Friday, August 24, 2012

Chronicle


Tonight I saw a recent film called “Chronicle” directed by Joshua Trank.  It’s one of those unexpected movies that suddenly become really popular hits even though it didn’t have any overhyped superstar Hollywood celebrity cast members, publicity, and all that paraphernalia.  It was pure story – and I loved it from start to finish.

It centers on Andrew, a high school senior who is faced with such a hard life to cope with – poverty, a mother who’s very ill, an abusive drunk of a father, bullying at school, isolation and loneliness.  The one person he could call a friend is his cousin, Matt. 



One day Matt forces him to go to a party.  Things don’t go well for Andrew there and Steve, their popular classmate, approaches Andrew and urges him to explore something that had been discovered in the woods.  It turns out to be a cavern that leads deep underground, tunneling into the earth.  There Andrew, Steve and Matt encounter something inexplicable – an alien object or creature.  Their contact with this object causes the three of them to develop telekinetic powers.  As they explore and experiment with their newfound abilities, getting stronger and becoming more and more creative with it, the friendship and camaraderie among the three friends grow as well.  Things seem to be looking up for Andrew; he has friends now, and he has power.  But it didn’t make anything easier for him and as his troubles continually plague and overwhelm him, he feels all the more alone and desperate.  Andrew starts to lose control and use his power in a very destructive manner.  He succumbs to his despair and lets all Hell break loose in a seething rampage that leads to the story’s inexorable tragic culmination. 

I love how the film is entitled “Chronicle” because the events unfold from the perspective of a number of different cameras, but mostly Andrew’s own.  You see the story from a third party point of view; you are merely an observer, chronicling the events of the developing drama.  In effect, the camera perspective becomes as much a barrier between you, the audience, and Andrew’s world, as it was between Andrew and the harsh realities of his world.  It allowed him to feel detached, isolated, and safe from all the cruelty and the loneliness.

Beautifully imagined and executed, this film is definitely an amplified reflection of this, our world.  This is what happens when people are pushed too far – they break.  It is a glaring commentary on the truth around us – poverty, domestic abuse, bullying, and isolation.  Once people become sunk in despair, they look for something that they feel empowering and they let loose.  Look around at the shooting rampages in schools, bombs thrown around like so many cigarette stubs, massacres left and right.  This movie made me look hard, and let me think about my actions, the actions of the people around me, and so much more.  I highly recommend this to everyone.  See it, think about it, and maybe it will change everything, including yourself.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Kiss - Mirabilia

This is my current project, "The Kiss" by Nora Corbett.  I simply love the design of this - the romantic air, the intimacy of the two lovers simply being with each other - it's quite dream-like and reminiscent of fairy tales where happily ever after is possible.  I've converted the gown's colors to blue, though, as blue is my favorite color.  Also, I will substitute the beads and Kreinik Metallics with locally available products, as Mill Hill Beads and Kreinik Metallics can be quite expensive and hard to come by here where I am.  The description in www.mirabilia.com goes:

Strolling through a garden abloom with pink and crimson roses, this romantic couple shares a sweet moment of their honeymoon.  Her gown is awash with pink iridescent Pebble Beads and blue, peach and pale rose Kreinik Metallics.  He, of course, is simply tall, dark, and handsome.



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Saturday, August 11, 2012

Rain, Flood, and Songs of Love and Death


For three days and three nights, my town suffered from severe flooding.  Monsoon rains have been unforgiving and merciless.  In our house, flood waters came up to mid-thigh.  Out on the streets the waters came up to higher than a man.  We carried what we could up to the second story of our home, and locked ourselves in with enough food and water that would last for about two, maybe three nights. You can just imagine our fear and worry, the frustration at the unstopping pouring rain.  

Still, this was not as bad as it had been in September 2009, when a typhoon called Ondoy came and submerged practically the whole city and claimed thousands of lives.  Much had been lost then.  I could definitely say that for my family at least, this time around wasn’t as bad as it was before.  We are now on the recovery, cleaning the mud and debris from our homes and our streets; and hoping, like we did before, that such a thing will not happen again.  But nature doesn’t play favorites.  We wait and see. 


During those nights of fear, anxiety, and loss of electricity, I chose to read “Songs of Love and Death: All-Original Tales of Star-Crossed Love.” I thought it was most appropriate for reading in candlelight.  And I was right; I couldn’t have chosen a better book to read that time.  Edited by George R.R. Martin and Gardner Dozois, the stories in this book were alternately tragic, joyful, sexy, suspenseful, mysterious, and poetic.  It’s a smooth blend of the best that sci-fi, fantasy, and romance have to offer.  I’d like to say that I have a favorite among them, but I definitely enjoyed all of the tales, and I will surely revisit this book in the uncertain future.  This book is absolutely beautiful, and will stay in my mental list of most memorable books.  The premise at the back says:

From zombie-infested woods in a post-apocalyptic America to faerie-haunted rural fields in eighteenth century England, from the kingdoms of high fantasy to the alien world of a galaxy-spanning empire, join star-crossed lovers as they struggle against the forces of magic and fate.

Here are the story titles and their authors:

1. Love Hurts – Jim Butcher
2. The Marrying Maid – Jo Beverly
3. Rooftops – Carrie Vaughn
4. Hurt Me – M.L.N. Hanover
5. Demon Lover – Cecelia Holland
6. The Wayfarer’s Advice – Melinda M. Snodgrass
7. Blue Boots – Robin Hobb
8. The Thing About Cassandra – Neil Gaiman
9. After the Blood – Marjorie M. Liu
10. You, and You Alone – Jacqueline Carey
11. His Wolf – Lisa Tuttle
12. Courting Trouble – Linnea Sinclair
13. The Demon Dancer – Mary Jo Putney
14. Under/Above the Water – Tanith Lee
15. Kaskia – Peter S. Beagle
16. Man in the Mirror – Yasmine Galenorn
17. A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows – Diana Gabaldon

The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald


This is probably the third or fourth time that I’ve read this book, and it still unfailingly captivates me.  I was in high school when I first read it and I’ve loved it ever since. I decided to reread it because I saw the trailer for the new Baz Luhrman movie that’s coming out soon.  I can’t wait to watch that film, and see for myself if it does the book justice.  I’ve heard this book deemed as the “great American novel” before, so that movie has a lot of expectant pressure riding on it.

So many things have been said of this book, so I won’t go into its nitty-gritty anymore.  Suffice it to say that it’s definitely one of my favorite stories, and I’ve always had a crush on Jay Gatsby.  I’ve always felt that Daisy didn’t deserve him.  But then, I don’t think Gatsby would be so enigmatic and charming, and everything else he is, without Daisy to motivate his actions. 

I love the lyricism of the story, the images that the words conjure.  I love the vivid detail that went into the description – music, the sounds of wine glasses and high heels, the smell of cigarette smoke, the sultry stares of the partying guests at the mansion, and the fancy cars.  You fall into that world, and you feel the characters’ excitement, their longings, and their regrets.  It’s a wonderfully colorful, thoughtful, and tragic world.  Please read it and enjoy, as countless others have. 

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Monday, August 6, 2012

The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea - Yukio Mishima


The premise goes:

The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea  tells of a band of savage thirteen-year-old boys who reject the adult world as illusory, hypocritical, and sentimental, and train themselves in a brutal callousness they call “objectivity”.  When the mother of one of them begins an affair with a ship’s officer, he and his friends idealise the man at first; but it is not long before they conclude that he is in fact soft and romantic.  The regard their disappointment in him as an act of betrayal on his part, and react violently.

This book reminded me so strongly of another favorite, William Golding’s The Lord of the Flies because of the particular feature involving youths exhibiting unrestrained cruelty.  In this book, the scene where they brutally slaughter the cat is one of the most horrific that I have ever encountered.  As I read it my heart pounded madly and goosebumps rose on the skin of my arms – it was rendered in such gruesome detail and the narration felt like it would never end.  I asked myself how anyone could have justified what felt like such an unnecessarily violent scene, but as I read the book to the end I realized of course that it was important and was actually a stroke of genius on the author’s part.  Mishima was indeed a great literary master.


The main characters are Noboru, a thirteen-year-old boy with a fascination for ships and the sea.  He belonged to a gang of smart, yet disillusioned boys of the same age, led by “The Chief”.  Noboru’s widowed mother, Fusako, runs a shop that specializes in western luxury fashion items.  She enters into an affair with Ryuji, a Second Mate, when she and her son tour the ship that he works in.

The novel is very much character-driven.  You feel that the story moves because of the very nature of the lives that people it.  And although it is quite a depressing, emotionally taxing tale, I couldn’t help but admire how gracefully it was delivered.  The language was just so poetic; and I’m sure that even more beauty had been lost in translation.  You get to know the characters, how they thought, the motives behind their actions, their loneliness, their anger and frustration, and the way they cope with the world they are faced with.  You feel for them and come to understand them somehow, even those lost boys who feel that they have no hope and no other choices left but to do what their lives have led them to believe must be done.  Some people say that this novel is largely allegorical, that this is how Mishima saw Japan during his time, and it is how he expressed his disappointment with his country.  Perhaps they are right, because if you look closely enough there certainly are many parallels.  Ideas such as fascination with western luxuries, the abandonment of Japanese traditions, trading off one’s ideals and dreams of glory, the feeling of helplessness and being compelled to move along and face the “realities” – these are all represented in the book.  If this was indeed Mishima’s way of venting his anger at Japan, then he did it through such a thought-provoking and unforgettable masterpiece.  I recommend the book for the provocative insights it gives, and the emotional turmoil that it allows you to experience.  For what else is a good book for, if not to disturb your soul? 

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