Saturday, May 10, 2008

Movie Review: Yesterday

Velvet's Mother's Day offering, which I watched till my eyes were swollen from crying, was a bittersweet and touching drama about one mother's courage in the face of trials that would break even the strongest man.

Yesterday is a movie set in the beautiful but remote plains of Zululand, and revolves around a woman, Yesterday played by Leleti Khumalo. She lives with her seven year-old daughter in her husband's village, where she is never quite accepted by the rest of the villagers. Her husband spends the majority of the year working in the mines of Johannesburg, leaving Yesterday to fend for herself and her daughter in the village.

After a few days of feeling ill Yesterday finally manages to give in to the gentle prodding of a friend to get herself checked out. She is seen by a white woman doctor, who, after conducting a blood test, reveals to her that she has AIDS. The doctor also advises her to have her husband checked for the disease. Yesterday goes to Johannesburg, and there is beaten by her husband after she tells him the bad news.

The disease eventually catches up with her husband, and he goes home, to Yesterday and their daughter Beauty. She ends up caring for him and their daughter, but never once blames him for the disease, and even for beating her up (something which I'm sure he has done many times before).

The movie is not another movie about AIDS, and is unique in that it does not tug at your emotions with cliches and sappy dialogue. Instead, it uses the simplicity and barren harshness of the landscape, and Yesterday's soft-spoken, mild-mannered, but strong determination to remain alive, at least until her daughter starts school, to leave you breathless and wanting to cry (in my case, bawl like someone I knew just died).

The movie's dialogue is something that you'd likely hear in normal conversations, and rarely does Yesterday drop a line so profound that you'd want to post it on Friendster as a shout-out. But Yesterday shows her quiet strength in more visible ways, by getting water from the well or firewood from the bush even though she is already weak with the disease, and caring for her ailing husband, even to the point of building a small shack for them to stay in when the village finally decides to ostracize the whole family for good.

However, the movie does not only revolve around Yesterday's strengths, but also reveals that like most people, Yesterday is, above all, human. After her husband ask for her forgiveness, Yesterday tells him to go back to sleep, goes out of their house, and cries.

In the end Yesterday is able to keep her promise, and is there when Beauty, her daughter, finally starts her first day of school.



The cinematography (although I know so very little about things like cinematography, LOL!)
is very nice. There were many times in the course of the movie when I wished that I could freeze a particular scene because it looked like a perfectly composed photograph. The violence was also very believable, so much in fact that my house mates asked me what's wrong when they saw me angrily muttering curses at the TV.

No bad points, since I'm no film critic and I loved every minute of the movie. A fine movie, one worth watching for the second, third, and fourth time.


Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The Summer that Wasn't

Summer is about to come to a close and I just realized that I never really got to enjoy it. Sure, I managed to squeeze in a few hours at the newly-opened La Limar, which is only a few hours away from my hometown, but I did so while lugging my laptop along so that I can finish a case presentation that was due in two days AND work at the same time.

Granted, La Limar is a great place to come to if you want to forget that you are anywhere in Negros . Despite the fact that half of the place is not done yet, the pool and the cottages are fully functional and I had a jolly fours hours inhaling fresh summer air and wishing I brought my swimming stuff.

With its palm trees strategically placed to frame the entire pool to give you a stunning view of the ocean, it is easy to pretend that you're somewhere in the Caribbean or standing over a cliff in Mykonos, although I'm not sure if they have palm trees in Mykonos ( if Mykonos is as great a place as its all hyped up to be, then it must have palm trees).

The infinity pool is one of the resort's top drawers, since it looks like something right out of one of Oprah's favorite resorts. And for a mere 50 pesos for a swim, it definitely beats Bahura. If you are the ultimate cheapskate you can opt to swim for free by going the way of the dolphins and hitting the beach. This my dear old lolo opted to do, and he was grinning from ear to ear when he discovered that a swim in the beach, is indeed, free.

The very first infinity pool that I have ever swam in in my entire 24 years. Yup, pathetic but true. I'm just glad that I can finally scratch " Swim in infinity pool" off my list of things to do before I croak and meet my Maker.

La Limar is not a privately-owned resort, by the way, which translates to zero entrance fees and really cheap fees for the pool and the cottages. This is probably the reason why all the cottages are all booked solid all the way up to June.
Here's one pic that I snatched from the resort's official site, http://lalibertad-negor.gov.ph .
I'm looking forward to the time when I can take more pictures of my own (and boy, will I be taking a LOT!) but for now, these are all I've got.

Hmm, so I guess that's the extent of my 'summer' for now. Pretty lean, but now that I think of it, I still have a few more days to cram a whole lot of 'summerin' in ...so I'm really hopin' that I can manage to do so. :)

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Inhaling Paint Thinner Fumes...Sooo NOT a Good Idea

It just occurred to me, after suffering from headaches and watery eyes for the umpteenth time, that I've been probably inhaling too many paint thinner fumes. The weather didn't help any. Stale air and paint thinner do not mix, as I have found out. Despite painting in open air the fumes seemed to hover above and about me like invisible yet pungent (and potentially cancerous) mosquitoes. And so , afraid that I've destroyed my last remaining functional neurons, I opted to go on a little break in the country and inhale fresh air for a change. Painting not done, but saving my neurons is way more important for now.


A brief info about paint fumes. Whether its paint thinner or rugby, inhaling stuff with VOCs (or volatile organic compounds) will not do you any good, no matter what those children in the kanto say. Effects range from headaches, nausea, dizziness, to more serious consequences like loss of memory and brain damage. Personally, a decrease in general mental faculties is not on my list of things to accomplish for this year, so I think I'll limit my exposure to paint and paint thinner fumes for now.