Sunday, May 31, 2009

Non-Macho Things Men Hate To Do


They maybe simple creatures. But never simple minded.

Downsizing
Size matters. He knows it is the only way to economize on gas. But giving up the big bike or trading in the ego boosting 4x4 for a cost-effective car is a matter of life and death. Unless it is a sleek, compact sports car.

Bling Bling
A diamond ear stud, a pair of cufflinks and a wedding band is more than enough.

Dancing
Ask him and he immediately turns into solid block of wood. The brain and body coordination suddenly goes awry and the logic of left and right ceases to exist.

Waxing
The trendsetting metro sexual grooming market is hitting sales up to the millions. But male grooming for him is a good bath, nice smooth shaven face and a splash of musky aftershave cologne. He leaves the plucking and the waxing to the opposite sex.

Crying
Only if someone kicks him on the balls.

Self Indulgence
Letting him sit for hours in a spa wrapped in a pink fluffy bathrobe while having his feet and hands done, is tantamount to torture. All he needs is a pocketknife!

Colorful World
He may have style but has a wardrobe only a colorblind would love. Black suits, white shirts, black stripes, gray trousers, black tees, charcoal socks, and the ubiquitous blue jeans. Crimson necktie, lilac shirts, printed colored underwear, shimmers and glitters are absolutely way out of his fashion comfort zone.

Going To Church
The hugging, holding hands and sitting in circles discussing each other's feelings drive him insane.

Shopping
Ever wonder why the men’s wear section is always on the ground floor just a few meters away from the entrance?

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Dark Horse


Filipino Director Crowned The Best At Cannes

MANILA, Philippines – Brillante Mendoza, director of the graphic crime shocker “Kinatay,” annexed the Best Director Award at the 62nd Cannes Film Festival.
“Kinatay” is the Philippines’ entry to the annual film festival.

A report from The Associated Press earlier described the Filipino film as something that “takes viewers on a nerve-rattling road trip from the bustling streets of Manila to an isolated house of horrors.”

"This is not just entertainment, these kinds of stories are real," Mendoza said of his film.

The Palme d'Or Award, the festival's top prize, went to Austrian film "The White Ribbon" by Michael Hanek.
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Film Review: Kinatay (Slaughtered)
By Maggie Lee, May 17, 2009 10:39 ET

Bottom Line: A prurient and excruciating viewing experience that makes the audience partners in crimes of inhumanity.

CANNES -- Festival darling Brillante Mendoza's "Kinatay" is a long night's journey into the Philippine underworld of casual corruption and nauseating cruelty, seen through the eyes of a greenhorn police cadet. Featuring shooting violence, rape and mutilation extensively in real time, from camera angles that make the audience feel like they are watching a snuff film, this full-on experience of forced voyeurism is certain to incite strong (most probably offended) responses.

The deliberately rough-hewn art direction adds to the blunt force of Mendoza's moral outrage, but it won't help "Kinatay" (which means 'slaughter' in Tagalog) make a killing in theatrical business. Unlike such other Mendoza works as "Foster Child" or "Serbis," which capture with warmth or exotic social phenomena distinctive to the Philippines, "Kinatay's" sketchy slice of crime world nastiness can be found anywhere. This makes it a hard sell even to art houses, as their target audience often looks for stronger cultural flavor.

Newly married Peping, who attends the police academy, receives an offer via text message to make a fast buck with a shady friend. By nightfall, he is in a van with a group of vicious gangsters who have kidnapped a bar hostess to demand a loan repayment under orders from an elusive general. From then on, Mendoza switches from the 35mm used for daytime scenes to HD, wrapping all the action in a deliberately ugly, sooty hood of near darkness.

The real time pacing, feels like being stuck in a traffic jam, but the dramatic thrust is relentless as one hears through the muffled darkness, the woman being gagged and beaten mercilessly. The horror escalates to rape, murder and dismemberment. None of this is left to the imagination, with the men's verbal sexism being equally distasteful.

With the artistic choices he has made, Mendoza achieves a singularity of purpose in hammering home his message, and the experience compels one to watch even as one wishes to turn away. He deplores this human treachery with almost Old School, religious morality. He preaches it unequivocally -- at the climax of the slaughter, the subtitles "If you lose your integrity once, you lose it forever" appear.

Laying on the Christian symbolism, the woman is called Madonna, while the camera occasionally cuts away to a picture of Jesus on the wall. She keeps screaming she has a child, which new father Peping is supposed to sympathize with.

The irony that Peping has a vocation in law-enforcement cannot be missed.

The camera regularly pauses on some sideway or other odd-angled closeup of his anguished, conscience-stricken face, accompanied by a twangy score that sounds common to horror flicks, implying that these are turning points where he could have stood up to them, or at least walked away. Images of him standing in an empty carpark, brooding inside a public toilet or stranded in screeching traffic symbolize he is at a moral crossroads or labyrinth.

Festival de Cannes -- Competition
Sales: The Match Factory
Production company: Swift Prods.
Cast: Coco Martin, Julio Diaz, Maria Isabel Lopez, Mercedes Cabral
Director: Brillante Mendoza
Screenwriter: Armando Lao
Producer: Rodel Nacianesco
Executive producer: Didier Costet
Director of photography: Odyssey Flores
Production designer: Dante Mendoza
Music: Teresa Barrozo
Editor: Kats Serraon
No rating, 116 minutes

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

TAMBUKIKOY: Chicken Inasal At Its Best

Only an Ilonggo knows how an authentic chicken inasal should taste. This is what Treena Cueva-Tecson, a genuine Ilongga, born and raised in Bacolod, carries with her when she openned her Tambokikoy restaurant which sells authentic chicken inasal – cooked and prepared the way a genuine inasal should be. “The inasal in Manila are sweet, dry and not cooked well, I know how inasal should taste like. Ilonggos would really know the authentic taste of inasal,” said Treena, who has a full-time marketing and PR career before giving it up to be a full time wife and mom two years ago. “And the inasal places in Manila sell inasal by the stick. No one is selling whole chicken inasal.” Being a marketing and PR woman, Treena applied blue ocean strategy in his business by offering something that the saturated market does not have yet; a whole chicken with an authentic inasal taste. Treena started her Tambokikoy just last September, armed only with P250,000 in capital, her mom’s recipe and her husband’s full support. Tambokikoy, which means chubby in Ilonggo, is envisioned by Treena as a take-out place that will sell authentic-tasting whole chicken inasal.

With a very ideal location, which is just right across the Mandaluyong City Hall on Maysilo Circle, market response has been very good. Office people and families have been dropping by to order take out, starting at lunch time until dinner. They open at 11 a.m. up to 11 p.m., Monday to Sunday.

Treena cooked her chicken inasal rotisserie-style over charcoal and not on electric grill. By chopping it two minutes after it is cooked, she said the juice goes back and it does not dry out. Treena is expecting to recoup her investments by December. This early, inquiries of franchising have already been received by Treena, although she said she is not yet ready for franchising.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

For Mama


She said my son I beg of you
I have a wish that must come true
The last thing you can do
For mama

Please promise me that you will stay
And take my place while I'm away
And give the children love each day
I had to smile what could I say?

How hard I tried to find the words
I prayed she would not see me cry
So much to say that should be heard
But only time to say goodbye to mama

Now soon there'll be another spring
And I will start remembering
The way she loved to hear us sing
Her favorite song 'Ave Maria'
Ave Maria

The children all have grown up now
I kept my promise to mama
I cannot guide them anymore
I've done my best all for mama
Ave Maria

Still this seems so very small
For all
She did for me