Tuesday, November 28, 2006

After Life

I’ve been to the film org I regularly visit to watch the screening of After Life, a Japanese movie about happiness and eternity.

The premise: After people die, they spend three days choosing one memory they will take with them to eternity (just one, all other memories are erased). They describe the most important memory in their lifetime to counselors (also dead) who will then recreate it on film and screen it at the week’s end; eternity follows.

One man finds it so difficult to pick a memory, thinking his life was so ordinary he couldn’t make a choice. The counselor who handles his case lets him view videotapes of his 71 years of existence to help him out. It is distressing to watch the old man watching his life, especially so because he himself knows that he didn’t attain what he set out to accomplish. He was an idealistic youth who frowned upon his friends’ idea of living (i.e. getting a wife, having kids, and working for a company until the age of retirement). He said he didn’t want to leave the earth without “an evidence of life”, but still, he did. 

The memories people in the film choose ranges from the absurd to the heartwarming – an old man talks about his sexual intercourse with different women, a teenage girl picks out her Disneyland experience (thankfully, her counselor convinces her that the memory is so run-of-the-mill and at the end of the three-day selection period, she opts to take the memory of her leaning on her mother’s lap). It made me wonder what will I choose come my time to pick, assuming there really is a place like that.

Pinoy ang Tumapos (sabi nga sa plug)

This is a bit late but I'm posting it nonetheless...

As most people (at least most Filipinos) expected, Manny Pacquiao won the last installment of the Pacquiao-Morales trilogy. The fight, however, lacked the excitement found in their first two matches. I wonder why, when it is supposed to be the most exciting. After all, it wasn’t called the Grand Finale for nothing. 

Besides, there were factors that seem to reveal better prospects for Morales. The Mexican fighter got reunited with his dad/trainer, got himself a “new” training technique, and bore a grudge over being knocked out in the previous fight. For these reasons, some boxing aficionados thought he’d be much stronger this time. All these, however, proved insufficient as Pacman let out punches one after another. Morales’ Velocity Training was no match to Pacquiao’s speed. I think the training method’s name applied more to the fast shedding of weight (to which the former was a subject) rather than to agility.

It was a boring fight (even the two undercards). Or maybe I just expected too much. Too bad for those who paid to watch the fight in cinemas, even worse for those who endured the five-minute commercial breaks in between the three three-minute rounds. 

If there’s one thing that made this fight better than the previous one, it was that we had a better singer for our national anthem. Cheers to Sarah Geronimo!