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Sunday, October 30, 2011


KATY PERRY LIVE IN MANILA 2012
The multi-award winning female artist and the first female to have five number 1 hits on Billboard in one year is coming back to Manila. January 22,2012 at Mall Of Asia Concert Grounds is the date and the venue for her one night event.

Ticket Prices are as follows:
VIP – Php 15,000
Diamond (Reserved Seats) – Php 10,000
Titanium – Php 6,550
Gold – Php 4,550
Silver (Standing) – Php 2,050
Bronze (Standing) – Php 850

Tickets will be available starting November 8, 2011. For ticket and other inquiries, please call 891-9999 or 470-2222.

An award-winning recording artist, Katy Perry has released chart-topping singles such as "Teenage Dream," "California Girls," "Fireworks," "E.T.," "Last Friday Night" She is currently touring the world for her California Dreams Tour which has the setlist below:


"Teenage Dream"
"Hummingbird Heartbeat"
"Waking Up in Vegas"
"Ur So Gay"
"Peacock"
"I Kissed a Girl"
"Circle the Drain"
"E.T."
"Who Am I Living For?"
"Pearl"
"Not Like the Movies"
"The One That Got Away" (Performed in replacement of a medley)
Medley: "Only Girl (In the World)" / Big Pimpin'" / "Whip My Hair"
"Thinking of You"
"Hot n Cold" (contains elements of "I Want Candy")
"Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)"
"I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me)" (contains elements of "Girls Just Want to Have Fun")
"Firework"
Encore: "California Gurls"

©arnkristoff

Friday, October 28, 2011

Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa


Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa is just one the few films from Cinemalaya 2011 that reach commercial release unlike the other two such as Ang Babae Sa Septic Tank and Ligo Na U, Lapit Na Me, this film was considered to fall on the poetry type of movie for it is a masterpiece like movie. The grand and not so grand narratives of sexual awakening are a dime a dozen. Each one of us has a story to tell – and how often a story to embellish – at an early juncture of adolescence. More relevantly, within the annals of cinema, the terrain is a well-trodden one, assuming a subgenre all its own. Many a tawdry youth-oriented film has singlemindedly sexualized love, and thus vulgarized and grossly irrigated this honorable ideal. An entry of a preeminent kind, Alvin Yapan’s Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa is a lyrical and poetic tale that brings back respectability to eros so often shortchanged.



In truth, Yapan’s film does not merely touch upon pure and pristine love, but gracefully rebukes the tyranny of sanctioned love. As a tale exploring the first stirrings of homosexuality, Ang Sayaw is not so much about the wages of raging hormones as it is about the innocence and struggles of unconditioned, unmediated love. It posits a primordial world when gender roles have not been internalized. Yet it must be said in the same breath, it’s a tale meant for everyone, not least of whom those who compartmentalize love. Either way, it’s a film akin to a puzzle: it recomposes itself after each telling: a multifaceted gem that will mystify the most searching eye.

To begin to describe the plot is to simplify it. On the surface, it registers as much as the next film wanting to tell what it knows about sexual awakening and sexual incipience. Here, however, God is in the details: one must listen to the readings – and promptings, if one is inclined – of suggestive and transgressive poetry on the soundtrack as well as to the meaningful gestures between characters. A line of verse may be as significant as the import of a gaze.

In Yapan’s film, there are spades of either one. Verses of sexual initiation – from Ophie Dimalanta to Joi Barrios, from Benilda Santos to Merlinda Bobis – fill the soundtrack at every turn, readings from a literature class taught by a beautiful but curiously single teacher named Karen. There is little back story about her past except to suggest how she has sacrificed love in pursuit of the arts. Her life has become devoted to teaching not just the import of verse, but the language of dance. Marlon is a student smitten with her, though poetry, the kind that that demonstrates love regardless of gender, remains inscrutable to him. Karen’s assistant at her dance studio, Dennis, is in the same poetry class and has the tell-tale gaze.

Dennis has realized he has eyes alone for those of his own sex. When Marlon hires him in secret for dance lessons, a move to impress Karen, Dennis starts to draw his gaze closer. His lessons are not only instructive for the aspiring dancer but for the viewer, it yields the metaphor of how dance, as in other forms of cultural and social expression, is often a phallocentric performance. Man leads, and the woman follows. Man is active; woman, passive.

Here lies one of the film’s foremost curiosities: what happens when there are two men, or two women, performing the dance? What brand of dance is it? The dance of two left feet? Marlon and Dennis soon enough master the dance, not just dispelling our gendered assumptions, the tyranny of prescribed love, but here we see Karen, a kind of muse-like facilitator for the two youngsters, teary-eyed seeing, perhaps, a kind of synergy. Her gaze is a complex one.

The last act of the film depicts a stage performance of Humadapnon, an epic poem rendered into dance by Karen’s troupe of dancers. Dovetailing like no other, Marlon and Dennis essay the lead roles, and breathe life into a kind of unmediated, spontaneous love that existed long ago. They have poured themselves into their roles, and at the climax of performance, Marlon, for the first time, looks meaningfully Dennis in the eye, and his tears fall. His gaze tells an unflinching story.