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Sunday, May 29, 2005
My take on episode III
note: It took me 3 days to finish this post...
Sith. What kind of a word is that? Sith. It sounds to me like the noise that emerges when you block one nostril and blow through the other, but to George Lucas it is a name that trumpets evil. What is proved beyond question by "Star Wars: Episode III Revenge of the Sith," the latest, and you will be shattered to hear, the last installment of his sci-fi bonanza, is that Lucas, though his eye may be greedy for sensation, has an ear of purest cloth. All those who concoct imagined worlds must populate and name them, and the resonance of those names is a fairly accurate guide to the mettle of the imagination in question. Tolkien, earthed in Old English, had a head start that led him straight to the flinty perfection of Mordor and Orc. Here, by contrast, are some Lucas inventions: Palpatine. Sidious. Mace Windu (Isn't that something you spray on naughty babies?). And Sith
This film is the tale of his temptation. We already know the outcome, Anakin will indeed drop the killer-monk Jedi look and become Darth Vader, the hockey goalkeeper from hell, because it forms the substance of the original "Star Wars." One of the things that make Episode III so dismal is the time and effort expended on Anakin's conversion. Early in the story, he enjoys a sprightly light-sabre duel with Count Dooku, which ends with the removal of the Count's hands. Anakin prepares to scissor off the head, while the mutilated Dooku kneels for mercy. A nice setup, with Palpatine egging our hero on from the background. The trouble is that Anakin's choice of action now will be decisive, and the remaining two hours of the film scene after scene in which Hayden Christensen has to glower and glare, blazing his conundrum to the skies will add nothing to the result. "Something's happening. I'm not the Jedi I should be," he says. This is especially worrying for his wife, Padme', who is great with child. Correction: with children.
What can you say about a civilization where people zip from one solar system to the next as if they were changing their socks but where a woman fails to register for an ultrasound, and thus to realize that she is carrying twins until she is about to give birth? Mind you, how Padme' got pregnant is anybody's guess, although I'm prepared to wager that it involved Anakin nipping into a broom closet with a warm glass jar and a copy of Ewok Babes. After all, the Lucasian universe is drained of all reference to bodily functions. Nobody ingests or excretes. Language remains unblue. Smoking and cursing are out of bounds, as is drunkenness. Did Lucas learn nothing from "Alien" and "Blade Runner" from the suggestion that other times and places might be no less rusted and septic than ours, and that the creation of a disinfected galaxy, where even the storm troopers wear bright-white outfits, looks not so much fantastical as dated? What Lucas has devised, over six movies, is a terrible puritan dream: a morality tale in which both sides are bent on moral cleansing, and where their differences can be assuaged only by a triumphant circus of violence. Judging from the whoops and crowings that greeted the opening credits, this is the only dream we are good for. We get the films we deserve.
The general opinion of "Revenge of the Sith" seems to be that it marks a distinct improvement on the last two episodes, "The Phantom Menace" and "Attack of the Clones." True, but only in the same way that dying from natural causes is preferable to crucifixion. So much here is guaranteed to cause either offense or pain. But the prize for the least speakable burst of dialogue has, over half a dozen helpings of "Star Wars," grown into a fiercely contested tradition, but for once the winning entry is clear, shared between Anakin and Padme' for their exchange of endearments at home:
"You're so beautiful."
"That's only because I'm so in love."
"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."
For a moment, it looked as if they might bat this one back and forth forever, like a baseline rally on a clay court. Tacky is the word that best decribes such a dialogue.
But enough of my rantings, because true to the Lucas form of movies, people will see it twice, nay thrice and it will earn a gazillion dollars, proving that we, as a society stills yearns, just for 3 hours, to be sucked out of our own world and be brought into a place that is seemingly better than ours, but not perfect.
posted by michael at 9:02 AM .
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Note: this post was made upon request for whatever reason it may serve... hehehehe
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Coming soon... My very bias movie review of Star wars episode III!
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I won't go on to the details; telling all the drama and angst that goes on in planning a class outing, but instead I'll be positive and write all the good things that happened while in Bulacan.
Last Thursday, Pai, Phnas, Trish, Ghala, and I went to Bulacan to go swimming. Three of my classmates, namely Joel, Jelo and SD already lives in Bulacan so that gives a total of 8! And "yes" its still considered a class outing.
First things first, this trip wouldn't be successful with the generosity of Pai, for the transpo, SD, for the dinner, Jelo for our lunch. Thanks guys...
The place was awesome, weirdly named "Cocoon," it was somewhere in Malolos near Joel's place (as in sa kanto nila). It had a mini bar, a jacuzzi, a billiard table, three bedrooms, blah blah... I really can't descriptively justify the place properly, I'll just try to post some pics!
There are 4 (four) factors that spells success in a class outing. These 4 are the following:
The FOOD factor...
Did we have food? Yes we did... lots of it!! Besides our "Snacks," Jelo sponsored lunch, while SD sponsored our dinner. Two complete meals free of charge.
The FRIEND factor...
For the first time, each barkada in our class was well represented. Ghala for PLP, Pai and Phnas for theirs, Trish for hers, so on...
The FUN factor...
Since the place was amazingly cool, finding something fun to do was not a problem.
The FEAR factor...
Every outing we had, we try to challenge ourselves by conquering a certain fear. In Batangas it was swimming in the open sea, this time it was jumping from the second floor into the pool. Everybody did it, except for Jelo aka "Chicken shit" and Ghala.
All in all, the trip was an unwavering success proving that generosity when given whole-heartedly, and taken without malice, will make up one hell of an outing!!
Last Thursday, Pai, Phnas, Trish, Ghala, and I went to Bulacan to go swimming. Three of my classmates, namely Joel, Jelo and SD already lives in Bulacan so that gives a total of 8! And "yes" its still considered a class outing.
First things first, this trip wouldn't be successful with the generosity of Pai, for the transpo, SD, for the dinner, Jelo for our lunch. Thanks guys...
The place was awesome, weirdly named "Cocoon," it was somewhere in Malolos near Joel's place (as in sa kanto nila). It had a mini bar, a jacuzzi, a billiard table, three bedrooms, blah blah... I really can't descriptively justify the place properly, I'll just try to post some pics!
There are 4 (four) factors that spells success in a class outing. These 4 are the following:
The FOOD factor...
Did we have food? Yes we did... lots of it!! Besides our "Snacks," Jelo sponsored lunch, while SD sponsored our dinner. Two complete meals free of charge.
The FRIEND factor...
For the first time, each barkada in our class was well represented. Ghala for PLP, Pai and Phnas for theirs, Trish for hers, so on...
The FUN factor...
Since the place was amazingly cool, finding something fun to do was not a problem.
The FEAR factor...
Every outing we had, we try to challenge ourselves by conquering a certain fear. In Batangas it was swimming in the open sea, this time it was jumping from the second floor into the pool. Everybody did it, except for Jelo aka "Chicken shit" and Ghala.
All in all, the trip was an unwavering success proving that generosity when given whole-heartedly, and taken without malice, will make up one hell of an outing!!
posted by michael at 11:46 AM .
Monday, May 23, 2005
posted by michael at 10:06 PM .
Sunday, May 22, 2005
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While everyone I know seems to have a vivid idea on what they want to do after graduating, I, on the other hand, am clueless. What do I do? Should I go to med school or law school and study till I freakin die or should I start working immediately after graduating? And how about graduate school and taking a masters degree? I have too many questions, questions that should've been answered a long time ago. Don't get me wrong, I still have a year to decide, but the problem is, last year I said I had 2 years to decide, and a year before that I said I had 3 years to decide and so on. It would have been so much easier for me to decide if someone would have told me that one thing was better for me than the other, but nobody has, and in all sense of making an independent decision, nobody should. But the irony is, I just wish somebody would! I've failed to see the gravity of deciding what to do and what I want in my life, that the enthusiasm and conviction of making such a decision has all been drained out of me. In other words, I don't want to decide because I can't decide!
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, there's air of silence
In the bedroom and all around
Touch me now,
I close my eyes
And dream away...
Excerpt from a song!
posted by michael at 9:09 AM .
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
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While everyone I know seems to have a vivid idea on what they want to do after graduating, I, on the other hand, am clueless. What do I do? Should I go to med school or law school and study till I freakin die or should I start working immediately after graduating? And how about graduate school and taking a masters degree? I have too many questions, questions that should've been answered a long time ago. Don't get me wrong, I still have a year to decide, but the problem is, last year I said I had 2 years to decide, and a year before that I said I had 3 years to decide and so on. It would have been so much easier for me to decide if someone would have told me that one thing was better for me than the other, but nobody has, and in all sense of making an independent decision, nobody should. But the irony is, I just wish somebody would! I've failed to see the gravity of deciding what to do and what I want in my life, that the enthusiasm and conviction of making such a decision has all been drained out of me. In other words, I don't want to decide because I can't decide!
Opinions are very much welcome... Thanks!
posted by michael at 9:25 PM .
Saturday, May 07, 2005
I'm finally FREE.... FREE I say!!
Yesterday, I've finally completed my 100 hours (with 2 hours OT) of OJT at MEDICAL CITY!! And if you were to ask me how to describe my experience, one word would always pop in my mind... it was TIRING!! Believe me, this word is even an understatement.
So I might be exaggerating a little, but everyday I would come to class from 7-11 then go to work at 1 and I come home at pass 7, tired as hell and just wish it was all over. I did this routine for 4 whole weeks. Now tell me if that's not tiring, I don't know what the word tired is!
Note to self: I need to celebrate... hmmmm... What to do?? Ideas anyone!!
BTW, I would like to say thanks to HERA for the blog layout!! *This will inflate your already big ego*
posted by michael at 11:07 AM .