“Where are the indie films?”
Ayn, my cinemate, groaned.
At Robinsons’ Mall, I told her. That was the time that the Cinemalaya pips were peddling their wares, encouraging teachers to, eherm, require students to watch the films. For the students, it was a chance to goof off – legally. For the organizers, it meant revenues. Hey, at P70 a pop, these films don’t come cheap.
No, no, no… she said.
“Not just the Filipino indie films… why is it that we have practically very little access to indie films in general?”
She complained that she saw the poster for the movie Juno in Robinsons, but when she came back a few days later, the poster was replaced with a Star Cinema outing. Ellen Page looked uncannily like Anne Curtis-Smith.
She cited a list of films she liked. Little Miss Sunshine. There Will be Blood. No Country for Old Men. Modern classics all.
“Haven’t found those titles in the marquee,” she said, attacking her sizzling spare ribs with ferocity, as though the steak was responsible for the blacklist.
I did, I assured her. But they were gone faster than you can say Gore Verbinski.
While movies like Supapalicious and Ang Cute ng Ina Mo are raking in the moolah.
Makes you want to cry. In frustration, I helped her attack her steak too.
Ayn, my cinemate, groaned.
At Robinsons’ Mall, I told her. That was the time that the Cinemalaya pips were peddling their wares, encouraging teachers to, eherm, require students to watch the films. For the students, it was a chance to goof off – legally. For the organizers, it meant revenues. Hey, at P70 a pop, these films don’t come cheap.
No, no, no… she said.
“Not just the Filipino indie films… why is it that we have practically very little access to indie films in general?”
She complained that she saw the poster for the movie Juno in Robinsons, but when she came back a few days later, the poster was replaced with a Star Cinema outing. Ellen Page looked uncannily like Anne Curtis-Smith.
She cited a list of films she liked. Little Miss Sunshine. There Will be Blood. No Country for Old Men. Modern classics all.
“Haven’t found those titles in the marquee,” she said, attacking her sizzling spare ribs with ferocity, as though the steak was responsible for the blacklist.
I did, I assured her. But they were gone faster than you can say Gore Verbinski.
While movies like Supapalicious and Ang Cute ng Ina Mo are raking in the moolah.
Makes you want to cry. In frustration, I helped her attack her steak too.
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