Hey hey beautiful people. I hope you all watched this week's episode, directed by masterful men RA 'hihihibrrrr' Rivera and Edsel 'Muy Salvahe' Abesames.
Catch up this SUNDAY AT 1PM ON TV5 if you didn't, and boogaloo with the ongoing Rakista party machine with episode 4 this THURSDAY AT 7PM ON TV5. Directed by Quark 'I'm too sexy' Henares and myself, Mihk 'The Dihk' Vergara. Written By Erwin 'Let's get him!' Romulo LOADS OF TOPLESS MEN AND ZOMBIES ABOUND. AGAIN: LOADS OF ZOMBIES AND TOPLESS MEN ABOUND.
Need more proof of awesome and a little catch up on Rakista? Mosey on over here. Written by Philbert 'Clickthecity' Dy. He says very nice things about us, and you get to see Alvarez in a toga. WHOOO GO SWIM TEAM!
To the five of you still not watching Project Runway, now's the time to jump on. Wednesdays at 10ish! Replays on Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays! It's Fashown!
The very awesome Quark Henares and Diego Castillo have created a TV show for the whole family, and it airs this Thursday (AUGUST 14), 7PM-8PM. It stars Carlo Aquino, Denise Laurel, Marco Morales, Earl Ignacio, Rhea Nakpil, Alcris Galura and Wincy Ong! That's right! WINCY ONG! Scored by Mikey Amistoso and Diego Mapa! Directed by Quark and me!
Watch every succeeding episode to get a taste of the writing talents of King Palisoc, Zig Marasigan, Yvette Tan, Ramon De Veyra, Erwin Romulo and the already mentioned Quark Henares and Diego Castillo!
Watch every succeeding episode to go blind with the directing talents of King Palisoc, Zig Marasigan, Edsel Abesames, RA Rivera, yours truly and the already mentioned Quark Henares and Diego Castillo!
Cry at the awesome camera skillz of Pong Ignacio, Mackie Galvez and Dix Buhay!
Produced by Mads Adrias and the lovely ladies of furball. Edited by Cj and Olin.
After close to a year of work, Project Runway Philippines premieres tomorrow on etc. at 10 pm. Directed by the now understandably tired Marie Jamora and written by yours truly, the always awesome sleeplessplanet, the surly Erwin Romulo and the award winning hogia.
Tell your friends and family to spread the word and help earn us those bonuses!
You're breaking my heart Ellen Page. You really are.
Dropping out of Sam Raimi's Drag Me to Hell like that. Denying me the possible Campbell-Raimi-Page trifecta; after which I could finally turn from my life of crime.
It's like you want to break my heart. The Draft stunk? It's called Drag Me to Hell. DRAG ME TO HELL. It's not an adaptation of an Ayn Rand novel. Aren't you starring in that rollerball Drew Barrymore movie? Like that's any better?
You used to be cool. Now, you're just chili and chili ain't never been-ah fuck it. I can't stay mad at you.
1. I'm sorry Dark Knight. I love Bats as much as the next guy, but god-fucking-damn Golden Army got out of me the response I was expecting from The Dark Knight.
2. Sam Raimi's horror next? Hallelujah. What's that? It's batshit crazy and from a script he wrote fifteen years ago? Sign me the fuck up!
Here there be spoilers. Go see the movie(s) first.
I took the train, one bus ride and walked three blocks with my dad to see this bout of badassery:
Then, minutes later, Optimus Prime fucking dies.
I was four.
That is end of an era, childhood-ending shit right there.
So it's 20 years, three or four seasons worth of cartoons and two suck ass teaser trailers later.
By the time the third trailer rolled out, I accepted it for what it was, at the basest level: Giant robots kicking the crap out of each other.
It didn't have to be faithful or nostalgic or sap-happy because as far as I was concerned they were doing a piss poor job of that thus far. I cannot be bribed by transformation sounds alone. All they had to do was deliver on the spectacle and I'd be good.
A few days before teh movie came out, when talking to a lot of my friends who grew up with it especially, I was actually feeling hopeful.
Because everyone was collectively willing this movie to rock. Collectively willing what everyone owned, to rock.
Why?
Because they already fucking killed Optimus once. That was fucking enough. I don't think I could stand to see him die again, whether figuratively or literally.
I guess, in my four year old's heart of hearts I kinda knew that Optimus could only die once. It's universal law or something.
Then we saw it.
And you know what? He didn't die. Not this time.
He fucking saved the day.
That was much more than I could hope for.
So to that four year old kid back in georgetown: we're square. When you grow up, there will still and always be heroes.
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