13 November 2012

Les Misérables - International Trailer


When I finally got to see the full international trailer for Les Misérables, I watched the two-and-a-half video with bated breath, not quite understanding what's going on. As is wont to happen when I'm overcome with emotions, I squealed and ajklsdfhaasdjkldg;1!asfbaergsd;' my way through my microblogging entries.

I think what happened was my brain was slow on the uptake in comprehending the massiveness of scope and sheer visual magnitude of the film. The gorgeous sets, the resounding orchestra, the poignant lyrics of the songs, the costumes--everything was grandiose as befit the musical phenomenon inspired by Victor Hugo's chef d'oeuvre.

However, I think I was more overwhelmed with the beauty of the dynamic between Valjean and Cosette shown in the trailer. It was the central point of the book for me, and I find it quite lacking in the musical. By lacking I mean it was there but not just magnified and given focus (and quite understandable because of the many story lines that need to be simplified). When Valjean (Hugh Jackman) called Cosette (Isabelle Allen) and addressed her as Mademoiselle, I actually teared up. Here is an ex-convict who had almost given up from the hateful world, showing affection to a girl who has equally been devoid of receiving care and love. And when they found each other, it was so glorious.

Of course, the trailer also has many other amazing factors. The overture truly exudes in me feelings of anticipation and wonder. Boublil and Schönberg's music is really awe-inspiring. We also finally got to see the Thénardiers! (Can I just say that HBC is so goddamn sassy in that two seconds during "Master of the House"?) The barricades were enormous and seeing it in whole really gave goose prickles, not to mention the galleys and the chain gang. It also helps (or maybe it does not) my fangirl heart to see the West End Les Miserables actors and actresses I have come to love and adore. (Oh, Samantha! Allistair! Hadley! Killian! Jamie! And I really hoped to see Colm Wilkinson here. But I guess that could wait. Hihi.)

But really, I simply just can't put into words how this movie is going to be so beautiful and heartbreaking. As I might have said before, excitement is an understatement for the feelings I have regarding this film.

03 November 2012

Winter has come

These past few months have seen me wallowing in emotions and journeying through the fantastic lands of Ice and Fire. I first encountered this world through the HBO series "Game of Thrones." And though I'm quite wont to reproaching myself for having discovered it just now instead of years and years earlier, I am still glad to know, experience and learn more about the exquisite and vivid world crafted by George R. R. Martin. In the shuttle on the way to work, during lunch breaks, while waiting in line, before going to sleep, and basically whenever I had free (and actually not-so-free) time, I found myself reading each of the current five books of the saga "A Song of Ice and Fire." All of them are almost a thousand page apiece and all of them gripping, intriguing and... addicting.

"'The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer's farce is almost done. My son is home.' Something about the way Lord Wyman said that chilled Davos to the bone."

The line is from "A Dance with Dragons," the fifth book from the saga. And all the five books are filled with such breath-stealing moments and utterly captivating plot lines that flow seamlessly through the pages. I did feel cold fingers down my back when I read that line spoken by Lord Wyman Manderly, even before I got to the part about Lord Davos. "The north remembers" resonate so well to us readers who have journeyed and empathized with the northern men, and the sequence of the dialogues in this part just set the delivery of the line at its most affecting. 

"I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act." 
-- "A Clash of Kings" (Book II)

It has been known that the dynamic in "A Song of Ice and Fire" is not the usual good versus bad. In this land of continuous power struggle and betrayal and personal ambitions, every single character is capable of fighting his way through the labyrinthine quasi-medieval society of Westeros and the lands beyond the Narrow Sea. Each book in the series is bursting with action and twists that don't let go, and the high fantasy elements of dragons, skinchangers, and prophecies add more fervor in the events that transpired. 

In stories of the scale such as "A Song of Ice and Fire," there are bound to be a dazzling array of characters--from knights to sorcerers, from bards to sellswords, from kings to slaves, from bastards to lords, I have met their kinds. And what's so addicting about GRRM's world is that every single character he cared to introduce ends up being a personality that sticks in the mind even if his/her appearances in the books are hundreds of pages in between. It's easy to get lost in the tangled plot and subplots set in many wondrous places. But when a character you thought you don't exactly know or care about appears again, something clicks in your head and everything amazingly snaps into place... and you're just... awed. It's such a thrilling experience and one I can't get enough of, honestly.

"'You lie,' (the kindly old man) said. 'All men lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it... though some small part of them will always know it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.'"  
-- "A Feast for Crows" (Book IV)

I know I'm not really an expert reader to generalize literary expositions, but another thing I liked about "A Song of Ice and Fire" is that GRRM seemingly deconstructs the ideological foundations of the character tropes. Knights and princesses, mothers and kings--they're not always what we might know them to be. Suddenly the soiled fighter is actually a man of honor, a woman becomes more of a knight than any anointed ser in the kingdom, the child soldier transforms into a vengeful and dark warrior, the domestic ladies find strength in their grief and are actually able to wield more power than their male counterparts. Every character is so well-made for me, and it's really thrilling to watch them struggle to achieve what they want or battle it out against one another.

Another thing I liked about GRRM's chef-d'œuvre is the exquisite imagery of places and people, of culture and myths, of the lands' own histories and heroes. I find it really amazing how fluid the ideas flow from one to another. I have probably said this, but I love how unapologetic GRRM is in his writing. The chapters are filled to the brim with tales from this fictional world so vividly written I can't help but feel it's real. The symbols are so deftly constructed, the ideologies (be it religion or other societal norms) so innate in every character you end up reasoning with yourself defending and contending their actions. 

"She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well. She liked the dolphins that sometimes swam along beside Balerion, slicing through the waves like silvery spears, and the flying fish they glimpsed now and again. She even liked the sailors, with all their songs and stories."  
--"A Storm of Swords" (Book III)

I have never been this obsessed in a fantasy series, or any material for that matter, before. I thought maybe it's because I'm older when I started being enthusiastic about it (contrary to, say, being obsessed years ago with "Harry Potter") and that I am more capable to act upon this fascination. (I actually actively searched for fanfictions because I. Just. Can't. Get. Enough. Of my favorite characters.) I also thought maybe it's because I have friends I could fangirl with over the books. I also thought maybe because "A Song of Ice and Fire" is so different from anything I have encountered yet, that even the languages used fascinate me. And I have never felt this attached to this many characters. GRRM has a gut-wrenching way of dealing with characters and their fates (and deaths), and as a reader, the emotional torture can sometimes be quite disconcerting. But in a sick way, you can't really stop and give up, can you?

"A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man's life comes a day when he must choose." 
-- "A Game of Thrones" (Book I)

More than anything though, I think I'm so deeply obsessed because the whole saga is a really rich narrative that saying it's a complicated tale is an understatement. Every reading, every character you root for, every chapter makes you think. GRRM's world is so convoluted it leaves so much room for discovery. And it's exhilarating to analyze things you might have missed the first time, and realize its effect to the whole story. I think it's one of the irresistible factor of the series--you're never ever sure so you have to keep reading (or wait for the succeeding books and discuss theories with fellow fans while at it).

Honestly, I didn't know what I have signed up for when I began my journey first in Winterfell, beyond the Wall, and then through Westeros and then father away into the lands beyond the Narrow Sea and in the Free Cities. My thoughts are a train-wreck for weeks now because of "A Song of Ice and Fire" and gods know what I'm supposed to do with my life while waiting for the sixth book "The Winds of Winter."

Currently the most beloved pieces in my book collection. :))

15 October 2012

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i marvel at how
the light from the lamppost
casts shadow
upon your face,
how your eyes
get cloaked
and your cheeks become pools
of orange and gray.

midnights and
distant murmurs
of words unspoken
lead us on
as the world sleeps
while we parry and walk
upon pavements cold
and aglimmer.

i marvel at how
content i have become
in this silence
our silence
enveloped by the shy
glow from the lamppost,
in this transience and
sporadic shimmer

woven in the night
gone come dawn.

12 October 2012

Bye, Phantom in Manila and Bona!


Unless a miracle happens, looks like I wouldn't be able to re-watch The Phantom of the Opera at the CCP again. It makes me unbelievably sad because I have not been able to make the most out of the show we saw. True, we got really really great seats, but we were clueless about the stage door procedures so we were never able to meet the amazing cast after the show. And Jonathan Roxmouth (the Phantom) seems like a really great person, so gracious with fans both in person and online. I wish I was able to take a picture with/of him, as well as the rest of the cast.

Furthermore, my friends and I weren't able to watch PETA's Bona, too. We are unfortunately too preoccupied and penniless currently.  I truly wished to see the play featuring Eugene Domingo in the remake of one of Nora Aunor's acclaimed films. I could only hope it will be re-staged.

So much to see, but so little time and money. Oh, woe to us! XD

06 October 2012

Gendrya at work


Last September 30, I wrote in a note on my phone that all I could think of for almost a week now (back then) were the A Song of Ice and Fire characters Arya Stark and Gendry Waters and that I couldn't even be bothered by the fact that I was about to start at my first full-time job on the next day. Complete with keyboard smashing, I wrote that after smiling and sighing and silently squealing the whole day. My jaws seriously began to ache from days of suppressing grins whenever I remember moments involving these two adorable and ass-kicking kid warriors.

So, despite my jitters and fears and uncertainties during my first day of work, I managed to get by. The week drained me still though, because I was still fumbling my way around the tasks I'm set out to do, because I can't help but think if this kind of job is really for me, because I am so awkward with new workmates, because I've been used to the ease of commuting during the night than during the rush hour in the morning, because I am simply so bad at beginnings.

But it's the weekend now and I am filled with thoughts of rainbows and sunshine and utter excitement because I am about to start reading "A Dance with Dragons," fervently hoping to satiate my Gendrya feelings. (I could do with just Arya feelings, too, if that's the case for now. With GRRM, you can't be too hopeful.)

Actually, I don't know if I'm talking about my work or Gendrya. Both have occupied huge amount of space in my thoughts recently. Maybe I really need to sort out my priorities?

Now let me tell you about that scene at Acorn Hall...