Flashback: LNA

It was early July in 2001 when I proposed my Lexy, Nance & Argus comic strip to Pulp’s Vernon Go and then-managing editor Annie Alejo. I consider landing that space and staying there for nine high-profile months a very good thing for me, as it opened some important career doors, eventually. I got to contribute to the sister publication, MTV Ink, shortly after my first few published installments. I used a different writing style for the comic book reviews section, naturally; I think that when I started Lexy, I also began to consider writing seriously.

Even before I drew a page of LNA, I kinda knew what I wanted to do, but I actually hesitated. My old friend John offered wise advice, as he’s wont to dispense from time to time. He didn’t know what I had in mind and I didn’t share it, but he just reminded me that above all else, “Story is King.” I knew that, I’ve always known that, but I needed to hear those three words. He told me to seize that opportunity to tell a story. I did some pretty forgettable comics back in college (a superhero project that, eek, starred the old barkada, and a painted fantasy comic book thesis). But John knew I could do it, that I’ve learned much between college and that specific point.

And so I did 18 pages for Pulp all those years ago, the first act of a bigger story. There were more things that I wanted to say through it, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. I just hoped that I’d be able to finish it someday.

Four years ago, a new friend, Benedict, asked if it would continue. I did promise that it would be compiled with new material when act one finished back in September 2002. Continuing it had always been at the back of my mind; Benedict pushing me to finish it actually made me pull out my old scrawly notes, stuff I’d written soon after the initial publication. They had very specific, sprawling semantics on how the story details connected, and I was glad that I was finally able to do new pages between writing jobs.

Work, of course, consisted of writing entertainment and lifestyle reviews and reports for a broadsheet. In 2002, I only had my Pulp and MTV Ink work as existing writing credits, but my old editor (the late Louie Camino) kept me around as a regular contributor. My work there led to writing for a PR agency, where I’d mostly do copy for property developer press releases. I am thankful that all these years later, I still continue to contribute and learn from doing work for the paper and the agencies. As a freelancer, I learned how to adapt to the needs of the job, and I keep discovering things that I like about writing.

I started blogging in 2005, partly to plug the Lexy, Nance & Argus: Sex, Gods, Rock & Roll comic book. I also did an ashcan of spot cartoons, LNA: Family Album, to promote it (here’s a page).

The following are things about it that I blogged about years ago, for the curious:

LNA, genesis:

When I was given the chance to try out for Pulp’s comics section, I knew that whatever I’d be creating must have its own edge and voice. I have a number of stories in my head, some of which involve a big, epic superhero setting, but space constraints didn’t exactly allow for what I had in mind originally. So I tapped into something universal, something that I hoped would make people notice and pay attention. And this was “Lexy, Nance and Argus,” about the joys and pains of people who didn’t conform with society or tradition. From there, I understood how I wanted to present it.

I’ve hundreds of characters, but when I knew what I wanted to create and what kind of story I should tell, those three protagonists surfaced. It was easy to write them at that point. They had to be distinct from each other and relatable.

Autobiographical?

Not necessarily. There are certain scenes, thoughts and ideas that might be considered things I believe in or have experienced, but I’d rather not talk about the specifics for the sake of keeping the story’s mystique intact. That way, my readers can still separate me from my work, and can keep guessing if what they’re reading is taken from reality or just creative fabrication. It’s part of the whole writing deal.

Reader response:

A few letters I have received, presumably from young people, tell me that they have been empowered by it. They have been moved or touched by what they have read, and identify with the difficulties that the characters have had to go through. Mostly, the intention of the comic book is to provoke thought, to challenge people’s old notions about inclusion, family, and sexuality. If they feel positively affected by it, then I feel that I’ve done my job of getting my messages across.

But some adults were freaked out by it. Some have even called it porn. Anyway…

It’s very encouraging that there were people who believed in it, who waited patiently for the actual comic book to come out all those years later. Many of the reactions were very particular about their favorite parts or characters (even psychic Jim--in the drawing above--has some fans, yay!), while others listed it in their Friendster, Blogger, or MySpace profiles (sometimes alongside Bob Ong books and stuff by local comics luminaries). Also, three different people compared it to Box Office Poison, which I hope to read soon.

I’m glad that it’s gotten mostly favorable reviews and reactions from different readers--students, authors and teachers--in blogs and in publications such as PDI, Inquirer Libre, Manila Bulletin, Cosmopolitan, Icon, and FHM. Margie Holmes, Danton Remoto, ProGay’s Oscar Atadero, and the book’s fans had great, heartwarming things to say about it too (check out the LNA Reviews link!).

Thanks to everyone who bought a copy or reviewed it!

‘Speed Racer’: Candy-colored car caper

(Published May 30, Philippine Daily Inquirer-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Bursting with candy colors and deliberately artificial-looking, “Speed Racer” is a big popcorn movie revolving around racing and fast cars that, strangely, has some problems with pacing. Filmmakers Larry and Andy Wachowski (“The Matrix”) offer their take on the beloved ‘60s cartoon series, a fun and engaging enough new world that’s drenched in trippy special effects and made lively by hypnotic cinematography.

But those eventually wane when things slow down, particularly when its family-friendly drama bits turn sappy and didactic. Not that it’s entirely that way. The character development of the driven main hero Speed Racer (Emile Hirsch) is done captivatingly, his childhood memories imaginatively entwined together with his present-day angst and brooding personality. Those flashbacks are creatively presented on the screen, comic book-like in its utilization of foreground and background imagery.

“Speed Racer” re-introduces an oddly cool family, the Racers, whose love for racing and cars is established early on and repeatedly. Pops (John Goodman) makes the snazziest, fastest automobiles in his garage, while Mom (Susan Sarandon) is ever-supportive of the guys and can handle anything with her expertise in diplomacy, cooking pancakes and making sandwiches. And Spritle (Paulie Litt), Speed’s younger brother who’s more into food than cars, is the impish but loyal fan.

Speed’s hero-worship of a deceased older brother and racing champ, Rex (Scott Porter), still drives him to compete. The promising driver attracts the attention of Royalton Industries’ head honcho (Roger Allam), who tries to lure the young man into joining his roster of cared-for “thoroughbreds.” But sure enough, Speed politely declines, preferring to stay independent. Subsequently, the naïve Racer discovers some disheartening truths behind the business, and must stave off some threats (like gun-toting henchmen and yes, ninjas!) with the help of his family and butt-kicking girlfriend, Trixie (Christina Ricci).

It’s a comprehensibly told story, although it tends to wallow and linger too much every time it touches on Speed’s pathos. He’s mopey almost all of the time, but thankfully, that’s contrasted by Trixie’s bubbliness and reckless optimism. Pops, meanwhile, comes off as a well-meaning stage father. The Racer family has endured the loss of one of their own, and the father-son arguments make sense.

Still, it’s about 30 minutes too long. The flashy racing bouts, however, are a welcome visual treat, reminding one of the fun and rambunctious Pod Race in “Star Wars Episode 1.”

The zooming cars dueling on hazardous tracks are a sight to see, but the races soon become numbing. The special effects are something to admire, making the impossible incredibly real, even when faster-paced scenes or techno-meshed backgrounds defy the laws of physics.

The humor is odd, but your kid companions will undoubtedly get it and enjoy it.

Despite some screeching moments, “Speed Racer” is still worth seeing. But don’t rush.

‘Lady in the Water’: Fairy tale fluff

(Old review. Originally published July 24, 2006, PDI-Entertainment. I’m looking forward to the filmmaker’s latest, “The Happening,” showing within the month.)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Since “The Sixth Sense,” writer-director M. Night Shyamalan has pursued his own artistic vision, creating generally profound layers in his characters’ enigma-filled realities. His ideas aren’t that original, but he gives his own spin on established mythologies, so whether they’re ghosts, aliens, and other unusual beings that defy human comprehension, he knows how to make us believe, scant information on them notwithstanding. That is still true with “Lady in the Water,” although this time, it takes us time to get reeled in because it follows a more offbeat, more fairy tale-like structure.

The story is simpler and approached with a looser sense of logic in that sense, and requires huge leaps of faith on our end. As with his other films, the lead character reels from tragedy in “Lady”, but a fateful encounter with otherworldly creatures changes his monotony forever. After apartment superintendent Cleveland Heep (Paul Giamatti) rescues a “narf”—or sea nymph--named Story (Bryce Dallas Howard) from a pursuing mythical beast, he and a few select apartment residents must band together to help fulfill her mission. By helping out through designated roles, these misfits are ultimately saving the human race as a whole, at least according to some old legends.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a Shyamalan film if he didn’t insist on appearing in it. His screen time here is considerably longer and more crucial, as he plays an aspiring author destined to influence a future world leader. That’s when things get really iffy; his presence on-screen is a distraction. There are things you just can’t suspend disbelief over, like that character, and Story’s trippy claims that she’s from an undersea world (everyone takes her word for it without ever seeing her monster attacker). The voice of reason comes from a skeptical character much later in the movie, but by then it doesn’t really matter. Again, it’s like a simplified bedtime story that doesn’t bother with necessary details.

But the script is well-written in parts, particularly those involving an all-knowing, surly film critic character (Bob Balaban), who vocally points out the allusions of events and people to Cleveland and, well, to himself. Too bad the assemblage of characters here is at times disaffecting and too contrived. Among them is a kid who sees Story’s future by staring at cereal boxes (eh?), and a petulant woman who knows all (all!) the key characters and symbols of the narf legends by heart. There are many convenient plot elements that help Story—and the story!—move forward, including a timely placed deus ex machina that predictably lets the characters wriggle out of the whole mess unharmed.

It ends too abruptly, although it doesn’t spoon-feed the ceremonial fare-thee-wells anymore like it did during most of the movie. Howard’s partly amnesiac Story is just okay, but she appropriately radiates an aura of divinity, even when she’s immobile most of the time. No, we really don’t see her world, which probably would’ve spiced things up visually.

While it’s not the usual Shyamalan twist-filled crowd-pleaser, “Lady in the Water” is still about humanity and the human condition, even when they’re forced to commune with the bizarre. It isn’t that big a departure from his other fantasy-laced films, but it lacks some of the more complex puzzles and rewarding resolutions that his other, better-written films have believably presented.

Another Sun-Soaked Season Fades Away

My sleeping schedule’s outta whack again. I’ve been grabbing the chance to sleep when I can, since work has been unpredictable these last couple of weeks. Lack of z’s notwithstanding, it was an okay summer. Not as eventful as last year, but nevertheless a good one. Learned a bunch about different businesses through work for the agencies. Been itching to draw and tell a story through comics again. Been questioning life and its perplexing mysteries again, too.

Anyway, some recent things:

1. Saw Sex and the City. Wow, they made it a PG-13 movie (or R-13, as it’s called in SM theaters). The deletions were annoying; still, I suppose one way for it to make money is to have it shown at SM’s cinemas, too. But then again, it’s originally geared for adults, and it’s damn puzzling to watch it with jarring cuts. Oh well. I mostly liked it, though; it wasn’t perfect, but it ran like a multi-episode marathon. I missed those characters.

2. Got some Tori Amos CDs. Thanks, Sherwin! Am enjoying the Across the Universe OST double CD Mark lent me, too, aside from the music I got last week.

3. Good comics this week: Giant-Sized Astonishing X-Men, X-Force # 4, All-Star Superman # 11, New Avengers # 41, Final Crisis # 1 and Young Avengers Presents Stature. Last week, Christos Gage’s awesome Avengers: Initiative came out, too. And the summer had its share of mostly tightly written stuff, such as JSA, the first two Secret Invasion issues, Drew Goddard’s ongoing Buffy arc, and the Marvel Handbooks (the Marvel Atlas, Ultimate Handbook, and Iron Manual). It’s a great time for superheroes.

4. Been eating some chocolate pasalubong. Reese’s peanut butter cups are still fricking addictive. Sweet.

5. Saw 21. Across the Universe’s Jim Sturgess is still damn charismatic and talented. And it’s funny how his character blindly follows a beckoning stranger (a classmate) from the library into another room. Weeks later, he follows the same guy, now a friend, into a restroom cubicle. It’s like he was expecting something else, really.

Prince Caspian and the Revolution

John and I enjoyed The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. Sure, it had its plodding parts (boring, boring villains!), but its young actors have lost their obvious novice awkwardness and now comfortably reprise their roles. As more hardened warriors, the returning sibling rulers of Narnia figure in some breathtaking battle sequences. Darker, more atmospheric, and engaging, this sequel is one of the better popcorn epics of the summer. The story’s quite flimsy, but the expert handling of disparate aspects--mainly cutesy and horrific parts--diverts and keeps things from becoming truly bothersome. Take a bow, Andrew Adamson.

Surprisingly good stuff. It opens next week.

Lennon, Merchant, Maniacs

Thanks to my sister, who bought these wonderful CDs for me. Very cool pasalubongs.

The double CD Instant Karma: The Amnesty International Campaign to Save Darfur gathers artists like U2, Regina Spektor, Jack Johnson, Jakob Dylan, Avril Lavigne, Aerosmith, REM, and many others. They sing 23 John Lennon songs. I didn’t know that the ballad in “Mr. Holland’s Opus,” the sweet “Beautiful Boy,” was written by the music visionary until I heard it here. It’s a beautiful compilation that means to draw attention to the strife and human rights violations in Darfur, Sudan.

Good ol’ Ms. Merchant’s “Retrospective” compiles 13 songs from her solo work. “Jealousy” here is a single version; that, and the singer-songwriter’s notes on these chosen song-stories are good reasons to get it if you have album versions of them already. In the booklet, she writes, “I think that we all have the need and desire to make order out of the chaos of our lives. With memories that would otherwise be random, we draw timelines and divide them into little epochs… I’m grateful for this period of retrospection.”

Mary Ramsey’s second outing as 10,000 Maniacs’ vocalist, meanwhile, sounds more relaxed and playful in this 1999 recording. The songs have a more gleeful quality to them as well, solidifying a more distinct lightness to most of the material. Like the 1997 album “Love Among the Ruins,” this release is mostly devoid of thought-provoking messages and occasional lyrical grimness (which made the Maniacs such a special, edgy band). The feelgood and mellower vibe works, though; it’s not the Maniacs you remember, but “The Earth Pressed Flat” still has infectious, ear-pleasing stuff.

Prior to getting these, I bought OneRepublic’s “Dreaming Out Loud” album and Nancy Castiglione’s debut dance CD “Nancy Jane.” OneRepublic’s really good; the first few spins easily remind me of talented bands like The Fray and Keane, but they definitely have their own ingratiating alt-rock sound. And Nancy Jane, what a cool CD! I knew some songs were co-written by pals Benjamin Gabitan and DJ Brian Cua. But I didn't know how they sounded. When I heard a radio ad that played short parts of the songs, I just had to get it. Lovely!

‘Legion of Superheroes’: The ‘hidden years’ of young Superman and pals

(Published May 27, Philippine Daily Inquirer-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Superman’s old gang stars in the animated series “Legion of Superheroes,” a vibrant and colorful re-interpretation of the fan-favorite DC Comics team of 31^st century crimefighters. The show’s first season streamlines a bunch of things, making it easily comprehensible for new or younger audiences, without alienating its older fans.

For almost five decades, the interplanetary force made up of teens with super-powers has undergone multiple conceptual revamps in the monthlies, and has included icons Superboy and Supergirl in its eclectic, ever-growing roster. But while the members’ histories or personalities have gone through major changes, the idea that the team is composed of heroes from different planets remains.

After successful multi-character cartoon shows such as “Justice League Unlimited” and “Teen Titans,” the Legion is the next DC super-group deservingly given the small-screen serialization treatment. It has a young Superman among its ranks as well, giving it something instantly recognizable. Just like in Legion lore, Clark Kent is visited by time-traveling Legionnaires in Smallville, prior to his move to Metropolis. He travels to the future and joins them in subduing threats posed by super-criminals.

Being with other young people with powers makes this period crucial to Superman’s growth as a person and as a hero, according to the comics, and that’s replicated finely in the cartoons. He also inspires his teammates, who only previously knew him as a revered historical figure, considered by countless worlds as the mightiest of all superheroes.

Characters such as Lightning Lad, Saturn Girl, Bouncing Boy, Triplicate Girl, Phantom Girl, Timber Wolf, Brainiac 5 and several others hail from radically different home planets, but mostly enjoy each other’s company, a testament to the era’s generally harmonic co-existence of many worlds.

Episodes are easy to get into; season one’s stories are a mix of classic and new Legion moments, but they’re always about heroism in the face of impossible adversity. In one episode, Superman gains an admirer-stalker in the wealthy adventuress Alexis, an unhinged descendant of one of the DC Universe’s vilest supervillains. Another good episode focuses on a hilarious recruitment drive, where misfits of all shapes and costume designs try out for Legion membership. Meanwhile, the dramatic sacrifice of one of the Legionnaires in the season-ender reiterates how serious galaxy-saving is for these heroes.

The show’s continuity is tight, but each episode is contained enough to be jumping-on points. While “Legion of Superheroes” isn’t as edgy as the beloved “Justice League” series, it still has balanced doses of action and lively character development. It does get somewhat dark in the second season, with the addition of an unexpected member, and the debut of a popular and dreaded arch-enemy that appeared before in the comic books.

Young Superman and his unusually focused, emotionally mature peers unhesitatingly confront the toughest foes--costumed crooks, world conquerors and cosmic troublemakers--in these addictive “hidden” adventures. Sadly, “Legion of Superheroes” only lasted two seasons (26 episodes). That’s too bad; it’s been consistently fresh, smartly written, and a diverting galaxy-spanning show that brought animated life to some classic comic book concepts.

“Legion of Superheroes” airs on Jack TV, and soon on Cartoon Network.

Teen Woof

Unruly hair! Check out my Multiply site. I’d have titled the album “Yesterday I Got So Old” or “Where Did the Time (And My Hair) Go,” “Blame It On My Youth,” or “Not Pics of My Old Girlfriends” (don’t ask). Old unearthed time capsule, once again. Innocence Mission redux.

High School Quizzical

Holy jeez. I just had to share this. Further Proof of Nerdity. Yeah I was the overachieving little schoolboy. Some medals and a trophy I won during my time at Benedictine Abbey. I believe this pic was taken after my high school graduation. For a detailed list of some of my old contest victories, check out the May 2007 archives. It's there somewhere.

New Mutants for Old

Did this New X-Men drawing for Al (Toshi Nintendork). I’m swapping my original artwork for his copy of the FCBD X-Men. I read that already, but I’d still like to own it. Click on the drawing for a larger image. Too bad this winner roster didn’t continue; only Rockslide and Dust are in Young X-Men (which is hard to get into, because Cyclops is being portrayed as a reckless jerk).

Anyway, I did this last night. It was totally a spur of the moment thing; I grabbed the chance to do it when Al texted that he got a FCBD Jughead already (which I was supposed to trade for the X-Men issue, but I didn’t find one). I dropped everything and got really inspired to draw this.

A pity the New X-Men series was cancelled after the Messiah Complex crossover; it would’ve been great to see writers Craig Kyle and Chris Yost continue this excellent lineup’s adventures.

40 Gay Heroes

Thank you, Book Sale. Ellen DeGeneres tops a list that includes Matthew Shepard, Greg Louganis, Elton John, John Waters, the Indigo Girls and other influential gay people. The engrossing September 2007 issue celebrated the 40^th anniversary of the groundbreaking The Advocate magazine, which continuously focuses on many issues concerning the GLBT community in the US.

Got the 136-page special for only P65. What a wonderful magazine. May it and its talented, caring writers continue to help and inspire gay men and women for more decades to come.

‘The Riches’: The family that steals together

(Published May 19, 2008, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

The Malloy clan is probably one of the strangest TV families you’ll ever meet. They’re a tight group of con artists trying to pull off their most difficult scam yet in the unique drama “The Riches.”

The weekly series created by Dmitry Lipkin centers on a group of “travelers,” thieves that have subsisted and existed for generations in America by preying on virtually anyone who lets his guard down.

It’s uncommon for TV shows to use those that dabble in shady dealings as protagonists, but this unusual perspective--that of a thieving nomadic family’s--is innately intriguing. We’re hooked from the start, and more importantly, we root for these people we obviously wouldn’t care for in real life.

In “The Riches,” the family that steals together stays together. There’s a fascinating dynamic to a group that values mutual respect, while rationalizing its systematic preying on others.

Moving around in their RV for years, the Malloys have always been resourceful, constantly improvising and sneaking off with other people’s money wherever the road leads them. Interestingly, while they’re robbers, they don’t resort to violence to achieve their goals.

Fleeing a community of fellow thieves after some serious disagreements, Wayne Malloy (Eddie Izzard), his wife Dahlia (Emmy-nominated Minnie Driver) and their three kids ponder their uncertain future. In an ensuing chase, their pursuers cause a terrible road mishap that kills a rich couple. Well, make that the “Rich” couple. The Malloys try to resuscitate Doug and Cherien Rich, but fail. They visit the deceased’s posh, newly bought Louisiana home, and after much debating, they decide to move in and pose as the new neighbors, the Riches.

It’s a crazy idea, but surprisingly, it works. As a show, “The Riches” works, too; every episode of the first season offers different morality quandaries that strongly latch onto the familial and individual growth of the Malloys. It’s immensely satisfying to see the identity thieves scramble to maintain their cover, learn things they never expected, and as Wayne put it, “steal the American Dream!”

But it’s not solely about deception; half the time, there are crucial truths that this new life reveals to them. The origin and consequences of Dahlia’s secret drug addiction are creatively tackled, while Wayne’s compulsion for seemingly unconquerable challenges is consistently presented. Amusingly, their kids--brooding teen Cael (Noel Fisher), musically inclined Di Di (Shannon Marie Woodward), and cross-dressing Sam (Aidan Mitchell)--have assimilated into “normal” life quickly, without letting go of their real personalities and special skills.

While scenarios are rife with either smart humor or serious drama, the narrow escapes are hokey or too convenient occasionally, most notably when Izzard’s character whips up pep talks that don’t really make sense. These often manage to make him sound sagacious--even eccentric--to his new coworkers. But these don’t always work.

Despite this, you believe that this family is struggling really hard to adapt and blend in. And apart from siding with them, you’d easily enjoy watching this unconventional unit squirm through their unending charades.

“The Riches” airs Tuesdays at 9 p.m. on 2^nd Avenue.

Avengers: The Initiative, a year later

Thirteen issues (counting the important Annual) later, Avengers: The Initiative remains the most exciting of the three current Avengers titles, even when there are only a handful of crimefighters-turned-instructors that officially belong to Marvel’s star super-team.

It’s still about the post-Civil War hero landscape, where registered adventurers are required to undergo strict training prior to being issued their superhero licenses. New characters like Komodo, Cloud 9, Hardball, Trauma and MVP were developed alongside pre-existing ones such as Constrictor, Slapstick, Taskmaster, Triathlon, the irredeemable Ant-Man, and many others.

Co-writers Dan Slott and Christos Gage have been great; they’ve worked some nostalgia-triggering components into it, but it still mostly tackles how the Marvel U has changed. Fresh perspectives and a revolving focus on its large cast keep things from becoming dull. It’s amazingly uncluttered, for something that has characters with complex histories galore.

Conspiracies, transformations and a bittersweet ending to the yearlong arc have been handled with much care, the writers’ and artist Stefano Caselli’s enthusiasm for the project clearly evident throughout those issues. The substitute artist, however, is seriously lacking when it comes to facial expressions and action scenes.

Art inconsistencies aside, Avengers: The Initiative is consistently well-written. Issue 13 starts with the introduction of a new batch of recruits, a mix of familiar and obscure characters that, hopefully, will be just as immersing as the previous group of trainees.

‘What Happens in Vegas’: Conditional love, short-lived honeymoon

(Published May 13, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

A drunken wedding leads to a regrettable morning after, in the pretty average love-hate rom-com “What Happens in Vegas.” This time, what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay there, as it becomes painfully clear to two vacationing strangers who impulsively tie the knot after a night of non-stop partying. It’s exactly what its trailer promises; it pretty much encapsulates how predictably normal--and cloyingly cute--this movie is.

But it’s not without some good laughs. “What Happens in Vegas” executes its situational humor decently, from scenes that depict mini-gender battles to those that portray typical relationship blunders.

Don’t expect anything profound or clever, though, as it’s not a movie that doesn’t stray too far from the parameters of the conventional comedy or romance flick. It’s light, sometimes shallow, and doesn’t require much thinking from its viewers.

It’s quite simple and an easy watch: Cameron Diaz plays Joy, a competitive career woman who’s a doormat when it comes to her relationship with her unappreciative beau Mason (Jason Sudeikis). After the unavoidable breakup, she flies to Las Vegas for a change of scenery, and runs into Jack (Ashton Kutcher), a slacking and unfocused furniture-maker with problems of his own. They hit it off quick, but they don’t remember much from the night before. They freak out when they realize their mistake and their glaring incompatibility.

But after an argument, the newlyweds win millions of dollars, and the impromptu lovers-turned-enemies waste no time in fighting over it. Sentenced to “six months hard marriage” by a judge (Dennis Miller), who wanted them to feel and understand the consequences of their rash actions, Jack and Joy pretend to get along for the sake of their frozen money.

Of course, they scheme moronic plots to discredit each other, so the offended party will be awarded the entire cash prize. They spend most of their “honeymoon” creating devious plans, pulling them into each other’s oddly comforting worlds, in the process.

Kutcher’s part seems like a mellower extension of his “That ‘70s Show” character, while his devious pranks automatically remind you of his “Punk’d” TV show. He’s in his element, obviously, but he’s made to look like a likeable loser, someone who’d attract a similarly nutty and unsure person like Joy.

That pairing keeps this not-so-subtle comedy quite bearable; Diaz and Kutcher have charm and personality points easily covered. The dialogue is okay, but it’s not great, although there are a few laugh-out-loud moments. Some of those involve Jack and Joy’s best friends, played by Rob Corddry and Lake Bell, respectively.

It’s not shoddily done, but “What Happens in Vegas” doesn’t exceed its prefabricated design. The material is able to poke a little fun at how some take the opportunity to marry for granted, though. And while the film quickly drains its conditional love and material greed angles, it’s still a union of typical elements that doesn’t spiral out of control.

Legionnaire Lovin’

Three Legions!

Woohoo! My fave Legion is back! At least for the Final Crisis: Legion of Three Worlds mini by Johns and Perez. Got this pic from Newsarama. Don’t know why it has the same Superman and middle image from DC Universe 0, but I’m not complaining. Nice contrasting versions of the teams.

The post-Zero Hour-“Archie” Legion, I miss it a lot, especially the Abnett, Lanning, Coipel and Batista issues. That universe just abruptly ended, and the version that replaced it wasn’t that great, mainly because most of the characters seemed interchangeably dour. The resurrected pre-Crisis version looks good, but I wasn’t really into the characters back then, because of the already-complicated histories.

Still, I can’t wait for this. The more Legionnaires, the merrier.

We Want Everyone

A year ago today, I was recovering from my first ever hangover, after a fun, crazy night of music, beer and friends. As soon as I felt better, I went to Makati for John’s birthday lunch. Used up some nifty gift checks and got the most awesome meal ever. Speaking of, Happy Birthday, John! Let’s eat somewhere different.

It’s been a busy week. Been feeling tired today. I want to do something for work earlier but right now I just feel lethargic and uneasy. I know that this, too, shall pass. But at this moment, I’m wallowing, rather bittersweetly, with this classic song playing in the background. I can so relate to it. Sigh.

No One Is To Blame
Howard Jones

You can look at the menu but you just can’t eat
You can feel the cushions but you can’t have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool but you can’t have a swim
You can feel the punishment but you can’t feel the sin

And you want her
And she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her
And she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame

You can build a mansion but you just can’t live in it
You’re the fastest runner but you’re not allowed to win
Some break the rules
And live to count the cost
The insecurity is the thing that won’t get lost

And you want her
And she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her
And she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame

You can see the summit but you can’t reach it
It’s the last piece of the puzzle but you just can’t make it fit
Doctor says you’re cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain

And you want her
And she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her
And she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame

‘Iron Man’: Knight in hi-tech armor

(Published May 5, Philippine Daily Inquirer-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

This is one movie that will make the geeks happy.

Comic book hero Iron Man gets translated to the big screen surprisingly well, updated to fit in a contemporary and much edgier setting. Marvel’s playboy-superhero is made extra-tangible by the intelligent screenplay, Jon Favreau’s confident direction, and of course, Robert Downey, Jr.’s excellent portrayal. Effects-aided slugfests, nicely timed humor and drama, respect for established Iron Man lore--yup, this one’s bound to keep the comic book fans happy.

“Iron Man” is accessible for those who never read the series, too, especially since it gives the main character, Tony Stark (Downey), a thorough and riveting origin. Some details have been changed to make it more plausible, but the basic premise remains the same.

The industrialist and genius weapons inventor is wounded and abducted in Afghanistan, surviving a chest wound with the help of a device that keeps shrapnel from reaching his heart. Forced to re-create one of the most destructive weapons in his arsenal, Stark secretly makes a special suit of armor instead. Using it to escape and beat up his captors, Stark experiences an epiphany, which bodes ill for his weapons-making company and his business partnership with smarmy Obadiah Stane (Jeff Bridges). With cutting edge technology at his disposal, he creates a new and modified body armor, one meant for fighting heavily armed bad guys.

“Iron Man” does a number of things right, which is good news for fans, considering that superhero movies often have to compress and summarize years’ worth of stories into one comprehensible film. It’s able to pick up and play with plot points and combine them into cohesion. Moreover, it’s a nice introduction to the superhero’s world, made somewhat sensible, even alluring, by its fantastical science fiction concepts.

It rightly shows Tony Stark as a flawed but altruistic man. He beds and forgets women, and drinks way too much (which foreshadows his bouts with alcoholism, possibly in a sequel). But he treats his secretary, Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow) with utmost respect, and becomes proactive when he feels the need to right some terrible wrongs. Unlike many superheroes, his life-altering impetus came later, and he enjoys his civilian life. Well, he does have tons of money. He has an odd but understandable rapport with machines; his house and armor are even equipped with an artificial intelligence that he converses with!

The Iron Monger as the first movie’s super-villain works pretty well, too. The armored fisticuffs between the two foes are characteristically popcorn movie-kinetic. You’d wish that it went on longer and became crazier, though. It would be interesting to see Iron Man’s visually diverse rogue’s gallery appear in future sequels.

Downey, again, is incredible in it, and the witty script feels tailor-made for him. And given the cool, foreshadowed elements such as Jim Rhodes (Terrence Howard) eventually taking over the Iron Man role, and the important, fan-pleasing scene after the end credits, yeah, a sequel would be something to look forward to. “Iron Man” is a solid, smart and entertaining film, and it’s been a while since Marvel had one.

Brain Freeze, Main Sneeze

I like being a freelancer. I get to do things more than half the time at home, usually shirtless and barefoot, and on hours when I feel most comfortable. But sometimes, I need a change of pace. I eventually get tired of the routines, even when I’ve grown to love my different jobs.

Two days ago, my eyes just glazed over as I looked at reference material. Incredibly bored, I kept distracting myself with things unrelated to my work, just to find some inspiration. It came, but it took some time. I finished two articles.

I barely had four hours sleep when new work came in. Two new, unannounced articles were due that afternoon, so I did them as soon as I could. I had to pick up reference at the office later for another new assignment, so I got out of the house by 7:15 p.m. It was still warm outside, but the bus I took had its aircon on full-blast. I was already coughing earlier that day, so I kinda expected it to worsen, eventually. And it did.

But I didn’t think of it too much then, because they were showing some campy ‘90s flick starring Nanette Medved, Gabby Concepcion, and, heh, Rey “PJ” Abellana. It was just a damn trainwreck; you can’t take your eyes off of it.

Anyway, I got to my destination. The office had the aircon off. I was already feeling a mild headache because of the stuffiness and my lack of sleep. Still, I hung out and drank with friends Mark and Sherwin soon at a nearby bar that played ‘80s New Wave (where an old fellow Inquirer contributor, cool guy Ruben Cruz, was drinking with co-workers). Got to Edsa by 2 a.m., and once again, the bus I got on was practically freezing, too. By the time I got home, I was feeling bad, so I quickly cleaned up and went directly to bed. My head was killing me.

I got phlegmy and feverish by the morning. My nose was clogged, too. I took paracetamol, put on vapor rub, and dozed off a few times. Yeah, I missed the Speed Racer preview at the Imax because of it.

Hope I get better soon. Still, I can appreciate hours of just doing nothing, and not thinking about anything. But even when I’m not sick, my brain wants to go on vaycay sometimes, and that translates to restlessness and a desire to do something else (oh, digression: I think I’d like to own a lomo camera, because those shots with the skewed perspectives, symmetrical panels, and round frames are growing on me. Plus, it looks like it might prove useful for some assignments).

Anyway, yeah, I’ll get better. Mind over matter. This is nothing.

Deadlines are looming.

Woman power fuels ‘Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles’

(Published May 1, Philippine Daily Inquirer-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Science fiction and action movie icon Sarah Connor, played by Linda Hamilton in two previous blockbuster “Terminator” movies, is revived in a weekly TV series that expounds on its mythology. “Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles” decompresses the man-versus-machine premise, giving new life to its tough, doomsday-averting heroine.

Sarah, mother to destined leader of the human resistance, John Connor, is back. But it’s not the gritty, tenacious warrior-woman we remember. Taking over the role is Lena Heady (Queen Gorgo in “300”), who has a less commanding a presence, and not as finely developed muscles as Hamilton’s gritty Sarah Connor back in the day.

Heady, however, is just as good an actress. She lends credibility to the character, who has grown a little complacent a few years after the events of “Terminator 2: Judgment Day.” That’s where the story picks up; it disregards the third “Terminator” film, “Rise of the Machines,” where Connor was written out as having succumbed to cancer.

“Sarah Connor Chronicles” centers on the titular character and her teen son John’s (Thomas Dekker) renewed war with relentless Terminator cyborgs from the future. But their saga has grown to include a new female Terminator, Cameron (Summer Glau), programmed to protect John from all threats. Time-traveling to 2007, the fugitive trio tries to prevent Armageddon once again, avoiding undercover Terminators and the authorities along the way. They discover artificial intelligence programs and projects that could evolve and would rid the planet of its human inhabitants.

The pacing of the series requires some getting used to. Certain episodes are able to break free from the typical chase-fight-flee parameters and elaborate on meaningful human interaction. The movies couldn’t do this, on account of their limited span. But the action scenes, integral to the “Terminator” films, are quite contained and not as brisk here. Also, some episodes are extra-stretched to the point of predictability.

Still, Glau amusingly plays a Terminator that’s stoic and unblinking one moment, and a convincingly eccentric high school student the next. And the addition of Brian Austin Green as a badass rebel soldier from the future nicely shakes things up for the three main characters, as he’s revealed to have really important connections to them.

The show can still get better by exploring story angles that the movies missed, such as the changing mother-son dynamic. A few episodes into the first season, some interesting story possibilities have already presented themselves. It makes one wonder where it’s headed, given its deliberate distancing from the third film, where the dreaded robot-ruled future becomes a reality.

Arnold Schwarzenegger as the T-800 isn’t missed all that much; the series stands impressively without him. Heady’s narration bookends every episode, often alluding to the deeper symbolism of Sarah’s turbulent journey and her seemingly never-ending battles. But while her intriguing chronicles deserve watching, the show needs to speed things up and make things less mechanical.

“Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles” airs on C/S-RPN and AXN.

Rein in the Summertime

To Whom It May Concern,

I remember things from summer:

So high on tongue.
Music in our heads.
Rubbing me the right way.
The two-sided romance.
Ecstasy under cartoon sheets.
Doing your mouth justice.
This mutual seduction.
A warm hug.
You as a pillow.
Schoolboy crush.
Fun in a bottle.
Perfection in a punchline.
Stolen kisses.
That goofy grin.
Soulmates melding.
Viewing you from that special angle.
The sweat between bodies.
Salvation on a mattress.

Nostalgically Yours,

Someone Who Misses It

Bizarre Behavior

Man, viewing that controversial rectal surgery video once is enough to make you squeamish on different levels. I finally saw it yesterday. You’ll just feel bad for the poor patient, who was violated and humiliated many times over—first by the stranger who abused him when he was unconscious, next by the rowdy bunch in that operating room, and most recently by the idiot church spokesman who blamed him for having gay sex.

Horrible, really.

Iron Maniac

Iron Man opens today. Saw it last night at TriNoma. Whoa, it didn’t suck. Actually, it’s pretty darn good! John, Benedict and I were entertained by it. Stay put when it finishes, because they’re showing something really cool and important after the end credits.

Rock Hard Women

(Published yesterday, April 26, Phil. Daily Inquirer-Super)

Some must-hear music by some illuminating ladies
By Oliver M. Pulumbarit

The better female singer-songwriters have been around for years, their compositions possessing that very specific and distinct perspective that continue to give voices to many fellow women--and even men--everywhere. Sensitive lyrics, made tangible by a multitude of personalities, celebrate womanhood and countless other subjects. There have been, and will always be such bodies of work that will remain intrinsically feminine (and about exclusively female experiences), but the good ones will still be universally relatable.

Here are a few exceptional recordings by women artists or female-fronted bands that connect, inspire and empower, definitely worth listening to and relishing even after International Women’s Month:

Joni Mitchell, “Hits” - Any Joni Mitchell album is worth listening to repeatedly, but this essential compilation gathers 15 of her best songs. From the ‘60s to the ‘90s, the grandmomma of gifted singer-songwriters crafted pure excellence, evident in such classics as “Circle Game,” “Both Sides Now” and “River.”

Sinead O’Connor, “I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got” - Before angry women rockers became all the rage in the late ‘90s, O’Connor made songs that were fueled by emotionally transparent lyrical content, her most prominent ones focusing on disappointment, betrayal and heartbreak.

Sarah McLachlan, “Surfacing” - This is perhaps the Lilith Fair founder’s most accessible album; you really can’t tire of her elegant, powerful voice and her songs that coruscate with attitude and grace.

Heather Nova, “Oyster” - Nova’s rock ditties have that ethereal quality to them because of her seductive, siren-like voice. She’s no slouch in the writing department, either, as this album alluringly proves.

Sheryl Crow, “Sheryl Crow” - This sophomore effort is a more cohesive, smoother collection of songs. Musically and lyrically, this set is easy to listen to, and discusses topics ranging from grown-up angst to playful optimism.

Aimee Mann, “The Forgotten Arm” - The 2005 concept album by the former ‘Til Tuesday vocalist follows chapters of a larger story, each song exposing sides to a romance tarnished by imperfections and unhealthy predilections.

Tracy Chapman, “Tracy Chapman” - She sings about unemployment, racism, domestic disputes and imprisonment. But there are uplifting songs as well in this special gem.

Color It Red, “Hand-Painted Sky” - Cooky Chua and the band’s debut album evokes a range of emotions and inspires vivid imagery. And there’s even a song sung in the perspective of a dolphin. Really.

Alanis Morissette, “Jagged Little Pill” - The hit album’s very honest confessions and personal ponderings made people listen, the Canadian artist’s success paving the way for more young scorned or hurting women with cathartic songs to sing.

Sugar Cubes, “The Great Crossover Potential” - Before Bjork simultaneously wowed and weirded out listeners and music video watchers as a solo artist, she and her band made bouncy, trippy music. Their songs “Motor Crash” and “Regina” eventually became alt-rock/new wave faves.

Dar Williams, “End Of The Summer” - Williams is a gifted folk-pop storyteller whose ruminations on teen paranoia, therapy, and other seemingly mundane things are creatively and interestingly presented.

Liz Phair, “Whitechocolatespaceegg”- The 1998 album has some disparate female perspectives, creatively flavoring such catchy and cleanly produced tracks like “Johnny Feelgood,” “What Makes You Happy” and “Polyester Bride.”

No Doubt, “Tragic Kingdom” - Gwen Stefani and the boys made really infectious ska-pop back in the day. “Just A Girl,” “Excuse Me Mister,” and “Spiderwebs” still sound cool and relevant after all these years.

Milla Jovovich, “The Divine Comedy” - Many years before Jovovich starred as beleaguered heroines in “Resident Evil” and, er, “Ultraviolet,” she released an excellent folk-pop album back in 1994. It’s a smart, audibly winning debut effort that should’ve gotten more attention.

Garbage, “Version 2.0” - It’s sexy, techno-organic and a worthwhile sonic journey every time. Shirley Manson can be feelgood and freaky, apart from being fab.

Edie Brickell, “Picture Perfect Morning” - Brickell’s sound evolved and matured, her lyrics becoming even more heartfelt viewpoints that focused on love, loss, envy and tragedy, among other things.

Indigo Girls, “Rites of Passage” - Emily Saliers and Amy Ray complement each other well in this well-received 1992 album, giving vocal texture and variety to their mostly inquisitive material.

10,000 Maniacs, “Our Time In Eden” - Among Natalie Merchant’s most memorable songs are those with her old band. Socially aware, political and cleverly written, this album showcases their signature janglepop-new wave sound, as well as ska-ish numbers.

Imago, “Probably Not, But Most Definitely” - Definitely a great CD; the strength of Aia De Leon’s voice is apparent early on. It’s easy to like the smartly worded songs with Celtic-like string arrangements, and even the funny spoken parts.

Regina Spektor, “Begin To Hope” - She plays with interesting scenarios, so you can’t help but picture her chosen images. She juxtaposes Samson with Wonderbread, for example, while mostly accompanied by dramatic piano-playing.

Suzanne Vega, “Tried and True” - Vega’s consistently lilting voice is haunting; her changing musical styles are catalogued and collected in this special compilation.

Luscious Jackson, “Electric Honey” - The all-girl trio created an album that’s unified by a focus on fun, translating superbly into pulsating and edgy cuts, atmospheric ballads, and catchy song titles such as “Alien Lover,” “Sexy Hypnotist,” “Space Diva” and more.

Melissa Etheridge, “Yes I Am” - The celebrated lesbian musician’s 10-song album showcased her powerful voice and remarkable songwriting skills. Almost every track speaks about freedom, or her declaration of individuality.

Cynthia Alexander, “Insomnia and Other Lullabyes” – Melodic ditties, introspective words and Alexander’s distinct voice make this first record an unforgettable one.

Tori Amos, “Little Earthquakes” - She’s a one-of-a-kind artist whose art rock sensibilities keep breaking down traditional perceptions of song structures and religious concepts. She sings about violation, self-inflicted suffering, and sex quite expressively.

‘Gossip Girl’ has the dirt

(Published April 24, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Moneyed teens figure in catfights and mini-scandals in the popular American show “Gossip Girl,” the latest series about young romance, social cliques and petty rivalries. Some gorgeous up-and-comers make up the cast, the new characters easily memorable because of the actors’ distinct good looks. But substance-wise, while the teen drama’s pretty predictable--a few shows before it have examined high school hi-jinks quite elaborately and entertainingly--it’s still quite addictive because of its hip take on superficiality, complicated friendships and sexual intimacy.

In the show, a famous website reports juicy details on the escapades of Manhattan’s young elite. The anonymous Gossip Girl is voiced by Kristen Bell (of “Veronica Mars” and “Heroes”), who impeccably narrates with just the right balance of sarcasm and curiosity. The blog-worthy subjects include the “Mean Girls”-ish rivalry between self-centered Blair Waldorf (Leighton Meester) and former wild girl Serena Van Der Woodsen (Blake Lively), and their fluctuating relationships with family and friends.

The lives of rich kid Nate Archibald (Chace Crawford) and Serena’s longtime admirer Dan Humphrey (Penn Badgley) also liven up the technology-aided rumor mill. Dan and his sister Jenny (Taylor Momsen) are the wealthy kids’ new schoolmates, good-natured souls slowly getting assimilated into a world where shallow catfights, spending sprees and duplicity seem to be commonplace.

“Gossip Girl,” inspired by a series of books, is cleverly written; its dialogue is mostly contemporary but has the potential to age well. It also utilizes classic teen show story formulas. There are defining love triangles, for instance, among them one that involves the reformed Serena, her former paramour Nate, and his girlfriend Blair. Another working formula centers on the transformation of an unrepentant bad boy, Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick), into a lovesick pup. His backfiring machinations elicit guaranteed sympathy! And problematic parents--sometimes more messed-up than the kids--are tried and tested elements that give the young characters needed definition or contrast.

The cast is an appealing ensemble with obvious, cookie-cutter roles, but the actors fit them seamlessly. However, Matthew Settle plays a dad to two teens, but he looks only a few years older than co-star Badgley! Still, the actor is competent and has a working chemistry with Kelly Rutherford (“Melrose Place,” Home Front”), who plays Serena’s single mother. Their characters figure in two love triangles, too!

Despite having dramatic scenarios that inevitably result in, yes, ruined parties, balls and soirees, “Gossip Girl” manages to push the right buttons. A working symbiosis with its soundtrack helps (key scenes were aptly flavored by Angels and Airwaves and One Republic). This new show already feels like it learned from the better episodes of “Beverly Hills 90210,” “Dawson’s Creek” and “The O.C.,” in that a couple of storylines mostly offer speedy, mature resolutions. Whether it’s reflective of how youngsters in that scene act and react is anyone’s guess.

Regardless, a few things are happening way too fast, so hopefully, it doesn’t burn out and exhaust story ideas before subsequent seasons. For now, though, “Gossip Girl” has the dirt on these heartthrobs and heartbreakers, and you can’t help but keep yourself updated on the latest scoop.

Final Crisis Creators’ Crisis

Funny pics from Newsarama. JG Jones shows original Final Crisis pages to Grant Morrison. I’ve read Morrison’s CBR interview about the series and boy, now I’m excited. I hope it doesn’t end like his Seven Soldiers, though. But I loved his JLA run, and he’s handling them again in FC, so I’m optimistic. Jones is a damn good artist too. Will also get the tie-in series, Legion of 3 Worlds, by Geoff Johns and George Perez! Wow. Three Legions!

Sunsets Sailing on April Skies

I’m rereading my April 2007 blog entries. Wow, it’s been a year since I first listened to the music of Mozzie. Been a year since Beer Guy Mark introduced me to Mojitos at Greenbelt, too. Things felt different then, as I was experiencing some kind of burnout, mixed with some desire to break from the monotony of work and personal routines that I’d gotten used to. That summer, I’d write later, was a “bittersweet bitch.”

One year later, I feel much, much better. I think I know myself and understand my quirks more, at this point. I’m still characteristically fidgety sometimes, but I’ve been learning to loosen up now. I’ve been looking at certain things differently, too.

I’ve been able to focus more with work, and manage my schedule better. I wish that translated to better sleeping hours, though. A year later, I’m writing press releases for Beer Guy’s company, too. And I’m loving Mozzie’s “So Bad.”

So there. Heart’s still on my sleeve, summer’s sweet and no bitchin’. I miss the Mojitos, though.

Gossip Monger

Now isn’t that a pretty cast. I adore this show. Gossip Girl is pretty predictable but still cleverly written. And Kristen Bell (Veronica Mars, Elle Bishop) as the sarcastic narrator Gossip Girl? Just perfect.

Penn Badgely, who plays Dan, looks like the miracle offspring of Freddie Prinze and John Mayer. I can identify with his character the most, so far; he’s sort of the outsider who’s gradually getting to know the characters amidst the catty, sometimes shallow, conflicts. It’s hard to believe Matthew Settle as his dad, though (they look like they were born less than five years apart!), but I’m glad that he’s got a regular gig. Same with former Homefront and Melrose Place actress Kelly Rutherford, I’m glad she’s doing great here.

“Ex Oh, Ex Oh!”

Dear Mr. Christ

Heya Jesus,

It’s been a while. Last time I “spoke” with you, I worshipped you. That was a long time ago, yes? I write this now because, after all these years, I still wonder.

It shouldn’t matter now, really. I’ve long accepted that I couldn’t believe in you, at least in the version of you that was documented in that book, and in some interpretations today. Now I know some friends and loved ones still believe in you, and I won’t begrudge them that. But worshipping you, or your dad... it’s just not for me.

I haven’t thought about you in a while, but when certain people take their beliefs too far, I think of you, the deified symbol. Some people make a big deal when the possibility that you’d been married or had kids gets raised. Why is consensual sex between adults so wrong? Why do people feel that it diminishes you in particular, or what you’re supposed to represent, if you had mortal urges that you succumbed to back then? You were half-mortal, weren’t you? And the debates don’t stop there, no?

Some say you died on the cross; others say you didn’t. Some say you’re black, others white. Some believe that you’ll be coming back soon with fiery judgment in tow. I find it hard to believe that you existed at all. Did you really rise from the dead and fly to some heavenly realm, or is your body still buried somewhere on the planet? People still make a fuss.

You were written as someone selfless, someone who hung out with the outcasts. But you were depicted as a butt-kicking, peddler-hating guy whose patience was tested outside that house of worship, too. You had nice things to say, and cryptic ones, as well. As you’re the Son in the Holy Trinity, I used to believe that you were a vital component to the Father’s plans. Ah, God the Father. Now, he’s not as well-written as you, sadly.

According to those old stories, he started out as an all-powerful, ever-living God who's somewhat vain, who wanted to be worshipped above all. He created humans to have devotees, and tested their EQ by forbidding them to partake of the fruit of that one special tree. He gave his experiments free will but mercilessly punishes them with floods or plagues anyway, when they stray or pursue their own destinies. He supposedly changed, matured and sent you to teach people compassion and selflessness. But, wait, the book says repeatedly that he’s all-knowing and perfect. Why does he have his occasional hissy-fits when his creations decide to live their own way? Oh, God.

I don’t get it. It still makes me cringe when certain fanatics use religions devoted to you--and consequently, your name and your father’s--to justify division and repression. From time to time, there are homophobic idiots or religious extremists that feel justified every time they use their faith to condemn and persecute others. You probably know that, if you are indeed all-seeing now. There are horrible turf wars and lives made more miserable by old arguments. It’s hard to believe that these things happen, that those people who claim superiority through religion still exist in a supposed civilized age.

But, well, if you existed today in this troubled world, you’d know and understand firsthand that some people are actually making others’ lives hell. What would you do, Jesus?

Did you or your dad foresee the changes, the existence of fighting factions that claim to represent the one indisputable truth? It’s a more complicated world, now.

But despite all that, the experiences, the individuality of people are more felt than ever. Many people experience God and goodness in different ways, through different people, and not necessarily through you. Spirituality isn’t just achieved through strict religious codes, anymore.

I lost faith in you, also, because I couldn’t believe in that other divine aspect--God the punisher, God the jealous guy--anymore. Nor do I believe that to achieve some form of salvation, faith in you is the only way to be spared some celestial penalties. But, you know, I still have faith in the goodness of some people. I’m far from perfect, but I don’t believe I’m bound for eternal punishment because I didn’t believe in you or God’s other established incarnations.

I’m not missing you, Jesus.

And I feel happier and more fulfilled, now.

Your erstwhile worshipper,

Oliver

Burnham Parked, Session Obsession

Here’s a more detailed recollection of my Baguio visit. The pic that accompanied this article for Super is me posing at SM’s rooftop, as taken by our photog Christian. That’s the one I posted in the “Session Ode” entry below. Some people I know, the ones who saw the photo, were kinda amused that my mug’s in the paper. This is the third time that a picture of me appeared, but I still find the thought of my face getting printed on thousands of copies surreal and daunting. And yeah, quite cool, admittedly.

Chilling out in breezy Baguio

Words by Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Photos by Christian Aldrin Garcia

Ah, Baguio. The City of Pines is still the place for that quick summer getaway, if you prefer something chilly and relaxingly familiar to escape your scorching home metropolis.

Going there via bus is its own separate experience; prior to reaching elevated Baguio’s comforting embrace, you get to see and cross provinces that you don’t normally visit. Going northbound at night meant that you get to see quiet, tranquil spaces lit by a few star-like lights in the engulfing blackness, too.

Interestingly, the restrooms at some bus terminals and stopover places at certain provinces require you to pay a small fee--depending on what you intend to do--just like some comfort rooms in Baguio. They’re clean, mostly; but declaring your specific business to someone by the door takes some getting used to, though.

Catching some z’s in the bus came in useful for this trip, especially when there’s little else to do during the 6-hour-plus ride. But once you set foot on good ol’ Baguio, you can’t wait to freshen up in your hotel room, get out, and re-acquaint yourself with the city. Session Road feels like it used to, but the addition of popular food establishments common in Metro Manila makes it an architectural fusion of decades-old structures with contemporary commercial design. It’s probably inevitable, but the change gives it a unique disparity.

Walking to the “C2 Explore” event at nearby Burnham Park meant that you get to see more changes in the surrounding area. The Park, however, is still big and busy, made lively by a wide assortment of visitors such as picnicking families, peddlers of trinkets and other souvenir items, relaxing tourists, and biking and skateboarding youngsters.

The C2 weekend event, which lasted till the late afternoon, attracted park visitors to its invigorating series of activities. Geared towards the improvement of “the body, mind and soul,” these involving presentations that lured spectators and enthusiasts all day long. Taichi sessions were received favorably, attended by the young and elderly alike. There were aero-hiphop numbers led by a gifted, nimble dancer named Kimberly, who never seemed to tire. The petite instructor also taught participants the rudiments of bellydancing in a separate, equally well-attended class.

At the C2 tent, where sudden gusts of aircon-cold winds wafted in periodically, visitors got to join different activities that catered to their creativity. Classes for bead jewelry-making, sculpting and basket-weaving were held; attendees enjoyed getting informative lessons in unique sessions that lasted a few hours each. C2 buyers got free henna tattoos, too, for every purchase of the beverage.

The C2 Explore event successfully finished that Saturday afternoon, before a big downpour drenched the place. But the soaked tents were ready and cleaned up early the next day. The series of entertaining dance exhibitions proceeded as planned, like it never rained.

The streets leading back to the hotel at Session Road were alive by nighttime with different people, many of whom seemed to be walking to the nearest food joints, ukay-ukay stalls, or convenience stores. There were a number of net cafes across the place, as well as comfy-looking restaurants that look like they’ve been around for generations, and would stay for more to come. Again, the meshing of the old with the new gives the area new character and it’s easy to appreciate the different textures that the changing landscape brings.

Hailing a cab is quite easy, as they’re pretty common in the area. Next stop: the hip and happening Nevada Square, where the young and some young-at-hearts converged, dined and had fun. A few snazzy bars and restos surround a wide courtyard that has tables for diners and drinkers. The Square attracts a wide clientele that, judging by that particular Saturday night, included all persuasions and even non-Pinoys. The music varies; if you fancy thumpa-thumpa house stuff, acoustic cover bands, or ‘80s-themed remixes, there are bars or bistros there that have them.

The evening was a few times cooler, and you could see your breath as a mist whenever you exhaled as a result. Since the hotel’s at the heart of Session Road, getting quick breakfast meals aren’t a problem. Also, this Metro Manilan soon discovered that, while most SM malls look and feel alike, SM Baguio has the distinction of being one with the chilliest top floor. There’s an open area there that gives visitors amazing views of the city, apart from a perpetually cold breeze.

For something that practically just popped into the work schedule unexpectedly, the trip and short visit were the highlights of that week, definitely. Thoughts of going back soon and staying longer to literally chill out and explore the sights and sounds of Baguio lingered. The bus ride home allowed for views of provincial greens, gradually fading into darkness and getting lit by those tiny star-like, earthbound lights.

Game, Set, Mash

I only had about two hours sleep, but I had to rush to Megamall before 11 a.m. yesterday to register for the Iron Man Mind Mash contest. The Iron Man movie toys were being launched, so it attracted collectors who wanted to pick up some rare figures from the set. Anyway, I found out about the new trivia game days before, so I began reading and reviewing handbooks devoted to the character. I actually memorized the names of Tony Stark’s many ex-girlfriends.

Anyway, long story short: Patrick, the first runner-up in last October’s Marvel Mind Mash, won top prize this time. It was weird though, I didn’t feel like I’d make it to the final round because I made a number of mistakes earlier. But there we were again, the two of us facing off. If you’re reading this, congrats, Patrick! You’re a tough opponent. See you at the next game.

Met Martin, the guy whose hip exterior belies a super-knowledgeable comics geek. Ran into the Brookers’ friend, lawyer-writer Drew Fornier, whom I chatted with a bit before the contests. Will post photos of them in a bit. Also saw Dennis, an old classmate from college, who had bits of intriguing info about some of our old classmates. I posed with an Iron Man mascot, posters, and fellow contestants. I felt really tired because I lacked sleep, but it was a fun event, nonetheless.

After the launch, I felt really woozy. Yeah, the feeling of losing sucks, too, but I got over it quick. Dicky boy gave me a toy he won in the Ozine event last week, and he’s been waiting to give it to me for days. Yeah, it’s a “limited edition” Iron Man figure from the movie line. So I didn’t go home empty-handed. We ate yummy pizza and called it a day.