is that noise coming from inside my head?

• I was still clinging to the hope that our barkada's Saturday get-together will push through(despite tentative commitments from Cha and Claire). If and when it will, then seeing Happy Feet will definitely be in the itinerary.


• Inang Yaya was the only Filipino film in the line-up. I was feeling patriotic that time and thus decided to raise the banner for the Filipino Film Industry.

I looked at my watch, and saw that I still had 45 minutes left before the movie starts. I headed off to Greenwich since I was craving for a heavy dose of carbs. So, I ordered a solo Greenwich Supreme, and a platter of their Premium baked mac, and a glass of Sprite. The damage: P154. Nice.

After dinner, I went back to the cinema, just in time to sit through the opening credits.

I'm not in the mood to talk about the movie. Maricel Soriano was believable, at the very least, in her role as Mommy Yaya/Inay; yea, she was excellent, really. The mother-in-law/token contravida, Liza Lorena, was efficiently hate-able (although she did mellow down towards the end). Sunshine Cruz-Montano held the sosyal/kikay Mommy role down pat. Zoren Legaspi was just fine as wall decor for some of the scenes.

***On a more serious note...

Everytime Zoren appears on screen, I am always reminded of his 'signature look': eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed(like he just sucked on a calamansi) but set in a semi-smile. The very image just makes me smile--after which I then stifle my laughter. Ha. Ha hah ha.

Hmm, who else, who else? The two kids--Maricel's alaga and daughter--also delivered exceptional performances; fearless forecast: one of them will get an 'outstanding performance by a child actress' award this year. Super Inggo's Makisig Morales can't even hold a candle to either one of them.

Oh yeah, remember Maximo's dad (from 'Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros'), and that guy from the Boysen commercial who painted over his nagging wife? He was there too, as the girls' carpool driver. Didn't even deliver a single line. The first time his profile flashed on screen, I heard signs of recognition from two moviegoers. One of them chuckled, "ang pambansang extra."

The cinematography however, merits a separate paragraph. I'm don't know much about movie technicalities; all I can say is the film's countryside backdrop was just beautiful. The limestone-and-mortar churches, open fields, greenery, and old, wooden houses--seeing those just made me think of Bohol. Sigh.

My tentative vision for the future: After I graduate, I'll make off with Dad's Vespa(after I've learned how to drive, of course) and go to Bohol, where I'll spend my days scooting around the municipalities, eating for free courtesy of the fiestas, and visiting each and every colonial church in Bohol. As to where I'll live and where I'll get the "running-away" money, it's still in the planning stages.

Care to join me?