time of moving forward.

We find a young girl, Anna, the story’s central character, having an attack of asthma after she’s bullied in school. We can see why she’s singled out. She’s “different”– quiet, solitary, a sad air about her, and always on her sketchpad. At the clinic, the doctor informs Anna’s foster mother that asthma could be triggered by stressful events. Worried about their daughter’s increasing passivity – she’s not as talkative as before – her foster parents send her to the province to spend the summer with relatives, hoping that the fresh air and change of environment will cure whatever’s ailing her.

There, we behold a familiar landscape– Hayao Miyazaki‘s trademark design of nature: windswept yet harmonious, and poignant in it’s beauty. Just looking at the scenery makes me want to cry, from a place of loss my reference being my own City.

On an errand for her Aunt, Anna came to a deserted manor she immediately felt drawn to. She discovers strange things inside the place. Best of all, she got to be friends with Marnie, the spunky young girl of the manor. Marnie isn’t what she appears to be. But Anna is oblivious to that because for the first time in her life she has made a friend who like her is also desperate for one.

Fantasy and reality seamlessly fuse so that one wonders if Marnie is merely a projection borne of Anna’s desire for connection. Nonetheless, their friendship brings Anna out of her shell. But just as Anna is beginning to enjoy being friends with another, Marnie fails her in a moment of need.

Anna gets sick to the point that she undergoes a catharsis. She remembered how she came to be an orphan and how she eventually ended up with her foster parents. And in a moment of shocking revelation, she remembered who Marnie really was.

But she has not forgotten Marnie’s betrayal. As soon as she was able to, Anna went down to the manor and called Marnie out on it. Marnie finally appears, tells Anna why she left her, and asked for Anna’s forgiveness. Anna tells Marnie, of course she forgives her because she loves her.

This, and having reconciled with circumstances surrounding her real parents’ demise and her connection to the real Marnie, enabled Anna to also forgive and accept her foster parents. At the close of the movie, we see a new Anna, happy, and bonding with her adopted mother. We are assured she’ll be able to make friends when she goes back to school.

I watched the movie with my kids. My eldest daughter and I cried. My youngest looked at each of us– why are the two of you crying?  Because…of Marnie, replied the older.

Weekend movies: Crimson Peak

I’ve never watched a horror movie in my entire life. My imagination is such that what’s already horrific or gory on screen becomes a hundred times more in my mind. I won’t be able to sleep for days, agitated over what smells like a cadaver in bed with me.  Or, to look at myself in the mirror without expecting an appearance of a half-bitten face staring back at me. So no horror films for me.

Exception: Crimson Peak.

The film I learned is not a ghost story per se, but of the gothic romance genre. Think: Wuthering Heights. That, and for me I readily associate the genre to Victoria Holt whose books I diligently collected in college.

With work I’m not readily familiar with, I browse up on interviews first and if I like what I hear I go ahead and watch the film. In an interview that Google Talks hosted, director Guillermo del Toro (of Pan’s Labyrinth and Pacific Rim fame) mentioned that much of the unhappiness in the supporting characters, Sir Thomas Sharpe (Tom Hiddleston), and his sister, Lady Lucille Sharpe (Jessica Chastain) is a result of bad parenting and that if children up to 10 or 12 years old are parented well there’d be less problems in the world.

Familiar words. That is the rationale behind early childhood care and development (ECCD). But what exactly did del Toro refer to as unhappiness in the characters? Who are these characters? And why Crimson Peak? The only way I’d know is to watch the film.

I did and I’m blown away.

The story is set circa 1901 in winter, a perpetual winter it seems. We come to Allerdale Hall it’s grandiose and foreboding dark frame contrasting sharply with the pristine vast whiteness that is Crimson Peak. I don’t know why but when the estate is first shown ‘gulag‘ was the first thing that popped out of my head. When I was a child, I watched a couple of films which featured the gulag in Siberia and what stayed in my memory is the landscape– white bleakness everywhere and nothing warm anywhere. The camp, the only protrusion in the landscape, is not fortified because administrators are confident that the harsh elements of the place will do it’s job: deter prisoners from making an escape. Allerdale Hall in the wilderness of Cumberland, England evokes the same response: the residents are deterred from leaving it.

Crimson Peak

What adds to the oddity of the place is clay, which percolates out of everywhere. It’s color, crimson red, jumps out at you because on the snowy white grounds it’s like spilled blood. A lot of blood.

Thomas Sharpe makes it his duty to continue mining the clay as is his inheritance but with a more efficient machine. An engineer, he spends his days inventing this ideal machine.

The residents leave the Hall only when they go in search for “prospects” in the world’s cities.  In Buffalo, New York, the siblings find a wealthy builder in the person of Carter Cushing (Jim Beaver). This wealthy builder has an only child, a daughter, Edith (Mia Wasikowska), a budding writer who is unmarried at the time. Women single her out for remaining unattached but Edith doesn’t let herself be bullied.

Mrs. McMichael (mother to Edith’s suitor): She’s our very own Jane Austen. She died an old maid, didn’t she?

Edith: Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly. She died a widow.

Soon after, Edith meets Sir Thomas. To the audience and Edith’s father he appears waxen and a bit off, more like Edward Cullen’s sinister-looking non-vegan cousin. But Edith doesn’t see that. She is smitten. Failing to get Mr. Cushing’s financial backing on his invention, Sir Thomas nevertheless had Edith’s heart. And after the sudden and tragic death of her father, she happily married the English baronet.

The newly-weds leave Edith’s New York for Crimson Peak where their shaky romance is threatened by the horrible secrets of the Hall revealed in stages to Edith with some help from apparitions she’s able to see (I skimmed through the parts where ghosts appear) and at first terrified by. And in keeping with the spirit of goth romance the two female characters, Edith and Lucille, set themselves up in an unspoken bid for the man’s attention and care hence a place in the house, their clash representative of the war between right and wrong, good and evil. This arc is kept up between the two until the ending.

Meanwhile, in Buffalo, Dr. Alan McMichael (Charlie Hunnam), Edith’s long-time suitor, with help from the Cushing family’s solicitor, had pieced together the puzzle of the Sharpe siblings’ sudden appearance in their circle, Mr. Cushing’s sudden death afterward, and Edith’s sudden marriage. Armed with the incriminating proof, he rushes to Crimson Peak hoping he’s not too late.

Rotten Tomatoes classified the film as ‘horror’ and if you watch it expecting just ghosts, violence, and screaming which is the commercialized form of ‘horror’ by the way you’ll be disappointed because really the story’s much more than this commercialized definition. Edith tells her editor that her mention of ghosts in her story is a “metaphor of the past”, a past, we discover, that’s filled with all manner of horrors i.e. abuse and neglect, incest, murder. We discover that the real horror is not those creepy apparitions but that of the human being’s capacity for the most terrible of actions and the most twisted of emotions; to become monsters.

It is a many-layered story and essentially explores within the religious and social context of that period personal baggages resulting from damaged childhoods as distinctively experienced by either gender alongside complexities of human emotions particularly love and dis/connectedness– why do I do what I do? how did I become who I am? what is suffering and must I suffer? what connects me to another human being? to my natural and physical environment? why do I meet who I do? why do I love as I do? what divides love from monstrosity? what do I fear? why do I fear what I fear? what is right? what is wrong? when is right wrong? when is wrong right? is there such a duality? are there ghosts? life after death? karmic justice? redemption?

To be able to weave all these without watering down on cinematic entertainment and creative representation speaks of genuine and rare talent. The only sad part is that the film, it’s director, and cast did not get a more enthusiastic response it deserves from the public and awards bodies.