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Saturday, February 19, 2011

TRANSITIONS: REACTION PAPER (HAHAHA)


HELLO WORLD!!!!!!! TEA PARTY?! LEZZ DOOO EETTT!!!!


No, we're not required to write a reaction paper for this... I never really had to react, first and foremost, whatever I have to say in this piece really won't matter at all. Second, I am not in the position to review works for such dignitaries whose accomplishments have been bannered at the entrance of the exhibit hall at LRI, Makati City. I'm just a tiny spec compared to the depth of these empowered women's abilities and achievements.

I'm talking about Cris Dumlao, Bea Lapa, and Rebie Ramoso. (I dropped the formal "Ms." or "Madame" so as to make this sound as if it's coming from someone credible, hahaha!) These are empowered women braving the waves of the art industry. Seldom do we see "womyn" shows and exhibits, but nonetheless we also know that a big part of the feminine set-up is artistic and communicative in their basic senses...

The exhibit, lasting for 2 or 3 days, was really worth catching. I mean, with a small exhibit time, it is best really to invite as much people and welcome as much people as one can. Me and my friends went there at the opening night, braving Makati's legendary traffic on a Friday night, when everybody else feels like partying and getting drunk all night.

We had a secondary purpose: to visit our advisers and consult them regarding our folios, but really, that was kind of a joke. Hahaha! We know the artists will be busy entertaining people and we don't want to steal them from their crowd. Want another joke? We were all tagging each other earlier, saying "Tara na, sumipsip na tayo!"but really we're just excited to see what our professors will be showing in the exhibit.

Arriving there, we were greeted by Curator Elvert Bañares' wall note and descriptions of the artists. What I do usually is to read the wall note first before looking at the artwork... Reading halfway through it, however, it felt like I had to view the works first instead. The wall note was exceptionally written but then again, the mysteries were solved--and I wanted to solve them myself. I wanted to interpret it on my own, not to prove anything... It was always my reason why I frequent art exhibits--I wanted to explore them in my own feeble capabilities, probably to create another interpretation of some sort... hahaha! I just browsed the artists' profile and went along to see the works...

Artworks varied in size and medium--but more than that, they also varied in their individual messages.



details in Ramoso's Do I See You Again

Ramoso's paintings were filled with hidden symbols and arbitrary messages, randomly appearing in the many works that she was able to display. Her individual approach to the theme of transition are best described by spaces in her paintings--the irony of putting in detailed strokes in some parts and leaving the other parts of the canvas blank with pale colors and breathing lines. The semiotic sources and elements are visually stirring in the viewer the modes and notions of inquiries, of longing for something, of waiting for an orgasmic inter-relation. It is not only artificial--neither linguistic nor symbolic, but moreover, it was really a sensation of kindred sensible qualities, that of which could come across relations, reactions, and modal audible silence.



Dumlao's Season-Based Artworks

Dumlao, creating species of artworks that release themselves from the other two branches that existed in the hall, had for herself transitions that were visually narrated to pixel-like artworks of the abstract--proving in it the depth and the secrecy to which her own story-telling depends on. Described by titles and by the curator's words, her works have been trying to visualize seasonal transitions--but one has to look further--deeper, into it. The works were neither breaking apart or being reconnected again; the vast area filled with pixels of various colors to which one could suggest as either established images broken to disrupt the visual strength or disrupted pixels randomly formed together to create a hidden, more so, abstract, reaction and uncovering of emotion. Entering emotions and feelings, her works were probably the most secretive--not because it was abstract, but on top of that she was actually privy in her own transitional secrets. It emphasizes her strength and her weakness, and therefore had proven much honesty as an artist.

Lapa's digital + traditional merging

Lapa was a surprise in her artworks which she would continually explain as merging of the digital and traditional media. The era of art today, as would often the era of art in the other centuries, continue to change, and artists, too, continue to rave and scavenge and suit themselves into the changes. That, in itself, is transition. Lapa's works, especially those where images are juxtaposed with texts of her own notes, completes the notion that art pieces are mirrors of the artists's thoughts. It also completes the claim to which the exhibition stands for, and probably her works were able to show a completed transition. Lapa had always narrated how she was a strong concept maker, backed by her knowledge in psychology and IT. She was actually uneasy with shifting these to art pieces, but her works for this art show proved that to be wrong. We were all surprised, really, with how it managed to show Lapa's image in all the pieces. The artworks were strong because the medium and the concept works together. Lapa didn't have to explain--the art pieces, more so the technique, all constituted to the creativity and the process to which she stood firmly and almost irrevocably.

Paying 100 Pesos for the taxi fare, walking myself home to Mandaluyong Bridge, and getting a break from a whole week of job orders and meetings and facing SM Executives alone (because SoMA Director is sick, I had to fill in), Transitions was a breather. Kudos!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

HATTER'S VIEW: INTENSITY


I have always been fascinated with Dean Koontz' books. He's my favorite--he probably was the influencer why I was able to do a novel that is a mix of Stephenie Meyer and JK Rowling but definitely mature and more considerate in the whole hullabaloo.

(Hahaha! Lifted my own bench right there)

Dean Koontz swept me away for the very first time on a book whose title I forgot. Then, I was eleven or twelve years old. He was writing suspense stories--and that first book was a sci-fi suspense piece. I remembered his name forever--but was not able to buy books...

Until I was in fourth year College. Yes, MJ and I bought around ten of his books, all on sale, and I had fun reading them...

Intensity is, by far, the best I've read so far. I finished it in less than 20 hours--reading it while in a jeepney ride to school, while being stressed by job orders at the office, and while helping my baby with her project. :)

Intensity was written very realistically--no elements of sci-fi, full of suspense, and terribly anger-generating.

It was about Chyna Shepherd, a survivor in life who was caught in a very remarkable 24 hours of threatening...

She accompanied her friend, Laura, to their mansion of some sort. Apparently, the mansion has been watched by a stranger, who, at that night, massacred brutally all the people inside--but he miraculously did not see Chyna. Chyna was then obliged to run after the man--the strange man who seemed to be a psycopath--and by following him she learned that the man really enjoyed brutal killings.

She wanted vengeance, or most probably justice-- and so she kept up with the whole experience... Until she overheard the man say something about a sixteen year-old girl locked under his house and he was waiting for the girl to ripen...

And Chyna felt like she had to do something--save the child, untouched and alive.

To make the long story short, Chyna reached the killer's house but the killer caught her--and it was a chase not only between them, but also a chase between life and death, between hope and giving up, between sexes, between Dobermans.

It was a sensational book--something that could give you the thrill and the facts about synthesia and what not--but most of all, it's a story of hope and survival. When I reached the last page, it felt awesome--like it was redemption at its finest, though it was not a happily ever after.

The Ranting Hatter just had 20 hours of break from all the stresses and baeipohjbionbdviobvnogehuinjh systems in which he was tasked to stand and endure with for the rest of the contract.

And, uhm, just now, I've discovered--it was actually made into a series... I want to watch!!! Or please, let's download a full version over pirate bay or something. hahahahahaha!!!!!!


Read on! (Or watch on) hahahaha! Dean Koontz is brilliant. :)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

HATTER'S VIEW: 127 HOURS (2HOURS)



Helloooooowwwwww!!!!!

Reporting to you the produce of a day-off: My girlfriend and I went shopping, preparing for our graduation picture taking tomorrow... And we finished a bit too early, that's why we decided to...

WATCH A MOVIE!!!!!!

Among the choices: Burlesque, Rite, 127 hours, and... I forgot the other one...

We opted to watch 127 Hours in Shangri-la because the movie house is cozy and fun and "sosi" for a cheaper price (not sure.) 127 Hours, apparently, is a true story and it's... well, it's nothing but rocks and James Franco---when you look at the poster. It's kinda interesting though because it's from Slumdog's director, Danny Boyle.

So I decided that it's the right movie... And hell, I'm right!!!!

There's something you have to know about how I do my reviews... I type in randomly, not caring about grammar or flow or anything--I just want to be casual about it... 127 Hours deserve a technical review, with its use of superb cinematography (and in case you've been too boxed, cinematography isn't just rule of thirds and what not... it's using lights and visuals so effectively that you feel the video is running inside your body, making you feel you're in it.)

The film begins (ironically) in rule of thirds... Hahahaha! watch it so you'll know what I'm talking about... The music sets you up in the mood, like it's inviting you to take an adventure of a lifetime--and that's what Aron Ralstone is up to (James Franco). Very casually the film went through his preparations, not minding the camera's positions and the lights and whatever--but everything went to the right places.

Aron embarks on a journey to the Blue Canyons and he enjoyed his own sweet time--until he falls down a pit and---well, I don't want to spoil it. Bottomline, he's trapped and he has nowhere to go...

it might be a little too boring, but no. Boyle and his team had something very good under their sleeves that made me and my girlfriend twitch and scream and feel bad and smile and---wow, it's an adventure, really.

Here we go....

James Franco changed my perception about him--I always thought he was... well, nothing but a dude who wants to masturbate 5 times a day, especially without his girlfriend. I don't know, but it's not really a nice thing to admit to the public, but he got a little bit of honor right there for honesty... With this film, I honor him 100 percent, for acting and humor...

Do we remember him in Whatever It Takes? I bet the girls and gays would do, especially with these pics...


But he's more than just *err* a biggie. Or a bigmouth... He's a cool dude, right? and the character he portrayed--man, it's a dream role! So deep in character, so rich background, and so much soul... and then I thought, I found a new Heath Ledger--or probably, a new JOKER...


But more than anything, the film really made me think...

WHY AM I TOO CONCERNED ABOUT SCHOOL? OR GRADES? OR MY PORTFOLIO?

(I have a dream eh! hahahaha!!!!)

Suddenly I thought everything was a big lie--and the teachers were big liars... and the bosses are fat asses... and the not-so-important people in my life deserves to be kicked out of my life...

(that's rude)

Life is not about... doing it alone, or making an effort to be on top, or getting so much units to graduate with flying colors, or facing panelists or whatever-----

life is about facing yourself, your biggest fears, and your "you-ness" when you're out there alone.

127 Hours is a film of life, a mirroring of truth, a challenge, a question, a fact.

(and I did not even speak about how artistically it was done--imagine, visuals representing hallucinations and drinking pee and attempting to masturbate? Gosh, those were good visuals!)

watch it. Or else I'll cut your arm off.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Spoiler!

Yours truly,

RANTING HATTER!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

HATTER'S VIEW: BLACK SWAN


Opening this season's rants and views will be Black Swan, a film I watched because everyone else is talking about it. And yes, I believe in the fake identity of being too moral to not show any sexual scenes in movies here in the Philippines, so I opted to be a criminal at this point, watching it by downloading it... ( i did not, somebody else did. hehehe)

Mind you. When I watch films, I don't sit there and tell myself that I'm a critic. That's "hypocritic". What I do is I open my eyes and heart and mind to enjoy the film, whatever it is. So please, spare me those technical stuff used for reviewing films--if you're so knitty-gritty concerned about the films you watch then go make your own. :)

So... where do I start?

Let's start with Black Swan's story. (I won't spoil it. The story was repeated so many times, staged in many variations, and even had a Barbie Version...)

No. I'm not talking about the Nutcracker. I'm talking about Swan Lake. Makes sense, right?

Black Swan is a psychological thriller/suspense/(and some say it's horror) film.
Call it whatever you wish to call it. You could even call it Bold. Soft Porn. Anything.

The movie is well-crafted. Aside from Natalie Portman, no one else carried the Hollywood Fame... Well, Vincent Cassel is known, but they're kind of a different level in comparison. Portman can be remembered in many Hollywood Films, and Cassel, well, Cassel's a French Actor-director (He's cast as a villain most of the time) and he's the husband of Monica Bellucci.

However, everyone in the film stood by their characters so well. I have a thing with acting, as I am an actor myself. While most of them sees how the lighting was set-up and how the editing was done (and some would even count the frames per second, or if they are very geeky, they'll count the revolutions per second of the ballerinas...), I see acting. I see souls, I see performances...

And so I'll start with that.

I acted in Lubid at Tanikala (Best Director, PWU IFG FILM FESTIVAL) and directed myself together with my co-director Rev Zuniga. My character had to be good and bad, and if you would see it, it's kinda scary. I myself got scared doing the devilish dude. Somehow, I could feel a different power rushing through my veins... and while acting in front of the camera, I must tell myself not to succumb to the personality that's eating me...

And so with that, I applaud Portman. She gave justice to the character--the fear, the angst, it's brilliant... And she did not get herself killed--a lot of good actors who become so engrossed in their characters usually end up dead because they forget that one thing that separates them from their characters--their souls.

Cassel is, as always, astounding. He was not supposed to be a villain, but towards the progression of the film you would suddenly feel that you're actually either getting Portman's good or bad view on things, and realize you too are puzzled with its psychological mystery.

Mila Kunis (Lily) was seductive, seductive enough to make the audience believe that her character was real... It seeps through the flesh, the character makes your teeth gnash in both pleasure and disgust, and eventually you too gets confused because she switches from a b*tch to a smiling, supportive friend...

Surprises: Wanna see Winona Ryder? Wait for Beth's character. :)

The real deal however, is the fact that this film presents the story in a seemingly unique kind of way, although you would know from the very start how it was going to end. Somehow, the use of dark and bright lights, classical music, and ballet ensemble altogether brings the chills. Add to that some pinches of gore and porn and fetish.

Another thing--if you're not really the guy who enjoys lesbo scenes, then... it isn't exactly as "sexy" as they say it is. It's sexy and seductive but I always see that as a form of art--because sexual scenes with a man and a woman sends me a different message, and therefore a different effect. It is no match to Chloe. Believe me. Hahaha!

I was telling my friend that the best part of it was when Portman's character (She's Nina, by the way) turned to the Black Swan. It was heartfelt, and no words were able to make her portray the character. Just body movements, eyes, and a visual effects trick on putting feathers on her--she was right all along--

I FELT IT. IT WAS PERFECT. PERFECT.

and there you go, our first blog. :)

catch ya' soon!

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!


I've been to London, to look at the Queen...
And apparently she's not there...
So I came back here...
And began a tea party,
It's a SURE WIN!!!!

Hellooooo everyone! You surprised me. (Actually, the stats did.)
So, you still want to read some rants...
And more than that, you want to know what happened to your RANTING HATTER.

Your Ranting Hatter has been very busy...
I finished writing a novel for my girlfriend... :)
I finished internship...
And now, your Ranting Hatter is busy being The Concept Machine.

Aaarrggghhhh... So many names, so singular identity...

And a lot has happened since then, mates!

We've overthrown Gloria Macapagal Arroyo...
We've placed Benigno Simeon Aquino III...
We've sent Willie Revillame to TV5...
and yes, Ricky Martin is still gay.

But you know, the world is full of misery and (awkwardly) it is also full of stupendous joys that we could altogether enjoy... So why don't we start the ball rolling then?

We could start with... uhm... Well... (i'm thinking)

We could do an Angelo Reyes, a Tangled, a Black Swan,
a LoveBlog, or maybe....
RANTS about School and how it's becoming to be darker and darker?

Bwahahahahahaha!

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Ranting Hatter... IS BACK with VENGEANCE. :)


WELCOME THE RANTS. IT'S BACK.

YES.
RANTING HATTER is DEFINITELY
ULTIMATELY
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BACK!