Monday, January 21, 2008

At Todd's



I was coaxed by Zia to watch a movie last Saturday.

I was content on spending the weekend home mainly because I was running low on cash. I bought a new queen size mattress for my use, which was expensive (I had no idea, for awhile I was bent on buying a "banig" [woven sleeping mat] instead after checking the prices). This has forced me to be financially dependent on my parents until, at most, on the next pay day. So imagine my surprise when I received a phone call from a good friend expecting me to treat her to a movie. I wouldn't mind this don't get me wrong but it depends if I have the ability to share or not.

I refused at first turning the table around and asking her to treat me (besides it wasn't sunny that day--scattered rainshowers etc). She retorted that I was the one who had a job. It went on for a little while and the topic shifted to other things until I had the urge to watch "Sweeney Todd".

We decided to watch it in Greenbelt since I also wanted to see the billion-peso Ayala project: Greenbelt 5. The trip to Makati was ok, though old ghosts came back to haunt me during the train ride to Ayala Station. I remembered how it felt to ride that jam packed tin can to work everymorning--that heavy weight on my gut--that sense of entrapment--that, that, forgive me. nausea. But it was cool since I was coming to Makati for the malls rather than work that day. I think I'm never going to work there again either of my own accord or other (shit smeared) circumstance. I don't know, for now, I cringe everytime I think of, then my dream office spaces, the G.T. Tower, the Philamlife Tower, Equitable Bank Tower and The Enterprise Center. Though I miss my creative team, Powerbooks Live & Power Mac Center.

The KKB: Kaniya-kaniyang bayad (go Dutch) arrangement was what finally sealed the deal. So we met around 2pm with zia bringin' along her sister.


Sweeney Todd was good. Though the prevalent throat-slicing kept me from looking at the screen most of the time I liked its overall morbidity infused with song. Usually with musicals adapted to screen it comes across as corny when characters burst into song but in this one I liked it when they sang. The film got me when Helena Bonham Carter sang "The Worst Pies in London" and Toby with "Pirelli's Miracle Elixir".

The final scene was great. Unforgettable.

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