But if I were, I would tell you that there is a film coming out called, “It Might Get Loud” from the same filmmaker as “An Inconvenient Truth”, Davis Guggenheim. From Wiki: “It explores the history of the electric guitar, focusing on the careers and styles of Jimmy Page, The Edge, and Jack White.”
That is all.
What can I say, I <3 this movie. It’s got the perfect brew for a dismally rainy Tuesday afternoon. Of course, Jean-Baptiste Maunier takes your breath away with his amazing voice. *sighs* And he looks PERFECT for the part, pale, drawn, and androgynous.
Having the OST months before acually seeing Les Choristes, I expected to cry buckets, and I did. 7 minutes into it and I knew I was a goner. But don’t take my word for it. The trailer, should you wish to find out what it’s about.
I am thankful for sincere and well-made movies like this.
I am thankful for voices that move you to tears.
I am thankful for hot coffee on a rainy day.
I am thankful for heavy jackets to keep the cold at bay.
Pleasant Tuesdays everyone!
I got this from someone who got it from someone who got it from someone .. trackback could take a while .. Just read.
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kasi pare ganito daw yun. may isa daw babae na hot daw pare. pero maputla siya kasi hindi siya inalagaan ng nanay niya pare. tapos pare emo daw siya kasi nga daw hindi siya mahal ng mundo at para siyang patay na bata na galit sa mundo. tapos pare, lumipat daw siya ng tirahan kasi daw masyado daw siyang emo para sa luma niyang tirahan. sabi niya sa nanay niya “tangina mo nay gusto ko lumipat kay tay”. tangina pare hindi nagalit nanay niya. sabi lang ng nanay niya “tangina mo pare wag ka magmura”.
so lumipat siya sa tatay niya di ba? pagkarating niya dun sabi niya, “tangina erpat bakit maulan dito?” sabi ng erpat niya “gago “bur” months na! malamig na tangena”. so nagtaka yung babaeng simula ngayon ay tatawagin na lang nating “babaeng maputla at emo”.
so pumasok siya sa school di ba? binigyan siya ng truck ng tatay niya pare. sabi ng tatay niya “tangina mo sa’yo na tong truck ko”. sabi niya “salamat tay”.
pagkarating niyang school tsong, may nakita siyang lalaking mukhang bangkay pero pogi. sakto. pogi pero mukhang bangkay. sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo “hot pare”.
nung chem lab na ni babaeng maputla at emo, natagpuan niyang lab partner niya yung poging bangkay. so nung tinignan siya nung poging bangkay, ang asim ng mukha nito. mukhang nandiri ata kay babaeng maputla at emo.
sabi ni poging bangkay “tangina mo”. sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo “tangina KA”. sabi ni poging bangkay “tangina NIYA oh *tumuro sa teacher nila*”. sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo “oo nga noh. TANGINA MO”. sabi ni poging bangkay “tangina mo gago bampira ako”. tapos naghubad siya ng damit at kumintab ang katawan niya kasi linagyan niya ng glitters ang abs niya kasi tigas siya at ganun na ang mga tigas ngayon na nagpupuntang emba.
so pare na in love si babaeng maputla at emo kay poging bangkay. si poging bangkay naman sige lang kasi sex din daw yun. so ayun. ang shweet shweet nila.
“eow poh… ahihihihi”
“bebe mwahugz,….. ^^,”
so tapos nun nagpunta sila sa damuhan kasi…. alam mo na. tapos sabi ni poging bangkay “ikaw na buhay ko ngayon” sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo “tangina mo gago patay ka na”. sabi ni poging bangkay “TANGINA KA”.
tapos nagsex sila
so basically pare yun lang yung mga importanteng nangyari sa buong storya. intense noh? kaya pala nahhook lahat ng tao. akala ko overrated. hindi pala. astig pala.
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This version was far more fun than the movie. TRUST.
Gratuitous Cam Gigandet photo
Yes, he was there. More noticeable with Hoor Vision.
Ever since The Intervention I’ve had to watch what I do. I know I didn’t have explain myself but just for the sake that I am doing something “wrong” (which I really don’t think I am), I cut back (as much as it pained me) on the boozing (1 bottle) and partying (0 parties). In any case, life has returned back to its original gray colored, tent-shaped smock that doesn’t really flatter nor suit my style. I want hips and boobs and ass and ass and all in purposeful black, damnit. In any case, I come back to this blog bearing stories that I had to squeeze out in order to keep “people” (Clinically Insane and The Chef) “entertained”. (Yes, there are a lot of quotation marks ‘coz who the hell knows what entertains people nowadays. I mean, if man-eating-a-penis is your thing, then you’ve come to the wrong blog.)
Where was I? Oh yeah, Ihaveaboringasslife-itis .. which, if you have the aforementioned disease, you should get off your ass and watch Tropic Thunder. Why? Let’s just say, you need to know why and how these wonderful things came to be:
1. Booty Sweat / Bust-a-Nut (Available at Amazon.com)
2. Satan’s Alley (Pleasemakeitintoamovie..pleasemakeitintoamovie..pleasemakeitintoamovie..)
3. And brilliant lines such as:
“I don’t read the script. The script reads me.” – Kirk Lazarus
“Don’t judge me!” *runs away with kid* – Jeff Portnoy
“Dammit, I’m Alpa Chino! ‘I Love Tha Pussy’, aight?” – Alpa Chino
“You m-m-m-mmm-m-make me happy. ” – Tugg Speedman
“Now I want you to take a step back… and literally fuck your own face!” – Les Grossman4. By far, Tom Cruise and Matthew McCannotbebotheredtowearashirt’s best movie EVER. Tom Cruise since Minority Report and Matthew since Angels in the Outfield.
5. Winning scene: Les Grossman stealing the show with Flo Rida’s Low playing in the background. *sniffsniff* Ah, memories .. *wipes tear*
Anyhoor, best movie since I laughed my head off at Zohan. (Yeah, I think I might have been high when I watched that.) If you have family problems, can’t get laid, have trouble sleeping, have not a lot of money, and are seriously depressed, this could be the life-changing film you’ve been waiting to lift your spirits and give you a boost. Or it could give you an hour and a half of WTF-comedy material. Take from it what you can. I certainly did. Been a while since I laughed that hard.
This movie/musical was brought to my attention by the Unhelpful Git and reinforced by Raffy (remind me to give you an adorable moniker; Hedwig For Free perhaps?). The Unhelpful Git gave me the movie file but the actual watching of it was provoked by Raffy one day while talking of musicals (I’ve already passed on The Last 5 Years. Ready the tissue and the razor blade). I just never got around to it since the Unhelpful Git just said it was a good movie. *rolls eyes* Great. And I’m supposed to take the word of a man who’d recommended me “the movie that shall not be named“? Or was it this one? Or this one? No, thank you.
If you don’t like peeling onions and gender issues and rock n’ roll and AMAZING hair and humor and good music, this movie is not for you.
Dear Unhelpful Git, this is how you sell me Hedwig. Everyone else, take notes. If you want a copy, just gimme a DVD and I’ll burn you one. Just excited to share the love!
1. It’s a musical. (Two very enthusiastic thumbs up!)
2. Look at that yummy poster.
3. There’s an angry inch. Tell me about it!
4. Michael Pitt. That heart-achingly cherubic little boy.
5. The Origin of Love. It *is* a musical after all. Gimme a taste, Sugar Daddy.
PS. Audio is from the Original Broadway recording. The one from the soundtrack is a tad different.
When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin of love.
The origin of love
And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.
The origin of love
Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
“I’m gonna kill them all
With my hammer,
Like I killed the giants.”
And Zeus said, “No,
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards.”
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh,
Said, “I’ll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half.”
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don’t behave
They’ll cut us down again
And we’ll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.
Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That’s the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It’s the story of
The origin of love.
That’s the origin of love.
You get an invite to the party in my pants with this simple formula: cars, speed + dirt, grit, grease + guns, shootout + Jason Statham. Or if you actually were Jason Statham, you could just stroll up to me and get a free pass into my “27s”. Or even gain permanent residence there. See? I’m not hard to please.
Other than the pants party, let’s talk about the actual movie, shall we? First off, the cars. Yes, the production and design went to great lengths to make them NOT pretty and piled body kit over body kit over fabrications, but seeing them ram into each other with heavy armory and firepower made me cringe less and have fun more. I wasn’t worried about the paint job or denting a pretty Mustang.
They’re not pretty. They’re pretty bad ass. Certainly and improvement from ..
.. this.
I love the grit, dirt, grime, and grease of the whole movie. Who doesn’t want to get their hands dirty? Especially when Jason Statham is revving up your engine. Firepower and explosions add to that already cauldron of sexiness. And of course, to top it all off, Jason Statham himself. *dies*
And that’s just his back.
I mean, that scene, when he comes home from the mills, all dirty and sweaty, would make me want to jump his bones the second he entered that house too. It’s just instincts. The roles he undertakes make him out to be a hardened tough ass to the world, yet the greatest, most wonderful, caring man a woman could be with.
Added notes:
1. It’s cute the way they reprezuhnt the race issues, there was an all-American dude (“Colt”), an Asian racer (“14k”), an Eastern European (“Pachenko”), African American boi (“Machine Gun Joe”), Latino (“Reaper”), and a Brit.
2. Hot girls sell. “Case” is the poor man’s Megan Fox. How brilliant of the writers to have squeezed bootays and boobies in a DEATH FUCKING RACE. *rolls eyes* Redeeming female role goes to “Hennessy”. I mean, how badass is it to have a liquor for a last name AND rule over a maximum security prison? HAWT COUGAR ALERT!
Warning: Cougar in the den.
3. YAY for the pulsating soundtrack. It makes it to The “Secksi Teim” playlist.
Obligatory explosion in the background with Staham slow-mo walks away.
Lemme just go change my panties now.
You know how women like to be wined and dined? Like when you get to her house to pick her up, she insists that you come up to the door, buzz in, and meet the parents? Or how when you address her father, it has to be “Sir” or “Mister” or “Your Highness”? Or how you should compliment how her mother looks and say that she must’ve been the root of all that is beautiful in this world? Or after the chit-chat, you then have to look sternly into the father’s eyes and promise that you will have his daughter back before midnight and that nothing “funny” must go on during your date? Or how you have to open the door for her because people assume that women are limp-wristed and thus cannot even push open a goddamned car door? Or how you always have to pay for everything when out on a date? Or pull out her chair when you’re eating at a fancy restaurant? Or why the price of an inch of duck fat is costing you more than rent and utilities? Or how you can’t make inappropriate jokes as not to offend the lady’s sensitivities? Or how you have to be able to stand listening to her talk about some vapid show but she can’t even sit for 5 minutes and dissect the contrasting characters of Castor Troy and Sean Archer? Or when you’re watching a movie, she constantly whispers in your ear trivialities of her day? Or when you both have your respective movie snacks and then she suddenly reaches over to your side and grabs a handful of YOUR popcorn? Or how you have to take her to coffee and endure some more tripe talk? Or how you have to drive her back to your house and then escort her once again to her door? Or how you don’t have any idea if you’re going to score little, score big, or even get up to bat tonight?
None of that bullshit please. I would like to eat and watch Timothy Olyphant tie my panties in a bunch with that powerful stare of his.
As of .. now .. I am needing new underwear.
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Official review:
Hitman, a religious experience. Cardio workout. Agent47 kicking ass is all my heart (and my loins) need.
Quote for the movie:
Uneditedmara: Haha! The whore has hopes!
Lulubelle: What? Whores can dream, too.
Notice the relaxed looseness of the tie. *sigh*
My, my. What a big gun you have.
I don’t even know where to begin with this masterfully crafted filmgasm. Ang Lee is a genius when it comes to his movies, save for The Hulk (I mean, what the hell was up with that?!). This particular film is just brimming with images that haunt your dreams and slowly make their way into real life. No other director could have harnessed such a gigantic task of taking this “heavy script” and making it the audience’s own personal emotional baggage.
Now, I do not mean to throw such important words around just because this is a film by the great Ang Lee. I could easily say, “Fuck Ang Lee” as I could say, “Fuck Steven Spielberg.” I can’t hold any personal attachment to these people, great as they may be, for they are only human.
But THIS film .. this film .. it will leave you breathless and .. changed. Lee has weaved the reserved emotions, that we Asians have mastered, and the crass-ness of reality or the how dark the world truly is: a quick, and almost invisible, side ward glance and sex with no pretenses, no trimmings, no lies; beaten and weeping beings or one that is perfectly calm and attuned to a destiny that has been chosen long ago; a planned-out assassination attempt and a cruel encounter that is as unpolished as a brick.
Mad props go to Wei Tang, the lead actress. See how in the span of 10 seconds, her eyes change from fury to compassion to indifference to an internal torment all while being assaulted by a man she was taught to despise, and that is just the beginning. The story itself makes your question where her power comes from or how she is able to draw on this without being broken into a million pieces. And for what? For the unspoken love of a man who willingly put her in danger? For honor to a country bound like a common whore? For fame, fortune, riches, and glory? Or perhaps, for her own self? The story of a woman who never did anything half-heartedly. If she was to love, then she was to love completely and owed to see this thing through. Don’t even get me started on Tony Leung’s character, a man so cautious and wary of infiltration only to be won over a little girl .. a man who played a role his whole life just to be able to live towered by an act that swallowed the both of them whole. Or a winning scene where it was a kiss three years too late or words that needed to be said that weren’t. Heartbreaking, really. If I still had a heart, I prolly would’ve bawled over that. But I don’t. So I didn’t.
Lee does not romance you with a neat, classic tale. Not with this one. As quiet as the movie may seem, the meat lies in the explosion of subtext all over the screen. I can see how others may see this as “long and lifeless” without a payoff in the end. But I promise you, that if you take it in, minute by minute and immerse yourself in every particular scene, the ending won’t matter much, because by then, the experience has just won you over.
There are far better people who can laud this movie for me:
“A brooding meditation on the unnerving power and terrible cost of emotional and political masquerades, the Chinese-language Lust, Caution gets under your skin with its examination of what qualifies as love and what does not.” <more>
“Oscar-winning director Ang Lee’s new film, Lust, Caution, is such a challenging, defiant film that you leave it feeling slapped around, but at the same time exhilarated by Lee’s boldness.” <more>
“Lee has outsexed Paul Verhoeven. (Who would have imagined that Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone’s f— of the century could look so tame?)” <more>
Enough of the reviews and all these words. Your turn to go out and see it. I urge you. How to enjoy this movie: If there was ever a time to read in between the lines, go crazy in this movie. Because I guarantee you that it will only change you if you strip yourself of the pretenses and dialog (with whomever or whatever is inconsequential). For those who like to have things spelled out for them, this might be a $2-steak in your windpipe. Forget it and walk away. Watch something more .. chew-able, like, Balls of Fury or Superbad. All the subtext make this a more powerful movie than what it starts out to be. Don’t let the obvious hamper you from seeing the implied.
I have not the energy. Sorry. Please understand. I shall leave you with someone else’s thoughts, that I share, regarding the movie. But if you really want to know what I think, it was silent and inwardly explosive. I can’t stomach to write anything else at this point in fear that I might start bawling like a baby. Enough tears have already been shed.
Pic’s real focus is the beautifully played, trembling exchanges between Hanna and the intelligent, self-deprecating Josef — an all-round good guy who got his burns by trying to save someone else. The fact he never tells Hanna this reveals plenty about his nature and morals, and the script is carefully managed so that what the characters don’t say — particularly in Hanna’s case — is more significant than what they do. Hence the film’s title.
