WANTED

Action-packed, stylized shoot-em-up without any brains. If “WANTED” were a woman, it would be a dumb blonde pretending to be intelligent.

Let’s face it folks, “Bullet-Bending” has been done before by the likes of Lito Lapid and other Filipino B-Movie action stars. Don’t even get me started on the “twist” scene, Good Lord, It was screaming “Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back” all over again. George Lucas should sue.

The ending scene’s intention on breaking habits and seizing the day, albeit inspiring, has been done before. Watch Dead Poets Society, you’ll see what I mean.

The movie is chocful of bad clichés and puns that I yearned for the pills James McAvoy’s character has been popping. The overall cinenatography didn’t fully capture the dark and grim atmosphere of the comic book (yes folks, it’s a comic book movie).

All in all, it was still entertaining enough to sit through. I still recommend it like I recommend watching Pam and Tommy’s sex video.

So… What the fuck have you done today?

Rant

I just need to get this off my chest. I just suffered one of the biggest heartbreaks/disappointments in my advertising career. The commercial that I’m going to shoot for virgin cola has a high probability of not airing in the Greater Manila Area. Damn, my poor brainchild…

Prodigal Son

Damn, its been a while. I missed writing here. It feels as if I’ve come home.

Anyway, I wrote this post just to give people a heads up that I’m back writing again. Damn, I really missed this…

Pour mon amour

 

Vous êtes mon espoir
J’ai trouvé mon bonheur dans vous
Quand vous êtes dans des mes bras
J’oublie toute la douleur

Celui qui se produise, je ne vous laisserai jamais
Je combattrai pour notre amour
Je combattrai pour notre amour jusqu’aux extrémités de la terre

Je t’aime maintenant, je t’aime pour toujours

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image by Jo Chen

The Man in Black

by Johnny Cash 

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.