Quoting:::Don DeLillo,

"A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable."
—Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

Movie Ranting:::Burn After Reading, and I Was Not Burned

Sometimes the name of the directors are deceptive. It is funny. Indeed. Just funny. And it was the unlikely character of Brad Pitt, the dimwit, who offered the just-funny cracks every now and then. What is he doing in the film anyway? Any no-name actor could actually have it. And even though they swear they are not entertaining commercialism—that they are just another low-budget directors—they're heading toward it—inevitably. Tilda and George (first-name basis o!), I could understand since they were paired up in Michael Clayton. And the bald presence of John Malkovich one shouldn't question, and Frances MacDormand—afterall she is the wife of the older.

The film has no central force, which perhaps, ironically, made it as its central force—its dispelling force.

And though critics said that the zooming in and zooming out of the google earth, respectively used in the opening and closing part of the film now become a cinematic cliche, was my favorite. When it comes to cinematography, of course, they have the angles. But isn't it plagiarizing their own work when in fact, those angles had been previously framed in their not-so-old films?

Anyway, I still love the tandem of this two-head director. Hope, it will last.

Movie:::Burn After Reading and I as not

Sometimes the name of the directors are deceptive. It is funny. Indeed. Just funny. And it was the unlikely character of Brad Pitt, the dimwit, who offered the just-funny cracks every now and then. What is he doing in the film anyway? Any no-name actor could actually have it. And even though they swear they are not entertaining commercialism—that they are just another low-budget directors—they're heading toward it—inevitable. Tilda and George (first-name basis o!), I could understand since they were paired up in Michael Clayton. And the bald presence of John Malkovich one shouldn't question, and Frances MacDormand—afterall she is the wife of the older.

The film has no central force, which perhaps, ironically, made it as the central force—its dispelling force.

Silly:::A No Dream-On Christmas Wishlist

Really, they will not remain as wishes since, in the first place, they are not. They are just disguised as one for me not to spoil the yuletide air. These are the following I'll be needing to go through the year of the ox (suddenly jumping to new-year air).

1. Planner
I was about to buy one at National Bookstore, but I found the products too monotonous for my taste. It seems the planners have the bold boring written all over their pages, which I'll try to escape in 2009. So I prefer the one that is given as tokens by companies. Last year, I got Matwood. I need a planner that has colors, trees, plants, or furniture, or pots, glasses.


2. A case for 2x3 Mp4 (a fake one).
A self-gift for the year-end that has about to come. I found phone's FM radios are not enough anymore. They are songs that I want to hear all over again, again, and again (gusto kong matutong magdrive, buksan mo ang iyong mata, di mo ba nakikita). E-heads is crowding my head now. And there is no station that offers poetry readings. (Ow, there are some. Some AM stations offer once-a-week reading.)

3. F. Sionil Jose, Jose Garcia Villa, and St. Nick Joaquin
I have not read FSJ yet. I had read some Doveglion and St. Nick, but I can't consider it as close-reading since it was just some required college readings. St. Nick was my professor's, and Villa was an extension of Paz's (another professor's requirement forgot the name of the author already, was it the author of Dead Stars?). Villa was once a student of Paz (If i'm not mistaken.) I read her students' works—Villa, was there names Angela and Eleanor? I have to read them.

4. Painting Materials
Brushes, paints, colors, they make me awake. I have to hold, brush them again.

5. Big Native Bag (18x36)
I need big bags since I carry my whole room around. I bring books, two or three of them, yet I will not read—just love the feeling that they are with me. Right now, I got Krip Yuson's The World on Paradise (essays on writers and writing) Dumdum's Third World Opera, and Don DeLillo's Cosmopolis (just bought it at E-mall Booksale for 30, and the book is dedicated to Paul Auster, who is one of my favorite living writers).

6. Happiness