So yesterday was a roller-coaster of emotions and hormones and all physiological kind of outbursts you can imagine (don’t get the wrong idea. Haha) after I mustered the courage to watch back-to-back the controversial, substantially erotic, intense, and not to mention, overly censored “Fifty Shades of Grey” and the highly remarked, positively reviewed romantic indie film “That Thing Called Tadhana” with my housemates and friends. Indeed, my Valentines wasn’t as dull and as uneventful as I expected it to be – but if anything, I think my V-day was, how shall I put it, romantically fun and yes, sensually stimulating as Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele had the entire moviehouse tightly gripped to their seats while JM and Angelica had the crowd giggling for a good number of “hugot” lines which are truly “tagos sa puso.”
Been shaded Grey
“I don’t make love, I fuck… hard,” says the eccentric, super wealthy, dominating bachelor Christian Grey after reminding the submissive Anastasia Steele of the kind of mess she’s getting herself into. I won’t be a hypocrite and judge how much the movie did or didn’t measure up to the book. I tried reading the book myself the day (and even hours) before the movie but unfortunately made it only until Chapter 10. Hahahaha. Blame the demanding nature of my work for this significant time shortage. But anyways, I was with my friends Tessa and Kevin when we watched the movie, just making it on time to the moviehouse, after we swarmed our way through the crowd of couples and other groups of enthusiastic Grey fanatics.
The movie was well, uhm, highly erotic – poignantly erotic, to put it as beautifully as I can. Haha. Based on what I’ve read so far from the book, I kind of expected a different Christian Grey – a Sean O’pry type of guy, perfectly-sculpted and all, although the Anastasia I saw on the big screen was almost the girl I imagined her to be. Also, I was somehow disappointed with the acting skills of Grey during the earlier parts of the movie as he was just delivering his lines so lifelessly and without emotions although I could understand because that was just how his personality is described in the book. And the censored parts… well, I actually found it funny how those parts were patently censored (haha). And God knows how awkward it was for the couples who were then watching among the crowd. My movie buddies and I, for the mature people that we would like to think of ourselves to be (haha), were just there, in full agape to what was being laid out in front of our innocent eyes (haha).
The Dominant and the Submissive.. in the Red Room of Pain.. under a carefully fabricated contract.. with all the caressing, spanking, kissing, lovemaking, ropes, and whips… no doubt that it could well be taken as porn. However, as my friend Tessa (who has read the trilogy) and I would like to believe, the movie wasn’t totally as dirty and senseless as others have appraised it to be. True, it was full of physical intimacy, but the beautiful story that slowly buds out of the trilogy shouldn’t get buried under all the steaming erotic. For now, the first book offers us basically only the physical relationship of the characters but rest assured, it will get more kilig come the succeeding installments. For us non-readers, maybe we just have to wait how the story will develop, and not immediately jump on the conclusion that the movie was all about sex and sex alone. Grey and Anastasia definitely have more in store for us – in surely greater than fifty shades sexier and hotter.
Been pierced with Cupid’s arrow
On the other pole of the Earth – that’s how the sudden shift of paradigm has taken me aback – That Thing Called Tadhana offered an entirely different kind of feel, one that is simply light, sprinkled with just the right amount of humor and hugot-filled lines.
“Kung mahal mo, habulin mo, ipaglaban mo. ‘Wag mong hintaying may magtulak sa kanya pabalik sa’yo. Hilahin mo. Hanggang kaya mo, wag kang bibitaw. Sorry, mahal ko eh,” says a gravely broken-hearted Mace (Angelica Panganiban) as she randomly shares her story to a stranger Anthony (JM De Guzman).
- to be cont. haha *busy
Been shaded Grey
“I don’t make love, I fuck… hard,” says the eccentric, super wealthy, dominating bachelor Christian Grey after reminding the submissive Anastasia Steele of the kind of mess she’s getting herself into. I won’t be a hypocrite and judge how much the movie did or didn’t measure up to the book. I tried reading the book myself the day (and even hours) before the movie but unfortunately made it only until Chapter 10. Hahahaha. Blame the demanding nature of my work for this significant time shortage. But anyways, I was with my friends Tessa and Kevin when we watched the movie, just making it on time to the moviehouse, after we swarmed our way through the crowd of couples and other groups of enthusiastic Grey fanatics.
The movie was well, uhm, highly erotic – poignantly erotic, to put it as beautifully as I can. Haha. Based on what I’ve read so far from the book, I kind of expected a different Christian Grey – a Sean O’pry type of guy, perfectly-sculpted and all, although the Anastasia I saw on the big screen was almost the girl I imagined her to be. Also, I was somehow disappointed with the acting skills of Grey during the earlier parts of the movie as he was just delivering his lines so lifelessly and without emotions although I could understand because that was just how his personality is described in the book. And the censored parts… well, I actually found it funny how those parts were patently censored (haha). And God knows how awkward it was for the couples who were then watching among the crowd. My movie buddies and I, for the mature people that we would like to think of ourselves to be (haha), were just there, in full agape to what was being laid out in front of our innocent eyes (haha).
The Dominant and the Submissive.. in the Red Room of Pain.. under a carefully fabricated contract.. with all the caressing, spanking, kissing, lovemaking, ropes, and whips… no doubt that it could well be taken as porn. However, as my friend Tessa (who has read the trilogy) and I would like to believe, the movie wasn’t totally as dirty and senseless as others have appraised it to be. True, it was full of physical intimacy, but the beautiful story that slowly buds out of the trilogy shouldn’t get buried under all the steaming erotic. For now, the first book offers us basically only the physical relationship of the characters but rest assured, it will get more kilig come the succeeding installments. For us non-readers, maybe we just have to wait how the story will develop, and not immediately jump on the conclusion that the movie was all about sex and sex alone. Grey and Anastasia definitely have more in store for us – in surely greater than fifty shades sexier and hotter.
Been pierced with Cupid’s arrow
On the other pole of the Earth – that’s how the sudden shift of paradigm has taken me aback – That Thing Called Tadhana offered an entirely different kind of feel, one that is simply light, sprinkled with just the right amount of humor and hugot-filled lines.
“Kung mahal mo, habulin mo, ipaglaban mo. ‘Wag mong hintaying may magtulak sa kanya pabalik sa’yo. Hilahin mo. Hanggang kaya mo, wag kang bibitaw. Sorry, mahal ko eh,” says a gravely broken-hearted Mace (Angelica Panganiban) as she randomly shares her story to a stranger Anthony (JM De Guzman).
- to be cont. haha *busy
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