Let me see if I can still do this.
My last post was approximately two months ago; ages, considering I never pass three days without writing a paragraph. But as my tasks dragged along, I found little to almost zero time to sit and scribble.
I haven’t been at leisure to anything for the past six months. Finding time was a game of hide and seek. It was something for entertainment and an intention delivered only to myself. Sadly, life made a work out of it. Tsk. Eventually, I gave in and drew my white flag. Right now, I am mulling over how to arrange things so I don’t have to settle in leaving this page for months. I’m still in my drawing board, but I wish to accomplish a simple schedule for me to squeeze some scribble time.
So far I’ve missed reviewing my best movie of all time (Inception) something I am not too riled about because, heck, I’m not going to pretend I can ride its intellectual-wave. One thing’s for sure, I kiss the ground Inception’s writer walks on. I’ll wipe their ass if asked. Tour de force does not illustrate it, it breathes it. I love Inception, I admire Inception and I am willing to see it a hundred times over. Can you tell? I’m nuts about it.
After spending a few more thoughts over the list of movies I’ve seen, my most anticipated also escaped the review list. If there was anything worth spending my money and time with, it would be for the first installment of HP7. You can’t improve on the director but he tried improving the narrative, something I appreciated. Until the last moment of its almost three hour run, I was agape. Going to the movies was another good deed rendered. I had a smile up to my ears.
Thinking further through my movie list, I remembered someone asking me to review The Social Network. I had no intentions by the way but the request was hard to decline. If it wasn’t for that perhaps I’d be running around doing something else.
Books? What about it? Oh shoot, yes I nearly forgot. I use to read them. Mind you I still love them. I use to devour them one after another, however after I entered the real world and had to keep a job, I decided it can only be done once a month. And once a month a new book is finished. I think I have a total of 13 this 2010. But the bad news is, I could not for the life of me, finish the one I started last November. It can and will still be finished but that leaves me with an empty December. What an awful truth.
I still have a handful standing in my shelf. I wonder when I’ll start with them.
That’s that – the mind boggles but heck, life changes. So what about my personal life? Hmm, let me see.
By the time I started lagging with my writing – my usual reaction would be to throw myself out (figuratively) and give myself some heavy flogging so the lesson sticks – but this time, something amidst the hubbub calmed me. That needs a whole lot of talking and I think I reached my limit for the day.
Tomorrow I’ll try to write again. If it happens, I’ll tell you about the guy I’m with.
Mark is dumped by his girlfriend and in his misery conjures an idea. He needs an algorithm from his best friend, Eduardo, then BAM! they crash the Harvard Network system. They get the attention of people of means (if you don’t know what it is, ask a bourgeois) and they are signed up to do some work . In the process, things get lost in greed translation and the “hired” takes home the bacon. Standing in the shoulders of probable money-maker-giant, Mark acquaints himself to an equally worldly fellow who caused the fall of the music industry early 2K. Then a snowball ensues that resulted to facebook.com.
Chock-full of intelligence, humor, and pathos, David Fincher’s study of the young Mark Zucherburg during the conception of Facebook is a fascinating engagement. It features not one but two remarkable performances, that of Andrew Garfield and Justin Timberlake. They embody their characters and lay bare the motivations behind these prominent people; whom we can freely attribute to Zucherburg’s Facebook success. It allows viewers a glimpse into the inner social workings of the brainiest people of the I.T. era.
Social Network is a drama that effectively humanizes the machine we call facebook. It gives us a rationale of how Young Bill Gates Wannabees (aka nerds) act, survive and reign. With an intelligent script and tone of Harvard swagger, it slyly manages a wink and a nod at the audience every now and then. Given the depth of Eisenberg (Mark Zuckerberg), Garfield (Eduardo Saverin) and Timberlake (Sean Parker, Napster Founder), the flesh that symbolizes a juggernaut that stomped on Friendster and MySpace gives its audience a feel of what it is to be living in the cusp of never-ending triumph.
It is a strong film that questions the morals of success and it’s bitter set backs … something we all can Like and Comment on.
I wish to avoid the obvious pitfalls of reviewing a musical. I haven’t seen much, save for Glee, so I will limit my thought to what is evident. And please forgive me if I can’t provide much – you are always welcome not to continue.
The fuzz about Cats is over-rated for the middle-class. Unlike Miss Saigon’s ticket price (I still have the poster so I can recall just by looking), it is not so reasonable. For Cats, the truth is, the middle class can do without. It is a spectacular exhibition of song and dance (love the tap) enmeshed by several excerpts of different cats. So yes, we are not following one story here; we are watching several snippets of each characters. All of which are simply spectacular. For the middle-class it is not necessary but for the rich, this is loose change.
Cats is Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical demonstration of T.S. Elliots Old Possums Book Of Practical Cats. It talks about the Jellicle Cats and their annual Ball of which one cat is chosen to be reborn. The spectacle moves from one cat’s story-telling to another.
Like any theatre rule, none of us were allowed flash photography. However, technology has allowed us to circumvent this rule, thanks to my multi-tasking mobile phone. Although I would not choose this over my EOS 7D, it still worked its purpose. I stole shots and got reprimanded once but still snapped-away towards the end of the second act. I must point out that this does not mean I allow such behaviour, let’s just say it was much too difficult to follow specially when it’s all you have to show for as a proof that you were actually there.
Though my seat price of P6000 plus didn’t brought me to a roaring standing ovation, something I freely gave to Miss Saigon and refused to sit-down for several minutes, I was glad to have seen Ms. Lea Salonga do what she does best. She really has a thunderous command when she starts singing, something she was not shy giving the song “Memory”. I made a point to reserve a date that guarantees I won’t be watching her understudy.
It was colourful, it was fabulous, the voices superb, the bodies under the tights are gorgeous and the dancing, marvellous. I wish to see more Broadway shows here in my country and I wish that the next won’t take long.