The Oscars are fantastic this year! After a string of snore fests, this year's show is exciting, innovative and...meaningful. I almost felt empathy for Penelope Cruz as she shook and trembled while she was being honored. Then I realized, she was a celebrity and therefore LESS human. People who spend over $800 for hair cannot possibly be from our species. That said, where oh where can we sign up? I want Kate Winslet's hair.
A few surprises. The technical awards are sometimes a chore to watch that I usually take my time to pee or grab more food, but I stayed put to watch the amiable Japanese guy thank Mr. Roboto. Ben Stiller's mad-hatter crazy Joaquin Phoenix impersonation kills. I loved what they did with the technical categories, especially the writing categories. It was actually clever.
And just as I thought that the Oscars completely abandoned Hollywood's addiction to smut, they went to transcendental proportions. They actually panned multiple times to Angelina The Jolie when Jennifer Aniston was presenting onstage. Ha! It's not so serious after all. The Academy wants a catfight? Very LOW CLASS, folks! I almost felt bad for Aniston, she looked frightened, tensed on stage. She stutterred at one point and was off in her timing. Maybe because Angelina was absoltuely stunning, like Olympian goddesses were inhabiting her body at the same time, and Aniston was presenting with Jack Black, who coincidnetally represents one of Jolie's movies? I feel bad for her but they have absolutely no right to cry out oppression. The took it upon themselves by littering my gossip blog readings.
I take back what I said. I cringed twice at Hugh Jackman's musical numbers. I felt a little bad for him.
(Am still watching...
I thought I might do this; I have nothing else to do. :P)
update update
So heartbreaking. Heath shouldn't have died too soon. It's unfortunate that we dont get to see him today at the Oscars. That would've been some speech. And if Jack Nicholson were there, that would've been a riot.
Ohwell.
It's funny and wonderful at the same time, there's humanity at this year's Oscars. It seems sentimental this year. The lesser known technical people are heartwarming.
And I hate to admit this. It sounds perverted. I am totally crushing on Dev Patel! The shitz. He's a child! They keep panning to his face; this does not help.
update update
It's over; Slumdog Millionaire won! And Dev looks disorientated and adorable. I want to hug him. :P
The nicest thing about this year's show was how they managed to keep it interesting and relevant. I loved the whole Yaya sisterhood going on with the acting nominees. This reminds us that there's more to movies than Zac Efron and Miley Cyrus. That said, what were they doing at the Oscars?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Marian Rivera Is Queen Of The Underworld
I confess, I'm addicted to Ang Babae Na Hinugot Sa Aking Tadyang (gah, mouthful!). I now love, hate Marian Rivera's Proserfina! (I have to retreat to my cave and die now.)
Tadyang-tadyang as it is now known around the house is that new drama series in Philippine TV ridden with anti-heros and fantastic comedians. I dunno about you, but I'm through with all of the tired-old cliches that haunt everyone's non-cable-tv evenings to no end --- the incessant and vicious tug-of-wars between pa-martyrs and wifebeaters, the kawawa, timid young girl who triumphs after a gratuitous makeover, the obligatory background story of the protagonists meeting as kids or babies. It's too... cute. That only worked for Moses, folks. And Ally Mcbeal. It's refreshing that tadyang-tadyang doesn't carry those over.
The show is not as earth shaking as say HBO or Showtime, but THEY try. Oh, they really do. The stylized camera shots, the generous shots of Dingdong Dantes's manly-man body parts, the constant cliffhangers, and the sex -- that about makes up a third of every episode. Not that I hear anybody complaining. Save for the Neo double that is Dingdong Dantes in Homer apparel, this series shows promise. You have the ultimate anal type -- obssessive compulsive, sexually repressed, straight-laced and over-achieving, and Meridith Brooks's Bitch --loud, obnoxious, mysterious and fun. Add to the mix another over-achieving, conniving bitch, well the obligatory asshole, and you have a fun and exciting night. Unless of course, if a family drama is more up your alley, then this isn't for you.
There's one thing that bothered me for a bit though. I couldn't get it around my head though why anyone would name a character Proserfina (it's an odd name). That is, until I found out it was the equivalent Roman name for Greek goddess Persophone, wife of Hades and Queen of the Underworld. Persophone, who got kidnapped and brought to the belly of Hell to curse the lives of mortals. Persophone, who no one wanted as diety alter-ego in English class. (Everyone wanted to be Athena, Aphrodite or Artemis.Including me.) Strange and cool at the same time.
I've been told that her name has some sort of symbolism in this series. There has to be one. It would be hard to ignore if the show weren't already teeming with characters with mediterranean names. Homer, Proserfina, Helene, Hera, Athena, Cassandra, Galatea.
Galatea!
Crazy.
Then again, Galatea IS a nice name for a pet fish, wouldn't you say? Or a small furry rabbit.
Tadyang-tadyang is now making me want to read again Greek Mythology. I dunno about you, but that's GOOD tv.
Tadyang-tadyang as it is now known around the house is that new drama series in Philippine TV ridden with anti-heros and fantastic comedians. I dunno about you, but I'm through with all of the tired-old cliches that haunt everyone's non-cable-tv evenings to no end --- the incessant and vicious tug-of-wars between pa-martyrs and wifebeaters, the kawawa, timid young girl who triumphs after a gratuitous makeover, the obligatory background story of the protagonists meeting as kids or babies. It's too... cute. That only worked for Moses, folks. And Ally Mcbeal. It's refreshing that tadyang-tadyang doesn't carry those over.
The show is not as earth shaking as say HBO or Showtime, but THEY try. Oh, they really do. The stylized camera shots, the generous shots of Dingdong Dantes's manly-man body parts, the constant cliffhangers, and the sex -- that about makes up a third of every episode. Not that I hear anybody complaining. Save for the Neo double that is Dingdong Dantes in Homer apparel, this series shows promise. You have the ultimate anal type -- obssessive compulsive, sexually repressed, straight-laced and over-achieving, and Meridith Brooks's Bitch --loud, obnoxious, mysterious and fun. Add to the mix another over-achieving, conniving bitch, well the obligatory asshole, and you have a fun and exciting night. Unless of course, if a family drama is more up your alley, then this isn't for you.
There's one thing that bothered me for a bit though. I couldn't get it around my head though why anyone would name a character Proserfina (it's an odd name). That is, until I found out it was the equivalent Roman name for Greek goddess Persophone, wife of Hades and Queen of the Underworld. Persophone, who got kidnapped and brought to the belly of Hell to curse the lives of mortals. Persophone, who no one wanted as diety alter-ego in English class. (Everyone wanted to be Athena, Aphrodite or Artemis.Including me.) Strange and cool at the same time.
I've been told that her name has some sort of symbolism in this series. There has to be one. It would be hard to ignore if the show weren't already teeming with characters with mediterranean names. Homer, Proserfina, Helene, Hera, Athena, Cassandra, Galatea.
Galatea!
Crazy.
Then again, Galatea IS a nice name for a pet fish, wouldn't you say? Or a small furry rabbit.
Tadyang-tadyang is now making me want to read again Greek Mythology. I dunno about you, but that's GOOD tv.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Facebook Shmacebook
Do you have a facebook?
Everybody has one, so my sister tells me. Friendster is so yesterday, she says. My brother concurs on this and they both have been convincing me, without facebook commission, to get one. According to them, its a lot less messier and COOLER than Friendster. Only sooper cool people are in Facebook! A few bored evenings later, I finally got one last week. Not because I wanted to be cooler than I already am (hyukhyukhyuk) but ONLY because I wanted in in the YoVille universe! It's a tiny virtual cutesy village! I had to have my own Yoville beach house and that shiny blue thingie on my doorstep! Its a shameful habit, I know. I have a slightly severe affection to cute stuff online.
I know it was wrong. I opened a facebook account without any intention to work the social web. Gasp. I don't have any contacts there, except my brother, my sister and my sister's boyfriend to work as slaves and workers for my Yoville benefit. It's not that I have an aversion to social networking sites (I have a Multiply account, haven't I?). I'm just lazy. But I do have a Friendster account, to much prodding of college friends. They insisted I get one to monitor my transistion from eager moth to mothball. Compared to my sister's, who once had 800 friends on one occasion, my directory has a measly 70. They make up some of my closest friends and relatives. My Friendster is for people who want to get a general idea to all sorts of fun manangs do. I figured, its the least I could do to appease them. People close to me somehow out of habit console my single life with plausible deaths of an ovary or a uterus. I tell myself they love me enough to spare me from erimitical despair. Apparently, its akin to the bottomless pit! Its the sads. So people warn me and have been warning me ever since I was out of diapers that staying un-married forever is the worst decision you will ever make. That said, I haven't given some of them a link to this multiply account just yet. My potty mouth, am afraid, isn't very endearing. I don't think foul-mouthed manang runs well during reunions. That only works when you want to charm your way out of certain situations. Heh. But that's another story.
I've completely forgotten the point in this entry.
Have a nice February, folks!
Everybody has one, so my sister tells me. Friendster is so yesterday, she says. My brother concurs on this and they both have been convincing me, without facebook commission, to get one. According to them, its a lot less messier and COOLER than Friendster. Only sooper cool people are in Facebook! A few bored evenings later, I finally got one last week. Not because I wanted to be cooler than I already am (hyukhyukhyuk) but ONLY because I wanted in in the YoVille universe! It's a tiny virtual cutesy village! I had to have my own Yoville beach house and that shiny blue thingie on my doorstep! Its a shameful habit, I know. I have a slightly severe affection to cute stuff online.
I know it was wrong. I opened a facebook account without any intention to work the social web. Gasp. I don't have any contacts there, except my brother, my sister and my sister's boyfriend to work as slaves and workers for my Yoville benefit. It's not that I have an aversion to social networking sites (I have a Multiply account, haven't I?). I'm just lazy. But I do have a Friendster account, to much prodding of college friends. They insisted I get one to monitor my transistion from eager moth to mothball. Compared to my sister's, who once had 800 friends on one occasion, my directory has a measly 70. They make up some of my closest friends and relatives. My Friendster is for people who want to get a general idea to all sorts of fun manangs do. I figured, its the least I could do to appease them. People close to me somehow out of habit console my single life with plausible deaths of an ovary or a uterus. I tell myself they love me enough to spare me from erimitical despair. Apparently, its akin to the bottomless pit! Its the sads. So people warn me and have been warning me ever since I was out of diapers that staying un-married forever is the worst decision you will ever make. That said, I haven't given some of them a link to this multiply account just yet. My potty mouth, am afraid, isn't very endearing. I don't think foul-mouthed manang runs well during reunions. That only works when you want to charm your way out of certain situations. Heh. But that's another story.
I've completely forgotten the point in this entry.
Have a nice February, folks!
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