A Call For the Seven Kingdoms

Can anyone help me find a copy of George RR Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire? I've read A Game of Thrones on my PC but I no longer want to read any books on a computer monitor. I finally found copies of books 3 & 4 in National but I don't want to purchase them without the first two.

National Bookstore! Restock this epic series now damn you!

Manny, You're the Man!

Manny, you're filthy rich now but I can't hate you because of that.xD What a performance! Thank you for working as hard as you did to bring us a fight for the ages. Too bad for Hatton losing the way he did but Manny is just made up of pure awesome! He's truly one of the few good things that came out of the country in its young history.

Maraming salamat Manny! Mabuhay ka! Mabuhay ang Pilipinas!

Finally!

Ahhh yes. xD Thanks all ya'all.

- Clappy

Mood: Ecstatic. (More relieved than ecstatic really...) xD

Summer Schmummer...

It's so cold tonight. Just plain cold. If it gets any colder, I'm afraid my balls will fall off. I've always been partial to sunny weather though the cold doesn't bother me all that much. But this time, it's really chilly. I'm wearing my trusty jog pants (which is only worn in temperatures like this because I don't really jog...) and a shirt. I probably should be wearing thicker threads but it's too much of a hassle changing. heh heh. My annually scheduled flu is making itself felt. I've felt like I will be catching a cold for a couple of days already. Right now it's not an actual cold but I'm sniffling. I'm surprised it hasn't turned into a full on influenza. Are the germs being hesitant? heh. I never had that great of a resistance against the common cold. My bro El has already succumbed. He's lost his voice to his cough but he's still up and about.

I hope it won't get worse. Who likes getting sick? Nobody, especially not me. I'm drinking more water than I normally do, but I don't normally drink that much in a day so I don't think it will make a difference. I hope the weather gets better. Everybody says that's it's summer already but a day like this can make that hard to believe. I don't care what kind of authority you have or if you're from PHIVOLCS, summer should not feel this cold. Assholes. xD

Brainstorming Raiders and Bullitt

Came across a very interesting article today. Before making Raiders of the Lost Ark, George Lucas (fresh from the success of Star Wars) and Steven Spielberg (fresh from the success of Jaws), sat down with screenwriter Lawrence Kasdan for a brain-storming session about the film. They discussed everything about the movie from the fleshing out of the characters to the structure of the plot to the conceptualization of set pieces. The transcript for that meeting has been leaked recently and it's a fantastic read.

I've always been interested in the goings on behind the scenes of my favorite movies. This transcript is a treasure trove of information about Raiders. It actually shows that it is in fact Lucas who is the biggest creative force behind this project. This leaves little question that the Indiana Jones character is his. He's the idea man and at the that time, his story telling instinct was at it's peak.



I just finished watching a movie. I didn't really intend to see the whole film, I just wanted to try if it plays fine on the player. The first note of Lalo Schifrin's score and the elegant titles sequence by Pablo Ferro just pulled me in, hooked me up, and didn't let go.

The movie is titled Bullitt, made in 1968, starring Steve McQueen, and directed by Peter Yates. I've seen McQueen in The Great Escape and The Magnificent Seven, but both of them are ensemble pictures. He had to share screen time with Yul Brynner, Charles Bronson, and James Coburn, some of the biggest badasses in the history of cinema. This was my first time to see him carry a movie all by himself, and man did he carry it. I no longer wonder why he was such a revered actor. He projects such a cool demeanor on screen that is so rare these days. His is a dying breed. They flocked the Earthy during the olden days, along with Humphrey Bogart, Lee Marvin, Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef, and the ones that I've already mentioned. Clint is so old now, and when he retires, there will be no one left. The only one I can think of who is worthy of carrying their banner is Daniel Craig, no one else.

The movie is a straight up police procedural, with McQueen starring as Frank Bullit, the title character. Bullitt is a good cop who gets a rep as a media darling. That is why Chalmers (Robert Vaughn) a politician handpicks him to guard an important witness to a case that would catapult him to the public eye. As expected, the assignment goes south. The witness gets shot and lies in critical condition. Chalmers threatens to ruin Bullitt's career if the case is destroyed. The witness dies which leaves our lead to solve the mystery before Chalmers makes good his threat.

This movie sits beside The French Connection as one of the best police procedural movies ever made. It's gritty and realistic. There are no big set pieces or elaborate gun play. Bullitt is definitely not that type of action film. It takes its time, choosing to hike up the tension by letting scenes play out instead of punctuating every sequence with a gunshot. As I've mentioned, gun play is almost nonexistent. Frank always his gun in its holster and he only pulled it out in the last 10 minutes of the movie, firing it only twice. Unlike the PNP, Bullitt is not a trigger-happy psycho itching to bleed his culprit. He only shoots when he absolutely has to.

Technically, this movie is terrific. It was perfectly shot. The car chase (which it is most famous for), was excellently executed. The editing is great, scenes play out the way they should. But beyond the technical aspects of this movie, which gets excellent mark, it won't be the same without Steve McQueen. He just oozes cool and charm and his all business attitude makes him badass. Bullitt is always in control, he knows what he is doing every time. He's the perfect cop, I guess. His girlfriend doesn't understand the world he belongs to, the ugliness that he sees every day very much a part of his life. Being good at what he does has cost him greatly.

I've Watched the Watchmen

I found it to be good. I probably need to see it a second time to really be able to absorb the movie, and the fact that I didn't like the way I saw it two nights ago makes a second viewing a necessity. But right now, I find Watchmen to be a dense film, and I like the way it kicked my ass multiple times in its almost 3 hours of running time.

I read the comic a couple of years ago. The the 12 issue comic book was everything I ever heard it was; seminal, enduring, dark, dense, mind-blowing. It was definitely one of the best experiences I've had in reading. When I finally finished it, I spent days pondering the implications of the ending, questioning my preconceptions of villains and heroes, and evaluating the characters. Until that time, I've never read a comic that had as well fleshed out characters. Watchmen the comic is amazing.

The story is about an alternative 1985 where super-heroes, or masked vigilantes to be more precise since only one of them has actual superpowers, exist. So this is what our world would look like if actual heroes exist. The story begins with the killing of The Comedian, a retired superhero. Rorschach, the only masked vigilante remaining active after the Keene Act was passed, investigates his murder and seeks the help of his other colleagues. Together, the uncover a horrible conspiracy that would change their world as they know it.

Given that there will always be something lost in the translation or adaptation of books into film, I was surprised how much of the book remained intact, especially the character work.

Rorshcach is the same nut job in the comic book. He is the same bad-ass who sees things in black and white, no shade of gray in between. He sees only the dirt and grime of society, of humanity. From the very first time he's on screen, he expresses his disgust of the humans he's trying to protect. It makes one wonder why he keeps on doing what he does. His origin sequence is especially memorable and is one of my favorite parts of the movie. I have to say that Jackie Earle Haley who portrays him did a bang-up job, despite the fact that he has to act with a mask on most of the time. But his scenes without his mask were fantastic. He was able to show a Rorschach who was crazy, but at the same time giving him just enough of a humanity to ground him. Just enough that I didn't lose touch. Rorschach's final scene was especially affecting.

Another character that needs mention is Dr. Manhattan, the man god. How they were able to make a fully cgi character believable is beyond me, but I'm sure credit should be given to Billy Crudup's performance behind those pixels. His voice is disconnected to show how severed he is from humanity because in fact, he is no longer human. Because of a freak science lab accident, he gains the power to manipulate particles in an atomic level. He also sees time differently. The past, present, and future, makes no difference to him. He is the only one who has the power to save mankind. He is practically a god.

The Comedian is definitely one of the most despicable characters ever created in fiction, and certainly one of the most fascinating. He does so many horrible things that makes the character repulsive. But at the same time, his character begs for deeper understanding. As I see him, he is certainly the most enlightened out of all the characters in the story. He sees the world so clearly and it has caused him so much anguish, and the only way he can preserve his sanity is for him to look at everything as one big joke. He sees the world's evil but he admits that he has no power to change it. So he does what he can, take part on it. He is cynical about everything and he has no hope for change. He is a man who has given up on humanity because he believes that there is nothing that can be done to turn things around.

Patrick Wilson's Dan Dreiberg is the exact copy of the book. Definitely a great casting choice. He basically balances the absurdity of the other characters. He's not as obviously crazy as Rorschach. He's the normal guy in this crazy world.

The rest of the cast actually did a good job. I'm really not that discriminating when it comes to acting, unless the acting is so totally bad. There's none of that here. No actor was distractingly bad so I won't complain.

But if there's one thing that I have to whine about, it's Zack Snyder's stylistic choice in action. The action scenes are too gory for its own good. Gore doesn't actually gross me out, I'm actually a fan of it. I love Verhoeven as a matter of fact. But in this case, I think the gore is just too much. It makes the movie R rated for all the wrong reasons. I know I'll see this movie again, but it won't be because of the action. Because of the gore, the action is over the top and cartoony and it lessened the impact of some of the scenes that should have evoked terror. I'm afraid the gore in the fight scenes decreased the rewatchability factor of this movie for me.

Other than that though, the movie worked for me. The ending was ok if not a bit rushed. I'll probably see more flaws in subsequent viewings but I'm sure it will hold up. A lot of people point out plot holes to The Dark Knight but for some reason, I'm blind to them. heh heh. To sum it up, I liked this film. Between this and The Dark Knight, I still haven't decided which one I liked better. I just hope that this movie will be a success. Because if it is, it will certainly pave the way for more films of it's kind; adult, ballsy, smart. Love or hate this movie, don't expect anything else like this coming out in theaters this year.


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Thank ghad this movie came out at the time it did. It gave me something else to think about. It gave me a means of escape for a couple of hours. For 3 hours, I was transported to a place that is far different from my current reality. I never thought that I needed that, an escape. But I realized how much a good movie can change the way you are feeling at a given time.

I've been looking forward to this movie to hit cinemas for so long, almost a year. And now that it's finally over, I don't know if I still have anything to look forward to. It will be on for another couple of weeks, I'm sure, but I don't think that will be enough. heh

It will take more than excellently executed movies to get me through this. I have to find more productive preoccupations. I have to stop thinking about counter-productive things. I have to keep on going. If thinking about the future bothers me, I have to stop doing that now and live by the moment. If I have to abandon my hope on something, I still have to leave enough hope for myself. I believe that there is a future for me. I don't know what it is yet, but it is for me and for me alone. All I have is now and that is what I should live for.

Sorry if the above paragraph doesn't make any sense. It won't make sense for other people other than me. heh heh.

Ummm, Beer....

I am not well. No, I'm not sick. My health is perfectly fine. Well, not really. I can stand to lose a few pounds but other than that, I'm fine. I'm just not well.

I haven't had a drink for three weeks. I don't think I'm a particularly hard drinker. In fact, I have been known among my friends as the "weakest link" when it comes to drinking. I'd be lucky to have any semblance of consciousness or hint of a capacity for rational thought after a session of unrestricted consumption of alcohol (RH for the special occasions, empe for any other time). Well, not entirely unrestricted. I exaggerate. Restricted only by the amount my barkada is willing to spend. If they happened to be loaded, then I'm fucked. I'll be liable to either talk a lot of bullshit, puke on my shoes, puke on some other unlucky bastards shoes, pass out, go home walking like an undead in a George Romero movie in the middle of the street in the unholy hours of the morning, or all of the above in no particular order. Drinking does a lot of crazy things to me. Not having anything alcoholic for three straight weeks isn't actually a bad thing in and of itself. Hell, I'm tempted to think that it's actually a good thing. But no, that's not it at all.

I never liked alcohol because of it's smell, or taste. I actually hate the thought of my alcoholically wasted self. I hate it when I'm drunk. As I said, it makes me do a lot of stupid things which in turn give me reason to loathe myself after I regain my sobriety. That is why I never learned to enjoy drinking by myself. For me, alcohol is only good when I'm with my friends.

By my lonesome: alcohol = sucks

With my friends: alcohol = manna from heaven

"What are you trying to drive at?" you ask. Well ok. I am not well, that much has been established. But not because I've not been drinking. What I was clumsily trying to get at was that I'm like this because I realize that I haven't been with any, not a single one, of my friends in the last three weeks. I've turned down invitations to go out. What the hell is wrong with me?

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I'm in a very strange place right now. I still haven't decided what to think of it. I have just experienced two of the most amazing yet maddening months of my life. So much has happened including the most jarring change, the most unexpected story twist that I ever came across. I feel like a little kid who's been given the best lollipop he's ever tasted, but as soon as he finished savoring his first lick, some grown up snatches the candy from his grasp and told him that he can't finish it yet. "Don't worry little kid, this candy is still yours but I have to put it away for a while. I'll give it back eventually, but only if you're a good boy."

Forget this stupid analogy. I can't vouch for it's accuracy because I have a proclivity for hyperbole. I'll say this though, It isn't hyperbole when I say that one of the last two months has been the best 30 days of my whole life. I'd be hard pressed to think of another month in my 25 years on this Planet that has been as consistently amazing. It's the truth. I miss her so.

I hate Nicholas Sparks for writing "Nights in Rodanthe". Also true.

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I've never thought about the future as hard as I have been the past few weeks. I've never been so frightened either. Frightened of losing, of failing, of not being adequate. A long time ago, I decided to live life one day at a time, one failure at a time. Yep, I've lot's of failures. That is a fact, and it has never daunted me. I figured I'll get another crack at it, I'll get another chance... How foolish I have been. Hindsight is such a bitch.

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I don't know what to do with myself. What am I to do with the things that bother me? What do I do with them when their so trivial. Text messages shouldn't rule my life. So what if my inbox is empty? So what if I don't hear from her? So fucking what? Am I suppose to feel insignificant? Am supposed to throw a fit? Should I throw myself of a bridge? Am I supposed to be driven mad with doubt? These are stupid questions. The answer is obviously "Ye"... er... "No, you retard! Are you a fucking idiot?!? Deal with your feelings of insecurity right this instance!"

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Forgive me, I have digressed far too remotely. But give me another moment to pose one last question. What is a lonely man to do when the things that he expects to give him joy is not able to do what he expects? I don't know the right answer. But lately, I haven't been getting the amount of fun I was expecting from my movies, my music, and my books. I remember Paul Schrader's theory about loneliness and isolation. I believe he said that lonely people push other people away when in fact the very cause of their loneliness is their isolation. How fucking obvious! I guess it's time to seek out my berks, or what's left of them. Will they be able to remember me? I'll find out,but that will have to wait til tomorrow.

P.S. This song has been stuck in my head for the last three weeks. HOW CAN I MAKE IT STOPPPP?!?!?