scorsese + nicholson = match made in violent heaven

Mr. Scorsese has outdone himself. Again. Well…ok. Maybe he’s gone a tad bit conservative. The man is growing old, cut him some slack. Sure it’s not as gruesome as The Godfather, or Goodfellas or as disturbing as Taxi Driver but damn, the man has still got it. Sure it’s more funny than bloody, but from the beginning of the movie where you see Jack’s silhoutte profile while The Stones Gimme Shelter is being played (too bad it isn't part of the soundtrack), to the shooting at the 344 elevator, there was Scorsese’s name written all over the screen. So ok now we know that he either does Italian or Irish. Just one of the two. It’s nothing short of spectacular, from the hilarious lines to the amazing soundtrack. Turns out the Floyd’s Comfortably Numb is the version of Roger Waters with no less than Van Morrison.

Like, “you get your period yet?”. Damn, I never even knew that cranberry juice is a good diuretic when you have your period. They couldn’t have cast a much better actor than Jack. And did you see the tie? The robe? No one could ever pull the leopard print off other than Jack. The guy never fails to crack me up every freakin time! Scorsese and Nicholson is overwhleming enough. Add Damon, de Caprio, Wahlberg, Baldwin and Sheen -- now that is wicked. But every single cast was amazing. Watch the movie. Buy the soundtrack. An adrenalin-induced Sunday from your armchair. 

that's what FRIENDS are for

It’s been almost a week without cable. You have no idea how much of a torment that is for a couch potato like me, having my life ruled by the Food Network, Star World’s Monday Night Laughs, Seinfeld and Friends re-runs, Amazing Race, Letterman and O’Brien, Sunday CSI marathon, ETC, 2nd Avenue and Deutsche World. Sundays without Barefoot Contessa is like a day without rice. I know it’s such a bratty thing to say having had electricity since Thursday midnight but having no cable has never made me feel so deprived. Everytime I go home, all I have to do is look at the lobby guard to get a default respond, “ma’am, wala pa pong cable eh.”. I bet the poor guy feels awfully sorry for me everytime. Apart from the drinking and the drinking and the drinking after work since going home has never been so futile, I end up blissfully drowning myself with all the friends dvd’s I have, all 10 glorious seasons. Pathetic as it may sound, I practically “friends” myself to sleep. It’s become a verb that I virtually live off it. Strangely enough, I find myself laughing like I'm seeing the episodes for the first time, but with me mouthing every word.   Although of course, it goes without saying that I’ve probably seen each episode at least, AT LEAST 4 times. Except for those that I enormously love --- thanksgivings, flashbacks, “messers become the messees”, which I’ve seen at least 10 times. I don’t even need to put the reasons why I’m dreadfully fixated to it on paper. Friends is on while I surf online, while I do iPhoto slideshows, while I eat, while I take a shower, while I fix my clothes for work the next day, while I flirt on sms, while I read On the Road, while I look outside the window, while I reminisce on the other episodes. I’m sick. Very very sick. Sky Cable’s just gonna have to reimburse all the shrink fees I’m about to spend. Cable better resume soon before I start getting myself a duck.