Monthly Archives: September 2010
I watched the premiere of John Erick Dowdle’s Devil with Jean and Ayla last week. (I love free passes!) Twas a story about five strangers trapped in an elevator, get stuck in it then bad things happen to them. By bad, I mean, the lights indiscriminately turn on-and-off and one by one, a person gets killed. Everyone’s a suspect, etc etc, but one thing’s for sure: The “good-looking” will never die. ( Read more… )
Last Saturday, I flew to the School of Fashion and the Arts at Makati, for PhilStar Supreme‘s talk on film, fashion and trendspotting.
I was with Chui, who the minute I revealed about Gino dela Paz as one of the speakers, died from squealing. At least, telepathically. Gino’s like her fave columnist, her deliberate crush, and I’ll shut up now. ( Read more… )
So the singing corps of Will Schuster officially returned for second season yesterday. Fact: Matt, the other dancing football guy transferred somewhere else. Fallacy: Every single McKinley High soul wants to replace him even if immediate hospitality is guaranteed. New Directions kicks off with slushied slates– the still loser club everyone thinks of, and I missed them. So did everyone. ( Read more… )
It is a wonder why I watch TV shows that are so inane they might as well grind my brain into rat droppings. First, it’s fun to watch good-looking, poreless celebs appear ridiculous. And second, it kinda brings complacence to know you’re more intelligent than some people in the world.