The plan for
today yesterday was to occupy my hours with semi-productive activities, such as preparing again for the trip back to Shanghai, or simply treating myself to a massage. None materialized, and I had that gung-ho feeling, at 6 in the evening, that I had to go somewhere, and do something. I already had the schedule for Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Olivares saved on a Firefox tab. It is funny when you think I used to be part of those artsy-fartsy cinephiles lined up at film festivals, and now, I’m reduced to someone who just had to wait for a commercial release to watch acclaimed local films. Its not a shameful fact, but more of an unforeseen change.
After indulging my tummy with a quick tuna belly dinner (fish is expensive in Shanghai, at matinik pa kung meron), I headed to the screening, a little paranoid that I could be catching stares for watching a supposedly gay film, which previously didn’t stop me from watching most of Jeffrey Jeturian’s work, anyway. Pagdadalaga is brilliant. Easily, I could be watching every Michiko Yamamoto-penned film from now on (she also wrote Magnifico, and I loved Magnifico). Haven’t heard of Aureaus Solito before, but that light, unimposing tone done with the film, is more than apt. Ping Media (his blog), son of Pen, possessed the same strong presence and character-command his father would often do to celluloid, ooops, yeah ok, this is digital; and yes, he does look like he has the potential to do more. And, I couldn’t imagine how the straight, and non-gay Nathan Lopez, who plays Maximo/Maxi, could bear his exposure -and eventualy, the teasing- on the movie posters at the malls, and other film advertising. Poor boy. Other than that, I’d applaud the kid for a great, subtle performance.
Manood kayo ng Pagdadalaga. Magaan lang sya, di malalim, nakakatuwa, at di naman bading na bading. Meron pa ngang blog si Maxi o. Palabas sya sa mga SM.
If I had friends at all, I’d probably do some semblance of a post-movie chat, but alas, I don’t. The extra large Wendy’s Frosty had to take the role of an actual person, or the Dairy Queen strawberry shake I usually succumb to (Dairy Queen is non-existent anymore at SM North, Annex). I don’t usually go primal emo nowadays, but I’m a year older today. So there.