Because I heard that today’s the first week of classes in UPLB, I looked at my files and kept in touch with the past, if only for a minute’s worth of quiet happiness.

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This is a film of short films by different writers and directors and actors, who will all make you feel that in a city of strangers such as New York, you may find yourself enjoying every moment of experimenting with life.

After watching this film I asked a friend who majors in film, if she has seen New York, I Love You, because it seems to be an interesting experiment for film majors to do: a pastiche of stories with twists. She has seen it and even quoted a line from it. Amazingly, it was the very line that I put down to writing:

Your eyes will suffice to give tired men hope.

Wouldn’t it be romantic if somebody whispers you these words, in the context of Love That Cannot Be?

Chris Martinez wrote and directed this comedy. And as my friends and I decided after seeing this film, he is one genius who is worth viewing and reviewing.

The film does not bank on slapstick, which Pinoy comedy movies are known for, infamously. It plays with funny impossibilities of character switch and all the actors gave the script its rightful justice. I didn’t like Angelica Panganiban before, by way of impression, but she is incredible and credible. Eugene Domingo has traces of her Kimidora characters but she’s still endearing because of the plot which will preoccupy the audience’s mind. John Lapus’ character is the most interesting, in my “gaze”, even when he transferred to the bride’s body. It’s the vagina envy and Dorian Gray-ish desire for youth that makes his role stereotypically hilarious. Jaime Fabregas and Tuesday Vargas could’ve been forgotten but their switching of languages from Tagalog to Ilongo to Spanish to English, with authentic accent, is such a delight!

I remember once upon a time I commented on a forum that Star Cinema movies are crappy. Now I have to say that there are chris martinez exceptions.

Last week, I was stuck in a room somewhere in Ayala, with a French man, and this is part of our small talk.

Monsieur: tu es arrivé ici comment? (how did you get here?)

Aileen: uh, je prend le metro, le mrt. (i took the…mrt) Il fait chaud!!! (It’s Read the rest of this entry »

Here is my providential interview (part 1) with a French man:

(I enter the room, smiling like silly and stupid and clueless and wasted)

Monsieur: Bonjour!

aI: Uh, hehe, bonjour!

M: Comment ça va?

I: uh, bien!

M: oh, ça va bien.

I: ah, oui, ça va bien.

M: D’accord, d’accord. Vous parlez français?

I: ahaha, non! Je ne parle pas français!

M: er, vous parlez un peu français?

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This flying guy is my flying vote:

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I stopped being pretty when I was a kid.

After that, all the world’s grime polluted my skin and bones.

Til I no longer cared how I look.

See: Read the rest of this entry »