Sigh. I was supposed to meet up with a friend at Megamall last night, but because of the incessant rain, I was forced to go down at Ayala and brave the cold and wet evening walk home by myself. This, after being in a crowded bus for over an hour. Imagine, from Buendia to Ayala, A FUCKING HOUR, all because of a silly little drizzle. Metro Manila gets ridiculously panicky when things get wet.
In any case, I was in a relatively pleasant mood yesterday so it didn't really get to me. Not much anyway. The most stress I had to deal with was squeezing my way through the people to get off the bus, inch by inch, person by person, with no one sexy to... uh... say hi to.
Anyway, I decided to shake a little time off walking around the malls first and I found out that the film Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros (The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros) was showing in Glorietta too! I thought it was only screening in Megamall but apparently I was wrong. So I txted my mother, told her I'll be late, and bought tickets to the 9PM showing.
Now I'm no film critic, but I suppose I can spot a great movie -- no, a great story -- when I see one. And I'm sure the effect isn't the same for each person, but everything that Maxi went through, it's bound to stay. Most specially as a child, it has to have a kick somewhat, making one grow without regret or remorse.
But the way Maxi dealt with it, the way he makes everyone around him feels... it's simply encompassing. Even if the love he has is very childlike -- because that is what he is -- the way everyone wants to protect him strangely binds everything into place, like a pretty little lavender ribbon. It's beautiful, it's odd, it's even very campy, but it's powerful. Like Aegis. Or Sailor Moon. :-)
