Vera Falls Adventure


The Vera Falls Adventure happened March 5 to 7 in Malinao, Albay. It is dubbed as the “hidden paradise” of Mt. Malinao. We did this as a project for our Feature Writing class finals.

Travel is one of those exhausting but exciting things. First, you have to plan things out. In our case as a group, money matters were the most frustrating and integral to talk about. At the end, everything turned out perfect and we were able to get there.

I went with my co-F.A.R.T Magazine frat mates namely Val Berzosa, Bassy Dialino, Maryknoll Lumbang and Jay Guy.

Minutes before our travel to Albay, the annual Bicol Conference on Communication and Media Studies (BICCOMMS) at the Ateneo de Naga University Xavier Hall had just concluded. Even before going, I was already feeling elated especially after I got first place in the essay writing contest on social media empowerment. This was what got me so anxious during the awarding ceremony and even before our travel, because I had a hard time writing the essay and felt like I wasn’t making sense halfway through the article. Plus, I was competing with this dude from my Communication and Society class who’s very eloquent and passionately vocal about socio-cultural issues. Fortunately, I beat him but the anxiety died down only after I went up the stage and exposed my pitiful face in front of everyone as I received my certificate being my fretful, ugly self while people were taking pictures of that poor face.

We traveled through the UV Express vans. It was an okay ride, however I was left out of the circle and had to sit one seat in front of them. They all sat together, while I was flanked by two strangers. Imagine the anxiety! Worse, it was a 3-hour ride. Stay strong, butt.

3 hours later, we arrived in Tabaco City. I couldn’t feel my legs when we stepped off the van. We walked around to re-circulate the blood in our limp and numb legs and visited the outdoor of St. John The Baptist Parish. The city is comparable to Naga City. Small and developing. Val told us that there lay the first 7-Eleven store in Tabaco. We walked some few meters more and bought ourselves some chocolate/blueberry ice cream. Yum. The cashiers were even more generous in ejecting soft serve ice cream swirls into the cone than the ones we have here in Naga.

A few more meters of walking, we arrived at Val’s residence. We were welcomed by her grandmother and cousins. We went to the rooms. Val’s house is huge. And her room is like a princess’s. After touring her not-so humble abode, Val suggested we go around their barangay so we changed clothes and started walking. Yes, more walking. It reminded me of our immersion days in Bula, Camarines Sur.

We looked around and ultimately had to stop at the municipal hall. There were lots of stalls and establishments such as bakeries, sari-sari stores and street food vendors. I loved the grilled coagulated pig’s blood and its sauce (a.k.a dugo by the way, just masking my dumbass self). We also visited one of Val’s relatives who also had this really unhumble abode with really nice interior decor and design and interestingly, a mini bar. They welcomed us as they watched TV. Going back, Maryknoll and some others (kinda forgot who) gave up and unfortunately rented pedicabs. Poor kids like me had to walk back to Val’s.

We eventually had dinner c/o Val’s grandmother. We had adobo. After the tasteful dinner, we went upstairs back to Val’s princessy bedroom and played cheesy music. We talked about some stuff (also kinda forgot what about), backstabbed some classmates until we found board games in a drawer of her bed. We specifically played this science game about biology and anatomy. Bassy scored more than us. Smartass.

At the end of the day, Jay and I were deported to the room next to Val’s. There were two twin beds, one for me and one for Jay. The room was pretty hot. The girls had air-conditioner. Aside from the luxury and extravagance that was Val’s house, there existed horrible and apparent social injustice. Kidding. (Not.)

Sunday came. I woke up really early to take a shower really early because of anxiety reasons. I don’t know but I always have this idea that people will see me naked or something. Others followed. We then went to Val’s roof deck (yes, rich kids have that) up through their spiral stairs (yes, a rich kid’s thing). We took pictures of the beautiful sunrise and Mayon Volcano’s perfectly-shaped cone. Really, it was the most important city—er, I mean volcano—in Bicol.

We had bread and cheese spread for breakfast. Val’s magnanimous grandmother gave us so much food to bring to the falls (talk about more heavy things to bring, huh?) and then we went straight to the van (another UV Express brand) managed by Val’s uncle.

The travel was quite fun. We had to shoot some videos for Jay because he was shooting two subjects with one cam (the other one, Media Writing) where he also experienced socio-academical injustice and discrimination, thanks to that specific person I’m not gonna talk to you about. What the fuck was that, Jay?

I kinda feel tired writing all this bullshit. Anyway just watch this edited version of our travel made by Jay for his Media Writing class. Enjoy:

Thanks for reading, Gov. Salceda!


Movies Roundup: Comedy and Courage


Over the time, when I have the chance, I will be posting my own reviews of the movies I have watched within a week and pretend you are interested. WARNING: SPOILERS!

Yo, remember that time I reviewed disturbing and disgusting movies? Well, we are finally off that revolting stuff. To be honest, I’m more of a comedy-drama type of guy. Horror and gory movies do not do it for me too, and it just annoys me infinitely when the producers decide to shock moviegoers solely with loud distracting sounds like a high-pitched scream or an orchestral DUN-DUN-DUUUUN!. Seriously? Can’t you do better? A real shocker of a scene perhaps?

I’ve watched 3 movies this week and found out coincidentally that these movies have some quirky and admirable common grounds. First, these are relatively new, feel-good comedy pictures, the type that I appreciate when things are chill and I do not want to put as much pressure in my brain, a.k.a when I do not want to think.


Second, in retrospect I realized these aren’t just “comedies”, these also flaunt the themes of bravery, self-confidence, self-reliance, gearing up towards change and finally doing it, all of which should be lauded. Here are some of the movies that entertained me this week:

(By the way, today I will start using my own standards meter and movie assessment rating. I call this the Garbageness Rating™, which literally means “how garbage a film is in all factors; plot, characters, cinematography, editing, etc.”. I don’t know why I quoted that. This is an example of a Garbageness Rating™ of 3 out 5:)


Alright here we go:

1. How to Be Single (2016)


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What: A romantic comedy film starring Fifty Shades of Grey‘s lead submissive, Dakota Johnson, Pitch Perfect‘s “Fat Amy”, the hilarious Rebel Wilson, breakdown queen Leslie Mann (seriously she always has these roles), Community star Alison Brie and Comedy Central co-creator Anders Holm. And they are obviously….you guessed it right. Single! This takes place at the clichéd skyscraper-clad New York City.

To quickly sum it all up, Alice (Johnson) has this dumb eureka moment where she just wants to be single, leaving boyfriend Josh for the city life as a paralegal. She meets her co-worker, party-goer and obnoxious Robin (Wilson), who parties hard and loves every second of her single life. Alice’s sister (Mann) on the other hand, struggles in a dilemma between lacking a relationship and wanting a baby. Tom (Holm), a restaurant owner who’s expertly single, meets romantic and relationship statistics-fixated Lucy (Brie).

Funniest Scene: Having Rebel Wilson around, there are several scenes in the movie where it does shine comically. Add up Leslie Mann and Alison Brie, things can go pretty crazy. One really funny scene is at the sauna where Alice lies slightly above Robin and Robin says of her bush, “Seriously, it’s like Gandalf is staring right at me. No penis shall pass!

My Take: The movie is chill and funny. The light approach to the hardships of being single is somewhat relaxing. It is a bit too long for me, and eventually some of the humor do not work anymore.

What Speaks Courage: How To Be Single is a film about self-reliance. Sure, being single has its perks, but it is a process, and this is what the movie presents to its spectators. The movie is not a self-help ‘surviving the single life’ guide that you could use as an alternative to your Single Life for Dummies books, it is fixated on the struggles of having no romantic companion, meeting new people and getting to know them. The movie’s narrative is that, maybe being single isn’t that bad at all. After all, the only person we have at the end of the day is ourselves. Stay strong, unloved creature!


3.5 out of 5 garbage. Although, I tweeted this:

(IMDb, RottenTomatoes)

 2. Dirty Grandpa (2016)


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What: A comedy film about an uptight corporate attorney, Jason (Zac Efron) who meets his former Lieutenant-Colonel grandfather, Dick (Robert De Niro) again (after so many years) during his grandmother’s funeral. Dick requests Jason to drive him to Florida only to discover that his grandpa is a frisky, flirtatious, dirty ol’ man.

The team-up is unusual, more so the characters. We have this too strict and formal yuppie who is too obsessed with his job and with the preparations for his upcoming wedding while he reluctantly interacts with his playful and childish grandfather, a complete opposite. The Yin Yang type of an uncanny grandfather-grandson relationship is what the movie sells to its audience, and with that people are sold.

Funniest Scene: De Niro slapping his possibly prosthetic penis on to Efron’s face. Gross and hilarious. Now we know why De Niro was named Richard in the movie.

My Take: I’m sure the plot is something we’ve all seen before. Here’s this stickler rich dude who meets this YOLO grandpa who tries his best to change him back to what he used to be (in the movie, a photographer) and stop him from marrying the wrong girl. At the end, the rich dude realizes that life’s too short and photography is his passion. Yep, this is not new. The film has some hilarious scenes but when they are not funny, it just doesn’t feel right.

What Speaks Courage: The transformation of Efron’s character from a stern yuppie to a fun, loving grandson causes Jason’s persona to slightly derail from its usual tendencies. This admirable change (c/o Dick) is what leads Jason to finally go back to the old Jason that he used to be, leaving behind all the things he has been working hard for to follow his passion and what his heart desires.


4.5 out of 5 garbage.Unless seeing Zac Efron wearing only a bee stuffed toy is completely satisfying to you, I recommend not watching it.

(IMDb, RottenTomatoes)

3. Hello, My Name Is Doris (2015)


movie poster from Wikipedia

What: A romantic comedy-drama about a 60-something woman named Doris (played by Oscar-awardee Sally Field) who has a crush on her younger co-worker, John (New Girl‘s Max Greenfield), and gets motivated to pursue her romantic interest in him.

Funniest Scene: Sally Field is an amazing actress and it cannot be denied that she puts so much color in the character she plays. The premise itself is already arguably a silly predicament, so funny scenes are aplenty. One really funny scene takes place in one of Doris’ fantasies. I tried typing it but it couldn’t sound as funny as how I remember it. Just check the movie out.

My Take: This is a pretty decent and touching movie. Before watching, I have read the synopsis and thought this is a movie about a MILF. NO. Doris is most definitely not a MILF, or a cougar, or a puma. The film provides Doris with a heartbreaking backstory that makes the audience understand her better and recognize why she is reluctant to believe that it is too late for everything. Doris starts out as a cute, vibrant and lovable character who, halfway into the movie, evolves and develops into an even more mature and deep character. Surely, many people (older ones, mostly) will relate to Doris. There are scenes with Field and Greenfield that you think you will find cringe-worthy (because of the age gap) but it all sums up as a collaborative effort to build a story that is all-in-all raw and moving.

What Speaks Courage: Doris has been out of the dating game for too long until her mother passes away. This time, she gets to live more freely. What’s courageous about Doris is her unwavering desire and perseverance to get the guy, even up to the point that she inflicts misdoings on other people. But Doris learns, and she wakes up in a reality that all’s long overdue. At this point, Doris bravely chooses to accept and face what she’s been denying all along and decides to let go of the things (lots of things) that do not matter anymore.


0.5 out of 5 garbage. Watch it. It’s beautiful.

(IMDb, RottenTomatoes)


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Gainza Photowalk


These are photos taken during our Fundamentals of Photography class, AY 2015-2016, 1st Semester, the time all of us thought having a DSLR camera automatically made us “artistic” or “photographers”.

I used to think I was going to be a great photographer. I used to think I had a vision, an eye for photographic art. Not really. The thing is, most shots have to be taken in public, and since I am not a people fan, I get so anxious being in the middle of a crowd while taking a good shot. The people around are probably judging my incapability as a try-hard photographer or somebody is plotting to steal the camera that at that time I did not own. Sad.

These were some of the best shots I took with friends at what we formally called a “photowalk”. This was in Gainza, Camarines Sur, the turf of our beloved, tiny, curly, low-resolution-eyed, astigmatismed, hopeless romantic friend, Van Jose Martinez (shoutout! Twitter here. Facebook here. His Twitter account might change anytime soon bc it’s noob AF). It took a little under or over an hour to get there through a jeepney. Ugh.

The place was quiet, bare and very countryside. Fresh air and dung air clouded the atmosphere; great nature spots and a bonded community welcomed us. There was a river where youngsters dove in courageously. We crossed a hanging bridge where people walked through carrying sacks of rice, some even on motorcycles driving pass through. Overlooking the bridge was a horizon foregrounded by the two sides of grass and land meeting in the middle accompanied by the burning orange sunset. There was even like a fiesta where people were participating happily in a “sabong” or cockfight. Ultimately we were sent out of the party because it was illegal and we weren’t allowed to take pictures.

The photowalk involved actual, literal, rheumatism-provoking walking. We probably walked 20 kilometers going back and forth places.

Our initial discussions on basic photography were about leading lines, balance and the rule of thirds. Here are some of the pictures we’ve taken during the walk. Really, these aren’t that impressive but I just felt like I needed to share:

I need to mention—later that day, after eager and continuous egging on, we had convinced our straightedge, Barbie-haired buddy Jay Ian Guy (shoutout! Facebook here. Twitter here.) to treat us some Shakey’s pizza. ‘Twas a good day. I will post the pic once i find it.

UPDATE: Found it! Here ya go:


via @ManuChubibo‘s Twitter. (L-R) Jay Guy, Pau Quizana, Me, Van Martinez, Emman Salvadora

Have a nice day, Human Who Couldn’t Care Less!

Never Again, Never Forget


This was written a few months back for our Feature Writing class in celebration of the 1986 EDSA Revolution anniversary. It features an astonishing painting by the great, painter-activist Randalf Dilla (see image below).

This is very timely now that Atty. Leni Robredo has just been proclaimed Vice President-Elect, beating the eager, lucrative campaign of another Marcos, Bongbong Marcos, who has been disseminating ill, false and made-up information online for some years now, to revise history as we know it and erase the faults of the Marcos regime in preparation for his VP (for all we know, Presidential) candidacy. Alas, no amount of perfuming, gussying up and bombardment of misleading black propaganda could reformat the minds of the Filipinos. At the end, truth prevails and the good champions over the bad. Thank you for reading and I hope we never ever forget:


This was what I had imagined Marcos was thinking as I walked in the Xavier Hall and viewed this astoundingly huge mural cleverly titled, ‘Salvaged Memories, Salvaged Lives’ by Randalf Dilla. Marcos was the center of attraction, and I bet he liked it. The artwork was massive, physically and in existence. As I perused every detail, every stroke and every color, I completely understood that this stunningly executed yet harshly depicted mural of the Marcos dictatorship was not only exquisite as a form of art, but was also intended to attack and say something worth hearing without making a sound; it was there to challenge one’s historical recollection and trigger his nationalism.

Much like Uncle Sam, Ferdinand Marcos was pointing at whoever viewed the mural. Whether it was condemnation or wanting, I preferred to believe he was pointing at wealth and power. ‘I want it’, he was probably thinking. ‘I will have all of it!’ And he probably did.

Dilla’s symbols brought the painting to life. Notable ones like the unequal scale for the lack of justice during Martial Law, the iron hands, the overflowing gold and wealth, the Philippine flag trapped in barbed wires, laws soaked in blood, the religious metaphor of the purple shrouds and the people who suffered, went missing or murdered, the prisoners, the human stones under the rostrum who seemingly wanted to get out—all of these images and scenes reminded me in one frame what happened during the Marcos regime and why no one should ever forget.

NEVER AGAIN. This is the message that the artist wanted to send to the spectators. It is evident, sadly, that most of the young are dissuading from the history based on actual, collective experiences printed on the textbooks only to choose and trust Facebook photos that contain claimed “facts” highlighting the good, if anything, the human side of the late Ferdinand Marcos, while overlooking the more grave and evil side that obviously outweighs the opposite.

Now that election is nearing, this mural is reminding us never to forget. In the words of Winston Churchill, ‘Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.'”

Thanks for not reading, Marcos loyalista!

The Dominance of Romance in Film and TV


This was created out of bitterness. And before you argue that romanticism was an 1800s movement, I will now warn that romance as a term is used in this post as a shortcut for “romantic love”.

One of my former high school classmates, Jessica Marie Lagdaan (twitter here), after watching my highly recommended film and one of my favorites, The Shawshank Redemption (1994), insisted with such grave that Andy Dufrense (played by Tim Robbins), the protagonist, and Ellis “Red” Redding (played by our beloved Morgan Freeman) were gay for each other. I argued that Red was only “black” which was rather offensive.

I persisted that they were only good friends. She never believed me.

This kind of outlook is not new. In our Communication Theory class where our instructor tasked us to write an essay about one of the discussed theories (I chose Gerbner’s Cultivation Theory), I had passionately laid out my arguments about the dominance of romance in the world of cinema and TV. It cannot be denied that “romantic love” seems like an omnipresent theme in any movie or TV series ever made.

Say, a film about kindergarten students. Of course, the little boy will give flowers to this cute little girl who will then give him a kiss on the cheek because that’s cute, isn’t it? Say, a war film. Of course, the soldier will fall in love with the nurse. Or heck, with another soldier. Say, a film where everyone dies. Of course, at the end the carcasses of the boy and the girl are holding hands even after an atomic bomb has exploded, a wave of zombies has passed, and the earth’s crust has already collapsed into its mantle.

Duh. People like this shit. If the boyfriend likes action films and the girl wants to be with him so that they can have a quickie in the dark, cold cinema, slap in a scene with cheesy lines where the superhero kisses the beautiful girl. That covers her boredom. Romantic love is everywhere that people often mistake friendship as dependent on this. Again, Shawshank.

Recently I have seen this wonderful, beautiful, heartfelt film called Me and Earl and the Dying Girl (Sundance winner!). Starring Thomas Mann, RJ Cyler and Olivia Cooke respectively, this movie is not only about death. It is much more than that, in a warm and pillow-fuzzy kind of way that you should not masturbate to *pop* (get this after you watch the film). This movie is based on the novel of the same title by Jesse Andrews, who also wrote the screenplay.

By the way, the cinematography is epic and cool and the mini-films are awesome (check out the header image).

by Fresh Movie Trailers

Cooke, Mann and Cyler on the set of the scene where the two boys are accidentally on drugs.

The real gem that is treasure in this film is its apparent diversion and distancing from the typical coming-of-age, young-adult, book-based movies (that seem so popular now, are they) such as It’s Kind of a Funny Story (2010), The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012), and all others John Green. You would think that Rachel (Cooke) and Greg (Mann) are ever going to kiss or say they love each other as they touch faces. They do not however, even if Greg recognizes that he feels it, and it is somehow refreshing and beautiful. The story relies more on the usually downplayed themes of friendship and losing friends, and less making out or having sex with a girl who has cancer.

Cultivation Theory discusses the long-term effects of movies and TV shows and how they affect our worldview. I am guessing it is never our fault but the mainstream cinema that spoon-fed us with this specific and limited view on “love” that we ought to believe it is all that there is. But if we try to look around we will see that love is not just one thing. Love could be anything and so many things and they would all mean the same.

Thanks for skimming, Alexandre Dumas!

The Inevitable Grammatical Pretense


Having read a blog written three years ago by a former batch mate had me contemplating about my blogging ways and my inclination towards grammar and its wholeness.

I had read some blogs before and never had I become so jealous of a grammatical structure and imagery that I was led to believe myself to be an imbecile. Reading that blog deposited such insecurity in me and had insisted a dent that may forever change the way I perceive and fabricate this, I should unfortunately consider, grammatically cheap blog work.

Why do I write in such a simple, bland and insipid way? Is this because I consider myself a minimalist?

Now that I have seen such eloquence and beauty in the usage of the English language, both literally and figuratively, and have discerned its malleability and glorious potential, I fathom now that being a minimalist does not excuse one into evasively composing an impeccable blog. For one to successfully elicit a lingering effect onto his readers, he must invade every area of the multifaceted universe of grammar. He must not only write good, he must write well.

With these instances, I had pitied my blog for its fragile and obtuse form and for what it has become. I had lost in a literary contest that I had concocted within my lacking mentality that had caused my blog to virtually defecate itself in its virtual pants. I must say, I am now in the transition phase between a neanderthalic and Einsteinic path of cognizance in grammar and composition.

It must be the effect of reading less. My grammatical acumen and aptitude have no intention of flexing their literary muscles since my attention span hinders in my reading. I tried to begin with the George Orwell, the Ayn Rand, yet I had never reached the finish line and even found myself returning at the starting point many a time. In between boredom and dealing with my scant attention span, I always switched to Dr. Seuss and read aloud in my phony British accent the rhyming words that sounded so amusing yet seemed to be more appropriate to a third grade’s reading.

I have been enlightened, and from now on my blog will only contain highfalutin, pompous, pretentious words that will potentially blur and hopefully don my smart aleck, vacuous self. I will invariably have this blog as an emblem, a shield that I may utilize to impress. I am hoping that my language and literary maturity improves and protrudes along the way.


This post took a while. Most of the words had to be “right-click > synonyms”ed in the word processor for me to be able to finish a faux blog post full of pretense. I’m kidding. I ain’t doing this shit. I mean, I can’t.

Fuck my life, eh?

Movies Roundup: Disturbing and Gross


Over the time, when I have the chance, I will be posting my own reviews of the movies I have watched within a week and pretend you are interested.

Some movies that I will be reviewing here are ages old, some are recent, and some came out a few years ago, but movies are movies and they last a long time, especially with μTorrent being available—if you know what I mean.

I’ve watched 3 films this week (because of the three-day vacation—Teachers’ Retreat. Thanks, AdNU!), all of them controversial. Two of them were suggested by Smoke Street buddy Harold, and the other one intrigued me after my Philosophy instructor, Mr. Loquias, related the movie in our class discussion.

1. Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom (1975)

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movie poster from Wikipedia

What: This Italian-French art film is very controversial, gross and naked! Italian director Pier Paolo Pasolini filled the film with overwhelming nudity, torture and feces.

This has been listed by many critics as one of the most horrifying and controversial films that has ever come to life.

From the title itself, you could guess how much anal sex has been incorporated in the film, so good luck.

Most Disturbing Scene: SPOILERS! One really disturbing scene here, aside from all the sex and nudity, is when they ate shit. Hyuck!

I Guess: I don’t actually get it. I guess it has a deeper meaning. The movie is about fascist leaders and prostitutes who steal several young boys and girls from their unknowing families and are then tortured through sexual and physical harassment (most of them killed). This film is probably a metaphor for the unbearable and repulsive way of ruling of the fascists and how they just literally fuck everyone up..and make them eat shit…and have anal sex with them…or something.

My Take: The film is bombarded with disturbing and gross scenes that it makes you forget (or gets itself lost in) the plot. The organization of the plot is somehow a blur to me (maybe because I’m stupid?) and nothing makes sense having all the nudity and shit (literal shit). It is confusing, revolting and somehow fulfilling if you dared to finish the whole thing.

The director was allegedly homosexual, so I guess that explains all the anal sex?

Well, it’s an art film, and we ain’t supposed to get it!

(IMDb, RottenTomatoes)

2. A Serbian Film (2010)


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What: This obviously Serbian film is a story of a once reputed (because he has a huge, omni-hard dick) porn actor Miloš, who is given an opportunity by a passionate filmmaker, Vukmir, to do art film (aka porn, btw). He discovers that the art film is going to be harder than he thought (pun intended).

Most Disturbing Scene: SPOILERS! I am only half-disturbed by these scenes, unlike most people who couldn’t sleep the first time they saw it (Harold), and that is weird. The grossest scene was when Miloš was drugged and began fucking his own son (like 10 years old, I guess he was drugged too) in the ass! He was bleeding.

I Guess: As explained by director and writer Spasojević and Radivojević, the film is a parody of Serbian cinema—which they dubbed as boring. I guess it isn’t now!

My Take: The film is very comparable to Memento—the lead actor’s confusion to whatever has happened to him and the coming back of the memories from the clues around him makes the plot a little checkered.

I expected a lot of disturbing scenes, but found only a few and some are badly executed (like the newborn scene) which ruin the desired effect. Although a little daring, we always see these movies end up with psychotic twists which are rather cliché. The good thing about this film is the use of symbols to make the next events familiar (like the grey car that picks up Miloš) and the wicked camera angles and direction.

(IMDb, Rotten Tomatoes)

3. Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (2006)


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What: A German thriller about a man with a great olfactory sense and how he wants to preserve smell—of women.

From the title itself, the dude becomes a psychotic murderer just because he wants to create the best perfume in the world.

Most Disturbing Scenes: These scenes did not disturb me, but most people have been. The scenes of killing the women for their scent are very unusual and crazy. And that orgy halfway through the end…what the fuck?

My Take: I like the cinematography, its narration style and the visuals. It is a fantasy-period film, which helped in making the costumes and places visually stunning and attractive, in a dark way. The lead actor Ben Whishaw was a little disappointing and lacked a few in his supposedly creepy kooky behavior that instead turned into a boring, sad, protagonist. But the others like Dustin Hoffman and Alan Rickman (aka Professor Snape) helped give glory into the film. The story has potential, except that the film has fell short in its storytelling and in the sense of the plot. Mostly likeable film for psycho-thriller film lovers, but not overall impressive.

(IMDb, Rotten Tomatoes)

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