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*****Sinful night*****
Sinful night
Tonight I have just finished
reading Repossessed (just before the Easter Sunday party of choir) and also
Kurap by Ronald Bertubin. It’s a Christmas night today technically speaking,
but I chose to deviate again from the usual flow, so to speak.
Repossessed is about “fallen” who
wished to experience the life of a normal human and consider it as an untimely
break from his rather imposed job in hell. There a lot of things to ponder
about in book. And frankly, it has so much humor in it that you can help your
self with a chuckle or two. Having said that, I want to point out that things
do the way we want it to be. It’s an affirmation that God really gave us free
will and we humans, complicate it too much because of your callowness and
foolishness. Life is what we perceive it to be. And if you are pointing out
that I am basing it on pure perception, well absolutely yes! When life gives
you lemons, you can’t just make lemonade, there tarts, pies, sweetened lemon,
and not to mention vodka and a nice warm soak for the feet. Life is not just
about choices. It also about how you think the way things work. It’s not just
about values but also how you are compelled to go with things because it’s your
choice to start with. If want to end it, you may do so. It’s you life anyway.
Kurap tried to depict a zealous
sordid life in Manila
specifically in Quiapo. The main characters were depicted as people with
questionable values in life. They know the tolls that can aid them to survive
the urban jungle are to use treachery, deceit, and lust to come up with
temporary solutions to their mundane passed mundane existence in this world.
This is my dubious way of perceiving the movie just based on pure visual
presentation of tits and humongous breast exposure from time to time. First of all, the story lacks a fluid
continuum from the first arc to the next. Secondly, the people just cuss that
wanton misuse of the word makes it too cringing for my taste. And lastly, what
thesis are they reall portraying. It’s so ambiguous for me.
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