Even though I spent almost the whole of it seated/slouched/lying on the sofa in our living room, I feel like I have so much to say about my day, or rather, the things that compose it.
Let me start with the non-commentary. Non-fiction, unopinionated stuff: I was woken up three times today, two of which were unsuccessful with making me get up obviously. The successful last was on 11:30AM. First thing I did outside my room was eat lunch. My mother was working on the corridor floor. She was scrubbing it then, and later she had it varnished. I stayed on the sofa because I can’t go into my room within 6 hours after she’s varnished. I read the amazing blue thick Physics book which surprisingly does not weigh that much. I learned that the fundamental processes and laws in Physics are time-reversible therefore going backwards in time is possible. I also read this descriptive work of an Annie Someone, her insights about the total eclipse she’s witnessed with her husband. She said the next total eclipse would be on 2086. By then, I’d be 94. I hoped medical technology would improve.
When Gintuang Telon was on when the TV was on, I thought, Wouldn’t it be fun if for a period of time I’d only watch and be interested in old Filipino movies? They are quite fun and interesting. The feature at that time was a kind of bagets flick entitled "Pretty Boy". Cinematography, music, and editing sucked. Modern filmgoers do demand more from movies nowadays than what the old ones can offer. Oh well. I must be looking dumb right now.
Speaking of sharp movie criticism, my mother played a movie for me last night. She said it was "nakakatuwa". The title of the movie is "Final Destination". It’s about a group of seven plane explosion survivors, one of which is a seventeen-year old guy haply named Alex, who one by one die as the others try to cheat the so-called pattern of death. I did not finish the movie. I gave up watching even before the middle I think. Why? One, I can’t stand watching people be killed by an obscure force without a logical basis ALONE, and two, the screenplay sucked. That means not only the plot, but everything that goes with it: the dialogue, the scene shifts, etc. The visuals were great though, cinematography; can beat any other movie’s. Acting sucked too. After removing the dics from the player, I took out Road to Perdition, wanting to see a comic book-based film, but then my mother mentioned the internet so I went online instead.
So much nonsense for that.
After varnishing, my mother took a break. Within that break she popped in a movie, The Last Temptation of Christ. I first thought, Siguro papakunsiensyahin niya ko because I didn’t do anything much to help her with the corridor. It was a long film, that Scorsese film, but it was good. I was a bit confused with which parts were those found in the Bible and those which are fiction. I never imagined Christ behaving like that, with much pride and dignity. Smiling, chuckling, presenting the fact that he is the Messiah in front of the Nazarenes. The film opened my thoughts to what importance Judas really has in Jesus’ life. Now I see him much like Raguel, Vengeance of the Lord, from Neil Gaiman’s Murder Mysteries (Wow, gusto ko pala ng kopya ng comics nun). I liked the movie.
But not as much as I, honestly, liked Brokeback Mountain! which I just saw and was bought by my father earlier. Man, I know most of the films I see nowadays make me burst in tears, but this is different. For one thing, I didn’t expect it. For another, I really couldn’t help it! Damn Ang Lee! All his films are beautiful! Yes, even The Hulk–which I must see again by the way! There was so much love… between two persons you never expected it to be. I compared it to Before Sunrise, the film that moved aside from being my most favorite romance movie of all time. The only things they really have different is that BbM has 4 years and two men and BS has 6 months and heteros.
After watching, I figured: Can that be real perfect way to feel love. I mean, you can’t have too much of it, so why not regulate it–and do that by organizing and alloting time for it. Sure, but taking into consideration the Gaiman definition of love: the need to be with one person affectionately, I don’t think that could be. But in some ways, perhaps scientifically, or mathematically… I, er…
Oh well.
Amazing movie, Brokeback Mountain is. May it win many Oscars this Monday! Ang Lee is a blessed blessed man.
I really don’t know where I get my language.
That’s it.
