Florence and the Machine//Over the Love (FULL)
Tulad Ng Dati (Michael E. Sandejas, Cinemalaya, 2006)
Oh To Be A Filipino Designer, NOW
Philippine’s leading furniture and industrial designers are all featured in the April 2013 issue of ELLE Decoration France. In the issue are profiles for furniture designers Kenneth Cobonpue, Stanley Ruiz, Vito Selma, Ito Kish, textile artist Inigo Elizalde, lighting designer Daniel Latorre Cruz, and paper designer Wataru Sakuma.
Artist Rob Gonsalves was born in Toronto, Canada in 1959. During his childhood, he developed an interest in drawing from imagination using various media. By age twelve, his awareness of architecture grew as he learned perspective techniques and began to do his first paintings and renderings of imagined buildings.
I did two commendable things yesterday. The first was seeing Nicolas Refn’s “Drive” and the second was actually lifting some weights at the gym with the help of a friend (currently anticipating bodily pain in the next couple of days). So, yeah. Let’s just talk about “Drive” since that’s the more interesting bit.
A piece of work, this film is. Drenched in shadows and neon, we’re given a tense tour of the dodgy regions of LA, where grit is glam and blood is currency. “Drive” speeds us through heists, the relentless pursuit of interests and the nasty means people resort to in order to get what they want. Enter The Nameless Driver (Ryan Gosling) and the gear shifts to five.
“Put him behind the wheel and there’s nothing he can’t do,” says Shannon (Bryan Cranston) in the film. If only I was wise enough to take that as a foreshadowing of this laconic hero. But I stuck around - not by choice but by helpless engrossment. Gosling’s character is a man of limited words but his eyes, smirk and deeds bare more soul than speech can if speech tried.
I personally fancy the theme - the effective cinematography, Irene’s smile (bless your classic features, Carrey Mulligan), the cars and of course, the scorpion jacket.
I should probably get one for myself.Regarding the score, Cliff Martinez’s atmospherics and beats, reminiscent of Eno’s “furniture music” and Kraftwerk’s robotics, felt like ectoplasm that glued everything together. Being unabashedly a retromaniac, I’ve integrated The Chromatics, Lovefoxxx, Desire and co. into my playlist as well.
I was on the edge of my seat for the most of the film, in frozen anticipation of what the heck was going to happen next. Chances are, you’ll be doing the same once you see this one. An occasional dose of adrenalin is good. The rush makes you feel alive and that’s exactly what this motion picture will put you through.
“Drive” is a work of art whose style and substance occasionally overtake each other in their own car chase throughout the film. Utilising the strength of its cast and the power of good old-fashioned suspense, it slows down for nobody. If you’re up for the ride, strap yourself in. Do not panic. You’ll be running the red light. 4/5.
“Drenched in shadows and neon, we’re given a tense tour of the dodgy regions of LA, where grit is glam and blood is currency… a work of art whose style and substance occasionally overtake each other in their own car chase…”
I was listening to Tamale from Tyler on YouTube, and this was the Top Comment
Five books the mysterious ad exec should read, with an optional Old Fashioned in hand.
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Some Milan Kundera during his reflective swimming days.