This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I just got this in the mail from my wonderful Chicago-based friend Tedo
, and it gives me the goosebumps...
You can say, "Whaaa...? He gets excited over a book of film reviews?" You bet.
Because, if you haven't noticed it by now, I'm a big fan of the thumbs-up guy Roger Ebert
(or as Mark calls him, "Robert Egert," hehehe
). That he is the only film reviewer who has ever won the Pulitzer Prize should say something about the man. (He also wrote the screenplay for the cult classic Beyond the Valley of the Dolls
, the brilliant boob-fest from the genius of Russ Meyer.) I really just think that Ebert makes intelligent, passionate, thought-provoking reviews that are actually accessible (read: readable), compared to the mumbo-jumbo of the reviewers from The Village Voice
and The New York Times
who seem too self-conscious about their status as culture arbiters. Do not even mention Nestor U. Torre or Michael Medved.
(The only other film reviewers I read with passion are Pauline Kael, who's sadly gone, and the bitchy-witchy duo of The New Yorker
's Anthony Lane, who's just being an irreverent Englishman, and Premiere
's Libby Gelman-Wexler, who is of course Paul Rudnick channeling a Manhattan socialite who cares as much for her Manolo Blahniks as for the new Terrence Malick).
But you know what excited me more? Tedo managed to snag Ebert's autograph in the fly of the book. It says:
Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
[signed] Roger Ebert
On the aftermath of the Ultra stampede tragedy, the always-sensible Michael Tan has some good insight on mob rule, Filipinos, queuing, and civilization
Here's the leak
on the American Idol top 25, courtesy of Rickey.
Labels: film, issues
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