The Avengers: Age of Ultron

April 22 saw me trooping to the mall initially to see the Manny Pacquiao biopic Kid Kulafu. Instead, we found that the movie was no longer showing and in its place was the newest Avengers movie.

I honestly had no plans of watching the movie on the big screen because I knew (and I was right) that it would be nothing but explosions and smashing and city property getting damaged and heroes getting bruised and alien tech being used. Nevertheless, I was still excited to see the next installment since I had seen the previous movies in the same universe (Guardians of the Galaxy included).

This latest movie, despite having a stand-alone story, exists as part of a series, and by that I don’t just mean The Avengers series. I know you know what I mean, so I won’t delve deeper into that. What I do want to talk about is how Ultron was completely unexpected for me.

I am what you’d call a casual Marvel fan. I just watch the movies for the pure entertainment of watching them. I don’t go around in costume, nor do I join fan-targetted or organized events. I do not write fanfiction. I just like the movies and gush over… well, none of them, to be honest. Therefore, allow me to say that I did not expect much from the movie.

However, Ultron was still a bit underwhelming for me. Coming from the big bad alien war of the first movie, I thought there’d be something similar in this one, and I thought Ultron (the character) was that big bad alien.

(minor spoilers under the cut)

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The Holiday

After Pride and Prejudice, this is my number 2 go-to movie.

Just look at those four good looking people.

Eh. Excuse the horrible pics please.

Eh. Excuse the horrible pics please.

And that opening monologue kills me every time.

I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true.  Shakespeare said, “Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that…but I’m more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should I’m constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said, “Love is blind.” Now, that is something I know to be true. For some, quite inexplicably… Love fades. For others…love is simply lost. But then, of course, love can also be found. Even if just for the night. And then there’s another kind of love. The cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims.  It’s called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space. Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved…that man for over three miserable years. The absolute worst years of my life.  The worst Christmases, the worst birthdays, New Year’s Eves brought in by tears and Valium. These years I’ve been in love have been the darkest days of my life….all because I’m cursed by being in love with a man who does not…and will not love me back. Oh, God, just the sight of him. Heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow.


That moment she tries valiantly to hold those tears in…

Kingsman (2015)

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If there ever was a movie for which the adjective “mind-blowing” would be appropriate, then this would be it.

Kingsman: The Secret Service tells the story of Eggsy Unwin (Taron Egerton) who gets recruited by super secret spy Harry Hart/Gallahad (Colin Firth).

The film plays on the traditional/old-fashioned spy movies and refers to those frequently. You have your megalomaniac who seeks to change the world through “questionable” means, the gentleman super spy who can kick ass in a bespoke suit, and the young recruit looking to prove himself.

Pretty straightforward and simple, right?

The shocker for me was not in the fact that Colin Firth–the quintessential, gentleman, the man whom other men have to live up to no thanks to his Mr. Darcy role–could plausibly disarm and bring down an entire congregation of people. The shocker for me was the violence.

The local R-16 was lenient, in my opinion. But then again my judgment could be tainted by my teacher ways, so let me rephrase that.

Kingsman takes the word “secret” to a while new level. It had disguised itself as a thoroughly proper and respectable and sort of generic spy movie with the added twist of the secret agency literally being super secret that not even the world’s most popular secret service agencies knew about their existence. They were like the Illuminati except that they were the good guys. The lack of dark overtones in the film processing* and the very few but appropriately placed humorous moments gave one the impression that THERE WAS NOTHING TO BE HORRIFIED ABOUT.


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In a good way.

I’m not quite sure how “horrified in a good way” works, so let me just ramble a bit.

You know how the James Bond movies or other super spy movies always look gritty on screen or have these dark gray or blue color overlay (someone with film tech know-how help me quick!) to emphasize the dankness and the seriousness of the film? WELL, Kingsman was all oranges and yellows and blues and greens and purples. It was colorful. It was bright. It was clean. It was so neat you’d be afraid of eating flavored popcorn for fear of soiling your fingers.

PLUS Colin Firth was such a perfect and poised gentleman that when he finally brought out the moves your mouth just drops and you find yourself leaning forward in your seat while cringing or cowering or all of the above.

Mind-blowing? Definitely. LITERALLY, even.

Secretive? You bet. Who the hell knew Mr. Darcy could move like that? Who the hell knew he could disarm, dismember, behead, maim, kill people with the speed and agility of a champion martial artist and the poise of an aristocrat?

Who knew Samuel L. Jackson could be more annoying than ever? (personal bias, sorry. Not a big fan of the dude)

Who knew a more violent mainstream movie than Kill Bill could exist?

This movie isn’t all about the shock factor, though.

Once you get past the blood and gore and the impeccably tailored suits, you realize that movie makes some pretty compelling points.

One: we humans are the disease killing our planet. What happens when the body gets infected by a virus? The body gets feverish in an attempt to get rid of the virus. Bottomline? The virus dies. Mother Nature is the body, global warming is the fever, and we are the virus. WE die.

Some people might think this is just trivial in an action movie, but, for me, the analogy makes so much sense that it’s hard to ignore. I’m not going to wait for a Richmond Valentine to come and help Mother Nature along. None of us should.

Two: Women. I was going to say that women play a huge role in this film until I realized that there were only two major female characters here, and even then they were only in supporting roles. Roxy and Gazelle were pretty badass, but they still play second-fiddle to the men. Although the movie shows that women are just as competent (MORE, even) as men, the movie also shows that they still need to be tempered by the men. Roxy needed Eggsy to calm her down before the skydiving exercise. Gazelle was too bloodthirsty that she needed Valentine’s weak stomach to rein her in from shedding more blood. I’d personally like to see a movie where both hero and villain are female, and I’d like for this to be a serious movie and not a comedy like what we usually have here locally (Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah comes to mind even though technically the protagonist is a guy).

Three: Times are a-changing. Gadgets, particularly our smartphones, can be mankind’s downfall.

There really is so much about this movie that one can say. Colin Firth was perfect. Whatever doubt I had that he could move like a lean mean killing machine flew out the window when I saw his action sequences. Taron Egerton was just as amazing. I’d have wanted to see him do more parkour, though. Roxy was underdeveloped. I wish we had seen more of her spy abilities. Gazelle was just absolutely wicked.

Watch it.

Watch IT.



*I’m not a film expert, so I don’t know the terminology.

Films over the break

Before Sunrise (1995)

Before Sunrise (1995)

Dialogue. Pure dialogue.


Only INSANE people would stick around to watch a movie in which nothing happens.

Two people explore a European city and do nothing but talk. And kiss sometimes, but mainly they just talk.

I put off watching this movie because of that, and I suppose what changed this time is that I had nothing else better to do and a friend had repeatedly enthused over this. It helped, as well, that he volunteered to watch “with” me.

I’m glad I did.

Jesse and Celine’s conversations and musings are definitely not for everybody, but in my opinion, everybody who watches the movie–and I mean really pays attention to the movie (I had to rewind some parts because I was chatting on Facebook)–comes away with some sort of self-realization. I don’t know what my personal realization is yet, but the only thing I DO know after watching this is that I identified so much with Celine. I don’t identify with her experiences, but it seemed that everything she said in that movie I could relate with.


I’ve THOUGHT those things also. Perhaps it was good that I put off watching this movie until now because I don’t think this movie would have made much sense to me if I had seen this when I was younger. I don’t think it’d have meant as much as it does now.

This kind of begs the question: what DOES it mean to me now?

This movie has in no way made me want to suddenly carpe the diem out of my life, but it has made me think about how I feel about things. I’m a pretty emotional person, but I’ve always been able to rationalize my feelings away, and as I watched Celine and Jesse exhaust the night away in conversation, I started to think why the hell I haven’t seized the frikkin day when I could have?

The whole movie, to me, was an exercise in spontaneity. Even though all that happened was mainly conversation, the act of sharing to a complete stranger and spending a whole day with A COMPLETE STRANGER is a spontaneous act, isn’t it? And it had to take SOME level of trust that what was going to happen was going to be life-changing in a good way. And here’s my realization, I suppose: that I’ve never been able to trust anybody completely.

Oh wait.

That’s not really new.

I suppose the movie just brought that back up to the surface.

I don’t know anymore.

My brain has stopped processing the movie.

Goodbye, world.

I’m going to watch a new movie:

What If with Daniel Radcliffe.

Sana Dati (2013)

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The movie goes by If Only in English, right?

I finished watching the movie approximately 15 minutes ago, and while I am in love with the movie, I find myself at a loss for words to explain this love.

So I shall do what I usually do in cases of word-depravation (see? I can’t even find the right word for this case), I shall do free writing and blabber and hope I end up with a pretty good entry for the day.

And there are spoilers here, so if you haven’t seen the movie and you want to, skip if you don’t want spoilers.


Where do I begin?

It’s a love story, and, being the hopeless romantic that I am, of course I love this movie. I think.

And then there’s the rub. In love you don’t think, right? You do crazy things. Like forget to take your meds, you little love fool (I so want to use that word I used in my chat but no).

But why does love have to be irrational? Why ugh.

I’ll just talk about Robert.


He’s a good guy. I thought he’d be horrible after discovering that he was a politician, but his answer to a question during the wedding video interview made me think otherwise. He said that he stopped being a politician because you can’t be a public servant and a politician at the same time. It was impossible. I like that he went into politics really wanting to make positive changes in society, but I don’t like that he quit because it kind of implies a lack of a backbone. And his dad mentions other things he didn’t push through with, and you kind of get this picture that he’s a weak guy, that he’s a guy without any strong convictions.

But all of those changed when he said during his wedding vows, “Sigurado ako na mahal kita. Sigurado ako sa’yo.” At that time, what hurt was the knowledge that those were the exact lines Andrea’s ex told her. The same ex that Andrea still loves.

God. Her face when he said that line. She forced a smile. She recognized that line.

And Robert’s face was just agony. How can I make her see that I love her? How can I make her understand? How can I ease her pain? Because dammit you know that he knows she’s in pain. And all he could do was wait helplessly at the side. One could argue this was another sign of weakness, but oh no. When he says during a private moment that he’s always known about the ex, you realize that he’s loved her truly madly deeply and unconditionally. He’s just been there all this time, loving her. (dammit I’m crying) He doesn’t care that she doesn’t love him back. He doesn’t care that she wasn’t ready. I think that he nearly broke down during the vows because he knew he could be forcing her into something she didn’t want to at that time. I don’t know. My mind’s a mess right now.

But one thing is clear. Robert’s love shone through in the end. It was patient. It was understanding. It was clear and pure and unconditional. What he liked in his backbone, his heart more than made up for it. He was sure of his love for her.

And when she took his hand, you know that she finally knew it, she finally understood it, she finally felt it and she was able to love him back.

Excuse me while I cry.

Live blogging my viewing of “Sana Dati”

Got the idea ten minutes into the film from Marckie, one of the best people in the world and probably the biggest fan of this movie.

What does live blogging mean anyway? Do I type down my thoughts on this draft page as I watch? Or do I publish all thoughts as they come?

Hm. I’ll do the former. I’ll include my comments to Marckie while chatting with him.

Putting this under a Read more tag because this is gonna be LOOOOOOOOOOOONG.


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