Well, Why Not?

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I poured myself a tall one. As the documentary buffers on YouTube, I settle and just decided to change the name of my blog. Between puffs of smoke and an occasional sip from my own concoction of lemon ice tea and brandy (don’t ask, it’s the only mix I know that doesn’t leave me shitfaced drunk) and looked at my blog wondering if I should delete it altogether or continue an intermittent flow of posts.

What’s the point?

Turns out, it is the whole point in all of this: the questions, the doubts, tribulations, frustrations, occasional bragging rights and stuff. it is entirely the point – take everything with a grain of salt. But not to accept readily.

And besides, this is the only time I could carry a conversation long enough to find a conclusion. It’s why it reads”

“This is me talking to myself.”

Because I haven’t been this way with myself for a long time. I know I am a real introvert since I was a kid. Yes, I grew up in a small town where virtually everyone knows everybody. But I know I am always an outsider. I don’t just feel it. I embraced it. Even now that I am fast approaching my 45th year on this Earth, somehow I crave that idea of being left alone, whenever possible. To do things my own way.

Of course, it’s not entirely possible to just think of myself, but I do, now, consider myself and my family, the ME I should be thinking about. And I could still be loyal to my friends, my co-workers, my superiors, and still maintain that aloofness that has been set aside for sometime.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy my new habitation with Jackson and Gerard, and the apartment just feels like home now. Being the oldest guy is also a good thing, they usually leave me alone. Good, sensible people, these two housemates of mine.

So, I’m back into being myself.

Again.

My komiks seem to be going quite well. And I hope this writing and illustrating will be a means to an end. I have the symptoms of having serious issues with city living.

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Patayin sa Shokot si Remington

This is something that took me off guard, and a wild movie experience. Not that I saw this in a theater, but nowadays I seldom do line up and buy tickets, because, frankly, the whole movie experience has been a struggle with noisy, impatient audience, idifferent projectionists (or digital operators since real projectionists are rare nowadays), and a whole lot of hype. I may have to watch this one again, because like a book, the first screening is for the bulk of it, the second reading  is for the attention to detail, and the rest is just plain fun.

Ok, enough of that. I was looking for a movie to watch on YouTube. Since Google acquired the service, it has grown to be quite good, even better, but they should take down those awful comments, but that is another thing entirely.

First off – this is an Indie. I could tell from the non-commercial feel starting with the opening scenes. And that is not a bad thing really, because it has the gritty and blurry-film, not the too-crisp handheld cam TV soap operas and most movies have lately. The movie has that old-school feel to it.  The red scarf nearly got me choking on Potato Fries, I was chuckling so hard, bits came out of my nose. I was having fun and that was just 12 minutes into the movie.  The lines are good, smalltown flavor. Righ off I could smell Longganisang Lucban, and the whole time I was pinned (well, almost, I was having coffee, munching on fries and folding some clothes,from my morning laundry) and that makes it more fun.

A crow just slammed into the mayor’s window. Ha ha!  Mimi (Miles Kanapi) does some real good guffaw-inspiring quick liners. Woo-hoo! Fe (Janice De Belen) in her straight-man routine is stoic-funny. Hannah (Lauren Young) is an exact image of what we boys visualize Lucbanen Girls when we were young – beautiful, strong-willed, and unattainable. Mrs.Montano (Eugene Domingo) as always, gets her askew character down pat. The all too familiar Lucban setting contributed to that close-to-home feeling and the bizarre side of an otherwise sleepy town, but visit this place during Pahiyas and it’s another story entirely.

Remington

Remington

There was a clear buildup. And then there were the series of unfortunate events. I don’t even want to question why the absurdity of the transformation of Remington. It’s their story and I’m just a listener being regaled by the events. Hilarious! When the dead began to rise, I was sure what was going to happen and that pose – snapshot! – scene really brought me down, and I was laughing out of my wits! In a way, it’s something that could come out of a Stephen King book.

I thank Raymond Lee and Jade Castro for adding some translations to the movie. it sure is helpful to know what the current lingo is. And I enjoyed this movie., because it has the courage to poke fun at ourselves, the homophobia, the misconceptions, the fabulousness all went into this bundle. In a way, they have shown the ills, the fear of the heterosexuals, the hidden agendas behind beauty pageants, our own bigotry and sexism. That seance with Roderick Paulate had me laughing so hard I had to redo my folding. All fun, bits and pieces, the smalltown accents, Leandro Baldemor’s death, and the geek who invented the gaydar. Come on, if these things are not humorous, then, I don’t know what is.

And there was a narration right down to the credits, because it stated a fact that is true, we only learned to diss homosexuals after the Spaniards, those defenders of machoness, came into out land. Babaylans are regarded as the Spirit Bridge, with their beings having both foot in the spirit world and our own.

How’s that for a fun movie?

Go see it, if you haven’t already.

For the full list of the cast and crew, you might want to check out HERE

Image Credits:

http://geisermaclang.com/2011/08/23/rampa%C2%A0with-the-zombadings-and-survive-the-zomba-invasion/

http://www.pinoygigs.com/blog/tag/zombadings/