Never rush a woman when she’s primping to go somewhere — never. You might be running a little late or even a lot late, but unless you want to meet your maker earlier than heaven has ordained, back off. I have witnessed a couple of epic fights between spouses and partners because the men at some point in their vigil made the cardinal sin of saying, “Let’s go!” The first time I became aware of this phenomenon was when I was about seven, and my godparents were our houseguests. My parents were taking them to a party and my godmother let me watch her get ready. My godfather kept popping into the room saying, “Let’s go, we’re late,” and my godmother was getting frantic with each visit he paid her. The edgier she got, the more mistakes made, hence, more do-overs. It got to a point where, in frustration, she told me, “One more ‘Let’s go’ from your Ninong and he’ll see the devil himself come to life.” They ended up leaving extremely late, as the harder he pressed, the more my godmother took her sweet time just to get back at him. I learned from my parents the next day that they stayed away from each other at the party. Another time, in college, a good friend was getting ready with me in the room, while her boyfriend waited outside. He was taking her to dinner to meet his parents for the first time. She was a bundle of Read More …
Climb every mountain: Ben Stiller and Kristen Wiig explore Walter Mitty’s mind in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. There are some great visuals in Ben Stiller’s new movie, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, like helicopter rides over Icelandic volcanoes and shots of the actor/director careening down a mountain road on a skateboard. But like the magazine which is the background subject of the movie, the movie is mostly a series of visuals meant to impart a sense of human wonder: it’s Life of Pi with more laughs, less depth. The Secret Life of Walter Mitty is based on a James Thurber short story from 1939, so naturally it needed a lot of padding (and major updating) to stretch it to a 90-minute movie. A lot of stretching, considering the movie itself is very slight: the title character (played by Stiller) checks negatives at Life magazine during its final days; when he can’t locate a crucial photo taken by adventurous photographer Sean O’Connell (Sean Penn), he decides to locate the negative by tracking down the rock star lensman. Meanwhile, he’s smitten with new Life employee Sheryl (Kristen Wiig) but is too shy to connect with her. Instead, he daydreams (“zones out”), imagining himself in heroic situations. Anyway, if you’ve seen the trailer, you already know the story. A similar situation — stretching a short story to a full-length movie — occurred with F. Scott Fitzgerald’s tale The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which was padded out to epic schmaltz Read More …
Host with the most: Edu Manzano, Mr. Pure Energy: Gary Valenciano Thank you, Manny Pacquiao, for systematically rearranging the face of Brandon Rios and boosting this nation’s waning testosterone levels. That decisive win last Sunday caused hair to spontaneously sprout on my chest, helped me grow an additional set of abs and increased my cojones a third in diameter. And, speaking of growing cojones, did you know there are many men whose cojones I would like to have? Wait. Allow me to rephrase that lest I be arrested. There are many men whose cojones I would like to emulate. Wait, that wasn’t quite right either. Basta, there are many men with great cojones, and I wish I had cojones just like them. You see, writing this column of national inconsequence, there are other balls that I juggle as well. These balls include real estate development, food market entrepreneurship, events and TV hosting, and my biggest ball of all, manservant to my wife and two kids. I know, I know, I have more balls than I can handle. But hey, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to eventually handle bigger balls. And, for me, these are the men that I look up to when I play with my balls. Tony Tan Caktiong — Uncle Tony’s (uuuy, nakiki-uncle daw, o) rise to success is the stuff of business legend. After graduating with a chemical engineering degree from UST in 1975, he used his life savings to invest in an ice cream Read More …
Once upon a time I joined a stand-up comedy competition and finished third. I could say that I beat a couple dozen other aspiring comics to finish third. I could even make a case for that achievement by pointing out that the top two finishers went on to become full-fledged world-touring performers. Not me. For a reason, I chose to see the experience as an ordeal where I lost to two other people that I (on that night) believed I was better than. I was second runner-up. The second biggest loser. The reason I felt like a loser was because I was in a competition where the winner was determined subjectively. There was no finish line to cross ahead of the others. There was no score tracking the number of points we made. On that night, the winner was determined by judges. In other words, a combination of opinions from a tiny sample of the entire comedic population — “a jury of my peers” — decided that I wasn’t going to win. They said I lost, and there was nothing I could do to prove that I did not. That was too long ago, so I’m not recalling this to be bitter. I am actually going somewhere with this. It sucks to be judged. Lifestyle Feature ( Article MRec ), pagematch: 1, sectionmatch: Our country has recently been done proud by two beautiful women who were sent off to foreign lands to capture the hearts of a panel of judges Read More …
Man with the golden murse: Daniel Craig, for one, understands the appeal of a male carryall. Fans of The Hangover I and II know this scene by heart: four friends are in Las Vegas for the groom’s bachelor party and on their way to a boys’ night out Phil, played by Bradley Cooper, and Alan, played by comedian Zac Galifianakis, have the following conversation about the bag slung across Alan’s torso: PHIL: You’re not really wearing that are you? ALAN: Wearing what? PHIL: The man purse. You actually gonna wear that or are you just effin’ with me? ALAN: It’s where I keep all my things. I get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it’s not a purse; it’s called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one. This sequence has been in my mind the past five weeks not only because I like Zac Galifianakis — he makes me laugh — but because I’ve been in and out of 11 airports. After surfing the net and reading books to pass all those pre- and post-flight waiting hours, I find that the next best entertainment is to people watch. Lifestyle Feature ( Article MRec ), pagematch: 1, sectionmatch: What catches my eye are the carry-on bags men take inside airplane cabins and I have noticed that often there is a specific type of man that carries a specific type of bag. Athletes who travel in jerseys or varsity shirts and serious sport sneakers carry huge athletic duffel bags (a no-brainer), often with their Read More …