nico followed by a lot of ellipses

for a man who does not end a sentence with a single period, a blog is in order... i think...

Thursday, January 01, 2009

IRAQ 'em up

im really not sure how it came to be, but im blaming my cd holders...

recently, i have been watching a lot of films regarding this thing, or situation in Iraq you might have heard about... i have seen 4 films about it... the first is the UK film Death of a President, then Nick bllomfield's Battle for Haditha,the war satire War, Inc.,and the last is Stop-Loss by Kimberly Pierce... the best of the four would have to be the third...

Death... is a mockumentary of a fictional assasination of the Dubya. great premise, but a very bad film.... You would think the assasinatiuon of Bush would be amazing, but with this film? not so much... but everything leading up to the actual assassination was great, but unfortunately the assassination happened in the first 30 minutes of the film, and eveything went downhill from there, save for the speech writer anmd the Iranian woman.

War, Inc., was a major major disaster... hillary duff as a pop star who made headlines by singing suggestive tunes who happened to be the lost daughter of john cusack, who is under a secret military project in Tarjikistan, and who feel in love with a US reporter that is marissa tomei... yes, its that bad!!! thankfully i watched this on my cousins laptop, and i started playing crack attack in the middle of the film, which was so much more fulfilling... it ended with hillary duff in a wedding gown, in an airplane with john and marissa...

Battle for Haditha was powerful, it dealt with the killing of one US soldier and injuring another with a bomb planted beside one of the road in Haditha by the insurgents... afterwhich, the US soldiers started a killing spree killing mostly women and children... shocking as it was done on the pretense of being in pursuit of terroists, when in fact, the killing was more of vengeance and not SOP as their superior once intended... it showedthe laxity of the checkpoint that let the bomb get away, the fact that civillians were trapped/caight ion the middle. Even if they saw the bomb planting, they cannot reveal to the soldiers, as insurgents would kill them,and if they stay silent, the military would accuse them of harboring terrorist... catch-22...

Stop-Loss is my second favorite as it boasts of acting princes, from Channing Tatum, to Ryan Philippe, jason Gordon-Levitt and Rob Brown.... Stop-Loss is when a soldier who has completed a tour of duty, is once again called to serve... this happens as there are no more men signing up in the army, its a bad bad cycle... i couldn't imagine myself going through hell and back again, for who knows how long... this soldiers have seen deaths... those of their comrades and worse, those they create, and most of it, done unwillingly... war changes men, perceptions, beliefs, relationships... and only a fraction for the good... an insurgent said that the US created them, when will it ever stop?

i wonder whether we realize what war is doing to everybody, especially the young ones we call upon to serve, to protect... i have marched with hundred of students in opposition to this war... which, unfortunately is still on going... i guess to many has been killed... worse is, the irony... the US went to IRAQ to bring democracy... but has clearly neglected and forgotten what it means...

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Curse of the Golden Flower

what i love about time magazine is that when it comes to asian cinema, they are always in the know, production companies are still finalizing the casting, time magazine has already published an in depth look...

so when my tito stopped our subscription, i got lost, and was shocked, that Zhang Yimou, one of my favorite directors was releasing another movie.

The title of the movie is Curse of the Golden Flower, and after Hero, Zhang's movie have become bigger and bigger... but not necessarily better...


i saw a pirated DVD of Curse, they said it already a good copy, but. knowing Zhang Yimou, it is not right, almost a sin to see a Zhang Yimous Movie in a small screen...

and he casted Chow Yun Fat, and Gong Li no less... this movie has to be seen in a cinema...

so i did, with doms and ayka... and it was worth the 132 pesos i paid, and yest it was suppose to be a de luxe, but we went to premiere when no one was manning the stairs...

Curse of the Golden flower is about an empress who has an affair with his step son, and being poisoned by her husband the emperor, of Tang Dynasty... they have three children, and Jay Chou, (Ayka infromed me, that he is an R & B star) is the strongest... and the favorite of the empress... if you think the fanily is dysfunctional, wait until the final 30 minutes of the movie, you'll be so shocked it's already funny...

as so its story, HERO is yet still the best, (i only compared it with the period movie of Zhang Yimou, Road Home excluded) but this is better than House of Flying Dagger...

this is nominated in the Oscars for Best Costume, hoping it will win over "devils wear prada"

as to its acting, Gong Li, as usual is Phenomenal, to me... if you can cast Gong Li, then you already have a good movie, and when you see how Gong Li Protrayed the empress, you'll go "who the hell is Zhang Ziyi?" and i saw something, i never saw in a zhang yimou movie before, breasts, cleavage everywhere... and zhang yimou, i thank you...

What i like most about Zhang Yimou is how he connects philosophy into every movie he does... lets just say it is not you Mano Po movie... Chines Culture is so embedded into the psyche of Zhang, that although it is cultural and history lesson, you hardly feel anything but visual delight almost in ecstacy... he does this into his every movie, how the characters would try to explain everything in the beggining, at first you get it, and at the end of the movie, you understand... you know, it sticks with you... it is not hard selling... and yet so effective it hurts...

Cinematography is yet his best weapon, and he can win any year, hands down... his director of photography has never been nominated, but is deserving of an award every movie...

but most of all, what i like about Zhang Yimou is his attention to details... the lighting, the shots, the acting, the costume, the art direction, the colors, the effects, he know what he is doing, and i would like to think he is a tyrant on a set, because if he is not, then i dont know how he accomplishes things...

to see a zhang yimou a movie is such a delight, de-light... it is so easy to get lost in his movies... that somehow, when the movements gets slow, it's as if you follow... you move... you float... a zhang yimou movie is always, to me, a cinematic magic...

Friday, February 16, 2007

Rome and Juliet

this movie is like the longest movie i have ever seen...

Doms and I were really not planning to see Rome and Juliet... we came to Galleria to see Metlogs... but when we got there they moved the screening schedule to make way for the premiere of Rome and Juliet... the Galleria management decided to let us watch the premiere even though, our ticket is for Metlogs... no one can resist a free movie, actually this reminded me of the province, in which theaters would show 2 movies for one ticket price... "ka-dobol" as we call it...

Rome and Juliet is not a story of the old star-crossed lovers we all know... it is not even an adaptation... it is a story of a lesbian love... and yes they have a bed scene, a torrid kissing scene and soft touching of lips scene... and when i say they, i mean Andrea del Rosario and Mylene Dizon...

i think the movie was a call to all lesbiansout there to "out" themselves, the same way all of them did...

it is part the second CinemaOne Originals...

the movie showed the world of lesbians, where they go, what they do, and what happens there... to tell you honestly, the lesbians and gays, i think have more fun, than straight people...

i really didnt not like the movie, maybe because i am not a lesbian... it is too long, the dialogs are bland, the acting was ok... and there is really nothing new with the plot... the director (whose name i cant recall) was trying so hard to put the messages across, she tries to insert so many cliches and so many lines that looked and sounded so contrived, it was really trying hard... and at the end, it was so mixed up, you forget everything, the only thing that stuck to my mind was the love scene... for so many reasons...

but what i loved about the film (yes, there were quite a few) was the acting of miss tessie tomas and mylene dizon, mylene was a natural... she was really good... even acting with abdrea who was really awful, she somehow, manages to save the movie all by herself... and of course Tessie Tomas, who from the beggining was impeccable... until of course the superficial ending that they concocted... Mylene Dizon won best actress for that movie...

and lastly, there were no sterotypes as lesbians being butches and all... and it showed that lesbians, like their male counterpart are artistic, not that anyone doubted that...

i think this movie is being shown in Robinsons this week... a valentine week...

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

THE HISTORY BOYS

just a few minutes ago i saw the british comedy THE HISTORY BOYS... directed by nicholas hytner, which is of course a total stranger to me... i do not remember nor do i know any of his films... being this the first time, i did not have any expectation for this movie... but this movie surely delivered and, probably still delivers its message...

this is about eight boys aho are eligible to enter into oxford or cambridge, to ensure that they would get their scholarship for their honor, but more for the school's honor, their headmaster required them to attend one more academic term to "polish the edges" included in their additional subjetcs are history lead by the only female lead Toti (played by Frances de la Tour, and yes, she played madamme maxine in harry potter), and Hector, (Played brilliantly by Richard Griffiths) was in charge of General studies, which he himself does not believe in, for he said "there is nothing general about knowledge, it is specific" Hector was in charge of teaching "culture" from prose to poetry and to the surprise of the headmaster, even pop songs and hollywood movies. and just to ensure the acceptance of these boys, the headmaster hired, as a temporary teacher, Irwin. Being the shrewed that he was, Irwin was in charge of "polishing the edges"

Nothing seems to be different nor interesting except for the fact that Irwin and Hector has a very different approach to teaching, Hector wants them "thoughtful" Irwin wants them "smart" (just to make this clear, thoughtful, as used in this context, is mindful or romantic so to speak. its british, dont ask me why?)

the movie, as was described before, is refreshing, because we seldom see movie that has this wit. (which now i think is very british, since most british movies i see are "witty") this was of course an adaptation from the theater, and most adaptations are, or should i say, are advised to rather stay as a play... but personally, i enjoyed the movie just the same... not only it is very witty, and is also very engaging, it left me wanting more, actualy i skipped a class, just to see for the second time... it is also very wel acted, which of course, is almost inherent, since all actors here came from the theater... this movie teaches a lot of lessons, but did not necessarily intend to be corny or cheesy about it, we heard all this cliches before, but this time it seems that it is actually worth remembering. This movie surely left me bewitched, bothered and bewildered...

"History" lessons

But what i really loved about this movie was the fact that it evokes from you a lot of emotions... but most of all it once again "disturb my peacee" as it reminded me of my Philosophy lessons. (i cannot say that i know anything about philosophy, even after 4 years of philo... i shoud have listened to my professors when they said, "read your books") there is this conflict of what should be the end of education, is it knowledge or success, is it to know or to pass... there is of course a conflict between Hector who wants his students to be "more well rounded as a person" while Irwin wants them to pass the exams, as he said "the only thing that will matter in your life" i cannot help but remeber all those existentialist or the phenomenologist, and of course rousseau... i believe Marcel did not want schooling, for it destroys the self, (rina, i dont remember Marcel, enlighten me one of these days) the true self, and this is what Hector was trying to tell his students, "i confused learning from the smell of old stone" that is why he did not choose to go to Ox-bridge... and who again said that he "wont let his schooling interfere with his education" ? he was teaching them poetry, both the traditional and the modern ones, like the song, "Bewitched" a student once said that it he does not understand poetry, hector answered, "what is important is you know, or learn it now, and when the moment you need it, you already have the antidote, happinness, grief..." Hector represents all those teachers and professors who taught us not about life, but taught us how to live life... whether it be robin williams of dead poet society, or michelle pfeiffer of dAangerous minds and whoopi goldberg in Sister act 2... Hector said that he only wanted to teach his students the love of literature, or the love of words... and included in it are the songs, the movies, and endings and the poems, as he said "calculated silliness"

Irwin, who failed to be accepted into Ox-Bridge, tries, or pushes the boys so hard. but what i like about his teachin is his sens of "derrida" he said, that the essays in exams are about what you know, not what you dont know" he said, dont write about things that arte already written, or popularly known, try to make a different story, instead of concurring with the majority, try to dissent... look at it at another angle, try to make it more interesting, dont make it dull... when they were talking about stalin, he said that stalin was already considered monster, so try to defend him , see his side... and althoug the word "deconstruct" was never mentioned, the whole point of the exercise was basically that, looking at it in a another way, another angle, another mirror... to him education is just a game... but his most important lesson is that "the best way to forget is to commemorate"

both professors came face to face in a class, the topic was holocaust, whether the holocaust would be a an appropriate topic Hector, said that it is not, for it is clearly inappropriate to talk about it, even the fact that people that go to auschiwtz, remember the dead, but they trake pictures, they smile, they do things inappropriate for remebrance... another contention was the word ETC, as it tries to reduce a lot of things, in this case those who died in mere small abbreviated letters... but the most familiar line was the sense of detachment, that in writing one should be detached, and yes i do remember Husserl, but Hector answered that is not history but journalism...

How does history happen, that is the clear question of the movie, there was no answer but "one fuckung thing after another" nothing significant, nothing big, just a simple thing, that is how history happens...

i have learned a lot, just by sitting for 2 hours in a movie house... but the whole time, i was imagining whjat could have happened if chose to go to school and not to the theater, that is what they call subjunctive history, a "dizzying array of alternatives" only there can we considered history learned...

its funny that i get to see this, and just a few days ago, i thought to myself that i miss reading about Philosophy, how one single sentence could mean a thousand different things and then another thousands for the dissent... and then this movie... witggenstein, niechtze, derrida, husserl, plato... they were mentioned... and i did miss them more...

"pass the parcel, sometimes, that is just what we can do, to take it, feel it, and pass it on to someone, somewhere, one day, pass it on" -Hector

"Love...
"love of words...
"pain... the only education worth taking" -Hector

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

A tribute to MAXI

you have probebly heard about my Maximo experience, but i did not include in the same article, my views about the movie, and being almost nominated for an OSCAR, i figured it is about time i pay tribute to MAXIMO...

the movie ang pagdadalaga ni maximo oliveros, (you know what, its english translation "the blossoming..." is not as special as "ang pagdadalaga" may irony kasi pag tagalog, pag blossoming lang, parang kulang...) has nbeen receiving a lot of awards from the foreign film society... it has am 80+ something percent in the tomatometer, and 100% in ther cream of the crop... it was really fun to see a filipino film be that accepted by the film critics abroad...

Maximo is about a little gay boy who lives... well, if you still dont know the story you better start living your life... come on? really???

in november 2005, the movie was finally shown in mainsteam cinema, with the financial support of Star Cinema... and just by transferring a digital movie to the celluyloid, made a whole lot of difference in tne film industry...

what i like about the movie was that everything about it, was really fresh... it was somethiong new, ok, not really new... but it was different... this was the first filipino movie that was independently made that actually made me wanting more... and then there were a lot more...

in this movie, i came to know Ping Medina, Niel Ryan Sese, and Soliman Cruz... i have seen jeff jeturians bridal shower, so JR Valentin was familiar to me... Both Sese and Cruz were regular "extras" in mainstream TV and Movie, so it was easy to notice tham, but this is the frist time i saw Ping, and i was amazed by his acting... actually i forgot he IS the son of Pen Medina... the movie was very well acted, the whole ensemble was living the moment...

A fellow in Pinoyexchange said that seeing Kuya Bodjie (Pascua) as a bad ass cop, was the coolest thing he ever saw in Phiulippine Cinema, when i've read that, i could not help it, but agree... to all of you oart of my generation, and even after ours, wil always remeber kuya bodjie as our generations version of "steve" of blues clues and to see him kill someone... i was speechless... and then you see him get killed in another film, and then you see him crying in again another film, it just erases everything you remember from childhood...

In 2005, Super! writer Pepe Diokno and Jame Gabrillo, wrote in their critique that the movie was good, but it could have been shot better, and Joselito Zulueta in his review, said that it was not a gay movie, but a film about family... I DISAGREE... although, the respect i have for Mr. Zulueta can never be tarnished, and all his writings i believe in and take as my gospel, but this is the only thing he wrote i disagree on...

because to me, it is a gay film, it ia about a gay boy and his hoodlum of a family... but to me it is still a gay film... perhaps, we always connote gay movies to sex movies... because, i think for us gay movies are the likes of Macho Dancer, Masahista or Tanga and Chos... i am not saying we, as a film going public, and filipino, are bigots when it come to this, but maybe because, being gay was not yet, up until now, presented this way, the way this movie did, we always see gay characters as full of angst, or secretive, to borderline suicidal, we have not seen a gay movie that is just that... about a person, being gay... no sex, no fuss, no muss...

but i agree, the movie made everything sterotypical about being gay and filipino family crumble, -the father was not beating his gay son, gay son was not loud, the brothers loved their little "sister" and they even treat him fairly, no one was ostracizing maxi... and when there was one group, they ended up naked... it transformed the streotypical gay, to an archetypal picture of a filipino gay boy... and perhaps his family...

but more than the good acting and and even better story... this movie really made it... never mind that it was the first film to ever compete in the sundance film fest, or was the first filipino film to be nominated in the independent spirit awards in the US... to me, their greatest achievement happened here., in this country.. when it was shown, in the theaters here in Metro Manila, a lot came rushing to watch the movie.... in groups... to think, all actors were relatively unknown to most people and people, up until today, still talk about maxi. and i think this was the paradigm shift all of us are waiting for... Ang pagdadalaga ni maximo Oliveros was the tipping point of Filipinbo Cinema... a point when the filipino audience decided that we will not let our film industry die, they decided to do something... this movie is like EDSA of the film industry... of course, they did not do this single handedly, writers, all over the country, started telling the people to watch... and most of those who have read their columns went to find out whether it was all they said it to be... and they were not disappointed, we were not disappointed... and then the beginning of the dawning of a new age...of filipino cinema... after the movie, a lot came out, therer was Big Time, then Kubrador, then Kaleldo, then Sarong banggi... but my cousins and some friends still have not seen maxi, and that is all they want to see... and maybe, perhaps, after seeing maxi, they will move on, perhaps to another indie...

i will take this moment to thank those who are part of Maxi, because of their effort, the trust of filipino people to the filipino filmmakers have been rekindled... and hoefully would last...

Monday, January 01, 2007

Little Miss Sunshine

what do you get when you put a cocaine sniffing grandpa, a Niethcze loving teenager who decided to stop talking, a fat little girl who wants to be a beauty queen, a motivational speaker who is a failure himself, a brilliant but suicidal gay guy and a mother who keeps the family together? oh yes, they are all related.... a family... which brings you ro realize that if there is fun in dysfunctional, there is I in family... and you would really be happy about that I in family if you are form this kind...
i think it was in jeffrey jeturian movie Bridal Shower, that eating cake appeared to be so sad... well, it made me sad, by the amazing cherry pie picache... but Little Miss Sunshine actually made me cry about, guess what? eating ice cream... and i am a "cake" person...
the movie hits it big on the tomato meter, with 92% freshness rating...
the movie is about a family, who having have to travel acroos the state of califrnia to enter their fat daughter to a beaty contestm, the Little Miss Sunshine... (i know FAT is a little harsh, but this is coming from another fatty... no harm done) but because thety could not afford the plane ticket they have to drive their witha an old van, but toni colette (amazing acting) could not drive a stick, a manual, so greg kinnear, the moticational speaker, has to come with them, so the the grandpa, the little girls coach has to come too, and so does the teenager and the newest addition to their family, toni collete's brilliant gay brother, who happens to have just committed suicide because of a broken heart, since he cannot be left all alone... (you can never doubt the comedic prowess of steve carelle)
the synopsis is just a riot, what more the movie... with this kind of plot, it is easy to become a Mara Clara or an Esperanza, but thankfully, the director jonathan dayton went another way...
what i like most about this movie is how it potrays life as it is, you know how we all say that everyone is weird anyway, might as well be weird... this movie is not about that, because the family is trying to be normal, but their personality alone catapults them beyond normality... they were not trying to be normal, they were trying to fit in... but the family just stands out...
the girl, amazing personality, but with a full figured body...
a smart gay guy swho succumbs to the power of love...
a war veteran who is a cocaine addict who justifies his "hobby" with his age..
a motivational speaker that drived their family to bankcruptcy...
a young boy who continously read thus spoke zarathusthra, a huge painting of Nietchze's face in his room, amd not speak for 9 months...
and the mother who just tries to pace up with them...
their exploits was convincingly real and yet still astoundingly funny... just when they eat, or fight, or cuss... you feel with them, you understand, because somehow the movie presents life, our own life... it reflected your own movie, your own family... probably the secret of the movie is the amazing writing, the amazing acting... it was not trying to make you laugh, it was just funny... from every bit of sarcasm to an entire aray of parody, this movie is just watchable and relatable...
diappointing though that it was only shown in Ayala malls, and we all know how expensive watching movies there... but i was shocked that a lot of people came to the showing, although, most of them foreigners, you can see that filipino audiences are really choosing their movies... before the movie started, a trailer of tatlong baraha was shown... and people started laughing, and not in a good way...
this movie showed that no matter how weird your family is, it is always them you can go to... and that if you are ashamed about your family... remember, an apple does not fall far from the tree...
oh, did i mention, this movie made me cry twice...
(song "superfreak" enters)

Monday, November 13, 2006

Again, What is Art?

By Rome Jorge
THE MANILA TIMES,
Monday, November 13, 2006

THIS most basic question is what Humanities and Art Appreciation classes strive to answer—or at least provoke. After all, a lesson well taught ought to leave more questions than answers. At times, it is our disagreement with our teachers that spark true education, which is to think and learn for ourselves.

Art is intrinsically hard to qualify. It is not a quantifiable value like in mathematics where there is only one answer to every question. But daring to be wrong, we can deduce opinions from some basic observations:

Art is a label

Art isn't art until someone calls it art. So who is to say what is and isn't art?

It certainly isn't a democracy. Worldwide record sales in the millions will never make Britney Spears an artist. Art prices do not equate to artistic value. The fortunes spent by the wealthy have sometimes proven to be laughable investments as time eventually exposes what is merely trendy and decorative.

As elitist and flawed as it may seem, it is those who know better—scholars, critics and artists throughout time—who elect what is labelled as art. If you have a better idea, chances are that you have become one of those who know better. And you should know better.

Some artists have it wrong. The trick is not to dumb down art; it is to educate, empower, involve and grow your audiences. As with any other business, so too with art: The economies of scale apply. Public demand motivates both governments and businesses. With our informed patronage can we take art back from the elite and make it accessible to all. Read those art books. Watch theater and dance as well as movies. Travel with museums and performances in mind instead of just shopping. Vote for politicians who support the arts. Know your roots as well as the cultures of the rest of the world. Appreciate your Humanities classes.

Art is what survives

As with crime, so too with art: You would have nothing to call art unless you have witnesses and you have evidence.

That is one reason why the stereotype of what is considered "high art" are classical Western art forms. Long-lasting oil paintings and durable granite sculptures are safeguarded in museums. Classical music is notated in musical sheets, perpetuated in conservatories and recorded onto CDs. That western colonization has obliterated many indigenous cultures is another reason for this dominance. Yet another reason for this dominance is that, traditionally, western art was purist in nature and easy to categorize; it was art for art's sake and art as personal _expression. Many other cultures have always viewed art as functional, ritualistic and communal.

If transient and once-obscure arts such as Manobo poetry spontaneously scribbled onto bamboo branches deep in the forests of Mindoro or Tibetan mandalas rendered with colored powders are considered art today, it is because we have found ways to document and perpetuate these traditions.

Art is what survives our memory. Shocking, timely and relevant themes grab our attention today. Intriguing subtly and sublime mastery beguile us always. Truth forever haunts us. As timeless as art ought to be, it is our generation that now sits in jury delivering verdict on what is art or not, rediscovering and redefining it, at least for our time.

You have nothing to call art unless you can see, hear or feel it. Ideas inside your head don't count as art unless you have the skill to transform it into something other people can appreciate.

Art is limiting

Art is as much defined by limitations of the real world as it is by boundless imagination.

The availability of materials and cultural influences create distinct regional cultures. T'boli tinalak weavings patterns reflect not only the dreams of its weavers; they also show the colors of local plant and mineral dyes.

Budgetary, technological and physical limitations foster ingenious approaches. The musicale Zsazsa Zathurnah endeared and regaled audiences with how fantastic sequences in the comic book came to life on the Sstage.

Censorship and repression spur artists to use subtlety, symbolism, metaphor and allegory. Juan de la Cruz's "Himig Natin" became the rock anthem of the Marcos dictatorship generation because it was sufficiently vague to escape censors.

Maximizing and exceeding the physical limitations of the medium achieves artistry. The genius of Auguste Rodin was that he deliberately allowed rough-hewn portions of sculptures to show—making stone come to life—instead crafting highly polished works of beings frozen dead as lesser sculptors do.

Even thematic constraints can be overcome. The prominence of the wealthy Dutch traders Rembrandt was commissioned to portray may mean little to us in the modern world, but it is his mastery as well as their humanity that appeal to us today.

Art is manmade

Artworks, just like their mortal creators, are products of their time and culture. Again, many contend that art as well as its message ought to be timeless. But everything comes with cultural and historical baggage.

Only a consumerist society can produce a pop artist like Roy Lichtenstein. Sigmund Freud's establishment of the science of psychology led Surrealists to paint their dreams and nightmares. It was their rebellion against established academic traditions that led Cubists, Fauvists and Pointillists to find new ways of representation. It would be unthinkable for an educated people of a democratic society to slave away for a pyramid or a temple devoted to divine pharaoh.

Even moral values change with time. Shakespeare' s Taming of the Shrew espouses subservience of women and his Merchant of Venice renders a stereotypical portrayal of Jews. Shakespeare' s works, as immortal classics as they are, are still products of their time. Yet we still value his works because we understand the playwright's milieu. The man is but human.

Despite notions that art ought to be universal, each genre and art form has its own criteria for excellence. One must judge Noh plays with a different criterion from the one applied to cliffhanger films. Critics are know-it-alls only with what they know.

It is art that makes an artist, not the other way around. Just because he is a reputed genius does not guarantee all his works are art.

As with any vocation, so too with artistry; they are only as good as their work. Art is what makes us human. It is in our nature to create art. The origin of art is as prehistoric as our species. Art is found in all cultures. Art is not mere decoration, hobby or propaganda. Art is essential. Art is not the real thing Art is a manmade representation of something perceived. Even nonrepresentational art was first imagined and intended. Nature and other works attributed to God cannot be labeled art; they are called "Creation." Animal scribbles and random computer generations don't count.

Art tells truth through deception. Representation implies contrivance. To perform with seemingly effortless grace, dancers endure hours of grueling practice. To convey emotions to audiences in faraway seats, theater actors exaggerate makeup and costume and carefully consider their blocking. To tell lifetime stories in the span of a few hours, cinematic directors compress time and limit the number of characters.

On the opposite extreme, post-modern art shatters the illusion, making the creative process the subject of their art.

Even works of fantasy reflect reality. Outcasts and victims of circumstance identify with Mary Shelly's Frankenstein monster and Victor Hugo's Quasimodo.

Life is not all pretty and nice. Neither should art be. For art to be honest, it must reflect the world we know. Violence, sex, injustice, ugliness, awkwardness and defeat are all part of life. From Francisco Goya to Elmer Borlongan, Social Realism still resonates with us today. The explicit photography of Robert Mapplethorpe confronts us with truths that may not be our own.

Art is for an audience

Art has meaning, even when its message is that life has no meaning or when its truth is that there are no truths. Art is what means something to us today. It is the message that matters. And at times the medium is the message. The manner with which an artist chooses to create his art is his statement. Every creative choice he makes has a reason.

Art communicates. Before we can even consider something as art, it must have been done well enough for us to understand. Mastery and composition are means to this end.

Art is a language. You have to understand an art form's grammar and etymology before you can even appreciate what it has to say. You cannot separate art from its culture and history.

Many say great art ought to transcend cultural barriers. And true enough art ought to explain itself. But it's not magic. It is one thing to groove to a song's beat, another to understand it's lyrics and yet another to appreciate its place in music history.

Familiarity with cultural conventions overcomes feelings of intimidation at art galleries, avoids offending native sensibilities at tribal performances and neutralizes yawns, snickers and gasps at ballets and pangalay dances. Knowing the story behind the story deepens your enjoyment. That is why performances and exhibits come with programs and schools teach Art Appreciation and Humanities.

---------------------------

Need i say, Amen?