19 February 2008
Juno and Grace
As we all tend to neglect the basics of Survival In The Suburbs, it can be beneficial to occasionally eat your own words. I devoured mine last night and went to the movies... alone. Again... and surprisingly, it couldn't be nicer. In fact, I enjoyed it so much I even successfully contained my ballistic urges when the dumb colegiala I accidentally sat near to yelled "Euww! Gross!" on a gory "scene", a mobile phone on exponential volume from the middle aisle woke the whales in the South Pole and a crapbag to the far left kept theorizing on the ending like she was challenging a PUJ's honk. I saw two: Juno... and My Best Friend's Girlfriend.
The first one's a laugh. Literally. Ellen Page brings weirdo-hood to a whole new shining level--most probably better than running through walls and dancing with Iceman. She's so effectively funny you'd think she's the support role critics would love the most. But she is the fabulous lead in the unpretentious flick and we hafta hand it to her. And the combo of wit and music is even nicer, what with the rest of the characters with distinct personas also completing the notable movie experience. If sarcasm is optional, then Juno has a lot of options. Smart, honest, and charmingly real, the film can be a new Code for Casualness, the trait we best get back to before we fill Armageddon's glass past its brim. Life hurls "happening shit" at you and Juno tells you'd be better off handling it like a sane, thinking person than tire yourself (and others) with needless drama before actually doing something about the "happening shit".
Like taking off as soon as the bell rings because if not, you're gonna miss the darned 6:15 show even if you run like an ant dying to pee (Bad enough that you'd already missed the trailers, so there goes a third of your ticket). You pack up, wave good-bye and be contented they at least declined your invitation with an actual "No". After all, you opted to be UN-cool in the first place and you'd rather try enjoying a movie than throw cash at Stallions and it's only right you casually do your thing and live with the prospects of finding a seat in the dark by yourself Till Kingdom Come. (More Digression: As soon as Juno was "loading", right after the trailer of Inkheart, a Fil-Am tod walked in with his yaya. "I can't see anything! I can't see anything!" he begged. Either he was blindfolded, blind or both. He can't be stupid. He's 5. The yaya's the moron because she forgot her function as a labrador.)
Not to mention the adventure you'll have bulleting from your messy desk to the cinemas. I was a race car with the soul of an angry rhino. Wouldn't it be nice to just yell "Fire!" or "Piolo in bikini!" or "Piolo in bikini on fire!!" on a cramped escalator, because you feel like it, just to speed your way at 6:10 without earning glares? Or ask, "Who named you Holly Angel Paraiso? WHY are you named Holly Angel Paraiso?" and not flinch. Or how about the freeing, "Get over yourself, bitch, I'm not sleeping with your boyfriend!" because, well, you're really not (and he's only playing you as well) and Whore Paranoia just won't shut up? It pays to be real. Why don't we try it.
It could be that I was still reeling from the funtastic that's Juno, but I actually enjoyed My Best Friend's Girlfriend too. And we all know BFGF isn't about the sickeningly predictable plot or Valentine's or blockbuster ratings, heck it isn't even about Richard Gutierrez--at last, fuckette, and JC de Vera was hotter in the flick too--but about GMA 7's big retort to Angel Locsin: Marian Rivera. And how bad she makes girl Locsin regret ever going ober da bakod. In the movie either she's naturally funny or the writers made an amazing job matching Marian with her role, Grace. Never mind the usual dialogues stretched in lengths. Watch Marian and appreciate her effective attempts if only at being a comic--and that's more of her race with Angel, as the gal also tries her hand in "comedy" via ABS-CBN's Lobo. If the Curly Dumb Blonde rumors were true: There's nothing like a laugh trip to recover from an excruciatingly boring Monday and for that I'd like to congratulate a pal who has stuck phones to her eardrums for the rest of her life. Marian has won me over. Casually.
The first one's a laugh. Literally. Ellen Page brings weirdo-hood to a whole new shining level--most probably better than running through walls and dancing with Iceman. She's so effectively funny you'd think she's the support role critics would love the most. But she is the fabulous lead in the unpretentious flick and we hafta hand it to her. And the combo of wit and music is even nicer, what with the rest of the characters with distinct personas also completing the notable movie experience. If sarcasm is optional, then Juno has a lot of options. Smart, honest, and charmingly real, the film can be a new Code for Casualness, the trait we best get back to before we fill Armageddon's glass past its brim. Life hurls "happening shit" at you and Juno tells you'd be better off handling it like a sane, thinking person than tire yourself (and others) with needless drama before actually doing something about the "happening shit".
Like taking off as soon as the bell rings because if not, you're gonna miss the darned 6:15 show even if you run like an ant dying to pee (Bad enough that you'd already missed the trailers, so there goes a third of your ticket). You pack up, wave good-bye and be contented they at least declined your invitation with an actual "No". After all, you opted to be UN-cool in the first place and you'd rather try enjoying a movie than throw cash at Stallions and it's only right you casually do your thing and live with the prospects of finding a seat in the dark by yourself Till Kingdom Come. (More Digression: As soon as Juno was "loading", right after the trailer of Inkheart, a Fil-Am tod walked in with his yaya. "I can't see anything! I can't see anything!" he begged. Either he was blindfolded, blind or both. He can't be stupid. He's 5. The yaya's the moron because she forgot her function as a labrador.)
Not to mention the adventure you'll have bulleting from your messy desk to the cinemas. I was a race car with the soul of an angry rhino. Wouldn't it be nice to just yell "Fire!" or "Piolo in bikini!" or "Piolo in bikini on fire!!" on a cramped escalator, because you feel like it, just to speed your way at 6:10 without earning glares? Or ask, "Who named you Holly Angel Paraiso? WHY are you named Holly Angel Paraiso?" and not flinch. Or how about the freeing, "Get over yourself, bitch, I'm not sleeping with your boyfriend!" because, well, you're really not (and he's only playing you as well) and Whore Paranoia just won't shut up? It pays to be real. Why don't we try it.
It could be that I was still reeling from the funtastic that's Juno, but I actually enjoyed My Best Friend's Girlfriend too. And we all know BFGF isn't about the sickeningly predictable plot or Valentine's or blockbuster ratings, heck it isn't even about Richard Gutierrez--at last, fuckette, and JC de Vera was hotter in the flick too--but about GMA 7's big retort to Angel Locsin: Marian Rivera. And how bad she makes girl Locsin regret ever going ober da bakod. In the movie either she's naturally funny or the writers made an amazing job matching Marian with her role, Grace. Never mind the usual dialogues stretched in lengths. Watch Marian and appreciate her effective attempts if only at being a comic--and that's more of her race with Angel, as the gal also tries her hand in "comedy" via ABS-CBN's Lobo. If the Curly Dumb Blonde rumors were true: There's nothing like a laugh trip to recover from an excruciatingly boring Monday and for that I'd like to congratulate a pal who has stuck phones to her eardrums for the rest of her life. Marian has won me over. Casually.
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