First of all, let me clarify that I am happily married. That my wife is the best out there, really. Nothing compares to how much I value and care for her. She’s the love of my life. And I will depart from this world loving only her and no one else.
Let’s just this say this is a letter professing a man’s admiration to a woman I also find attractive.
I’ve never been into modeling shows on TV. Heck, I’m not even into modeling, like, at all. But my wife is. Possibly, the biggest fan of Naomi Campbell here in the Philippines. On the opposite side of the pole, however, I may be the most un-fan of hers. Why? Because she bullied you.
I found your strength and restraint truly admirable. I found your patience calming. I found your looking after your apprentices inspiring. I think your strategy, albeit risky, was different, and unconventional. I approve of your gentleness and your idea of fair game rousing.
It also didn’t hurt that it had been wonderful seeing you clad in skimpy lingerie every time, with those long legs and bronze skin to boot.
I guess I like you because I think you and my wife were cast from the same mold. Beautiful but down-to-earth, ambitious but humble, vain but thoughtful. The world needs women like you. and Truthfully, men needs more women like you.
I am just happy I found mine. And she’s to keep until the end of time.
Forgive me if I go a little bit saccharine today. The prompt did ask me for my recent tear jerking experience and it was TFIOS. When I read this two years ago, it was just so beautiful, it contained a lot of meanings – from dissecting your legacy to the world, a love story bound for the stars, courage to face the big C, and fighting for what makes you happy.
“My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because- like all real love stories- it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have…” I started crying. “Okay, how not to cry. How am I- okay. Okay.
I took a few breaths and went back to the page. “I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer wee used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set.I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love,I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
So recently, at my wife’s persistence, we got ourselves a copy of the Divergent Digibook, only after a couple of days it was released. Me and my wife are fans of YA-books-turned-to-films and Divergent is definitely on top of la wife’s list.
The 2-Disc DVD contained a lot of bonuses – BTS clips, music videos, featurettes on how the entire film was produced. The music, the scoring, the fashion, the production design – the DIvergent team gave us a glimpse of how it is when you’re behind the camera and/or when you’re manning the graphics room. After about three hours of watching all of its contents, I was enlightened on how much effort the studio has exerted in producing such movie. I can’t help but think of all the the Tomatometers, all the Metacritics who mercilessly judge these films immediately after they are released. I was left thinking “these critics have the audacity to say bad things about these movies when people worked hard for it, when people spent so much time and energy in making it!”
But then again, I got to thinking, everyone has a job. And that is their job.
I guess after that, I silently made a decision to give every movie a chance and try to see them for their strengths instead of their weaknesses.
So today’s prompt is a ‘lil bit difficult for me considering my recent change in perspective but I guess, I’d still go for it:
When was the last time a movie, a book, or a television show left you cold despite all your friends (and/or all the critics) raving about it? What was it that made you go against the critical consensus?
I guess I’d have to say The Walking Dead.
I’m a considerably easy-to-please person. Even when it comes to pop culture, anything that’s current, anything that’s mainstream, I’d be cool with it. I mean I watch TWD too, but not religiously. I have copies of the first and second seasons but I’ve only watched them once – unlike my favorite shows that I’ve watched more than three times – at the very least. I’ve totally missed Season 4 – only watching bits and pieces of it when I get a chance and see them playing on TV.
Sure, it has the elements of a becoming an audience-pleaser. Zombies are pretty much still “in”. I’ve enjoyed World War Z so much. Warm Bodies took a lighter, more comedic take on the zombie genre and was also a hit for me. With TWD – you put a little suspense, some bad-ass fight scenes, and sure is a winner in the ratings game. Not to mention that critics are raving about it too.
I don’t know but on a number of times that I watched it, I got sleepy. I got a little bored. Dismembering and butchering the undead sure is exhilarating at first, but really, it tends to get old when done every so often. And the characters are quite boring for me and are not multi-dimensional, in my opinion.
I don’t know. I guess I’m just for something that inspires me rather than something that would only give me a suspenseful experience. But then again, truthfully, it’s only a matter of taste.