Still inside the Pimai Historical Park, as I was heading my way towards the exit, I brushed air with these young dancers getting ready for a performance. Immediately, I positioned myself in a nice spot and took a series of shots as they were passing by me. The ladies looked really pretty even with the hot weather.
Young ladies in parade.
They glitter under the beating heat of the afternoon sun.
A big smile for me?
"Stop wagging your tail, dude!"
The paintings on their bodies are part of the costume.
Why do we love numbers?
The same reason why we often enumerate in 3s and why we always want to be number 1. The same reason why we say 1-4-3 instead of saying “i love you” or 1-4-3-4-4 instead of “i love you very much”. The same reason why I love Wong Kar Wai’s 2046 or David Fincher’s se7en or Kim Ki-Duk’s 3-Iron. The same reason why I love Chris Martinez' 100.
Last night, together with a few friends, I went to see 100, an indie Filipino film that premiered in the recently concluded Cinemalaya Festival but was released in five selected commercial theaters in Metro Manila last night. The movie is about a woman who was diagnosed with malignant cancer and was given 3 months to live (100 days). Through a series of post-it which she patiently posts and updates (together with friends and family), she lists down all the things she wanted and needed to do before finally kicking the bucket. This actually reminds me of the 2007 flick, Bucket List but it’s different. You need to watch to know. I like how 100 approaches the idea of “death” as something light and in a way both funny and sad. We will all die—that’s a given. What’s not is that, we need not to be sad and all too messy and emotional about it. Mylene Dizon's act is something to be swank about but Eugene Domingo is a nice spice to the film. Oki and I love her. Considering that this movie is about “death” I laughed most of the time.
* Before this film, I was already a fan of Chris Martinez because of his comedic masterpiece, "Last Order sa Penguin" which one of my professors in my MA required us to read. This professor, invited Chris to our small class to speak and well, we're supposed to ask him about his work and all that but I couldn't even ask one question. I dunno why but I get stun when I see 'great author' come alive before me. I always do. I always think of them as something surreal and err, dead? hehe. Anyway, most of my MA professors and classmates are "veterans" in the field so I should get used to it.