Cloverfield! Drinking! Alone!
February 4, 2008So the gist of this entry is that I saw Cloverfield alone tonight and drank by my lonesome at Cable Car afterwards.
"Psh, big deal. I’ve seen movies and gone drinking alone dozens of times," you say? Well this is kind of a big deal because tonight marked the first time that I went to the movies and a bar by myself, EVER. And quite frankly, I like to think that my life experiences are way more important than yours.
I kid. Please continue reading and sucking on my blogging teat? Thanks.
So I went to an interview at Robinson’s Cybergate along Pioneer in the afternoon and decided to go around at the Ayala Malls while waiting for Tintin to finish a job exam of sorts in Libis, so that I’d have a travel buddy on the way home. I recently read that the DVD for 28 Weeks Later was finally on sale so I started scouring around for a copy, to no avail. Fuck you, Makati malls.
Anyway, she was going to take a while so I went ahead and saw Cloverfield. I badly wanted to come out of the cinema saying that it was everything I had hoped for AND MORE, but it just didn’t deliver that delightful kick to the balls that I was expecting. So scratch the AND MORE part. Pretty solid film, nontheless. It could’ve used a lot more of the monster, which was awesome TO THE MAX. I don’t want to completely spoil it for the people who haven’t seen it yet, so I decided to draw the monster instead.
Artist’s (My) rendering of the Cloverfield Monster as it attacks an apartment building in Manhattan.
I’d say that that’s a pretty decent interpretation. So the movie was done and still no word from Tintin. Turns out, she was on her (I think) third test at that time. I went out of my way to see a movie, I figured I might as well stick it out and wait for her. Grabbed a quick bite at Mcdo and headed straight for Cable Car.
Bim didn’t get to read my text until I got home, so there I was, in my snazzy polo and tie, alone, working on a 35-peso glass of draft beer. Things pretty much got out of hand after that.
Not an actual photo.
JUNO? More like SUCK-O! (Extended Edition)
February 1, 2008(Click here to read the trimmed-down version originally published for The Man Blog.)
This article pertains to the Man Blog forum monkeys’ discussions on the 2007 Diablo Cody/Jason Reitman film, Juno. It’s the current toast of seemingly every cluster of cinephiles imaginable, as evidenced by its almost unanimous backing from the more indie-oriented, internet-savvy youth, to the mainstream populace itself. One hundred million dollars at the box office and counting, four Academy Award nominations, and a 93% Tomatometer rating don’t lie.
It’s got Michael Cera and Jason Bateman, you say? It’s like Knocked Up but only wittier, you say? It was penned by a celebrity blogger who also happens to be a former stripper, you say?! SOLD!
I finally got around to watching it, and the film has a wee problem. I don’t know if you guys happened to notice it as well, but during that part where the Fox Searchlight logo pops up at the beginning of the film (with the Ten-tenenen! Tenenene-ten-tenenenen! 20th Century Fox fanfare to boot) up until the end credits, it seemed to really, really, REALLY SUCK.
