HOME
This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
Interested in What I Create?
Bibliography
The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
Follow the Spy
Recent Crumbs
Blogs I Read
© 2002-2021
IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Thursday, March 08, 2007
9:58 AM |
Memories of Being Under the Rainbow
When you're a rabid cineast who has the gift of knowing the title of any movie from watching just one brief shot (
even of movies I have not watched before), not being able to remember the title of a film you once watched (and still remembered) when you were a kid is the equivalent of a memory rash. My brother Rocky and his then college girlfriend (now wife) Efeb used to take me with them every time they watched a movie. I'm not sure why (because if I were part of a dating couple, I'd
never bring my bratty baby brother with me -- I want romantic aloneness with my significant other
no!). But they did take me out a lot, and we watched so many things. This one movie I remembered intensely because it was very colorful, very zany, and I remembered a lot of little people (dwarves) in it.
For years, I could not remember the title. It ate at me.
Today, I am reading
a CNN article on Carrie Fisher, and there's a sidebar story about
the bad films she made in her interesting career. She mentions a movie, "Under the Rainbow." Something clicked.
This is
the movie of my childhood. That it is considered one of the worst movies ever made gives me a chuckle, because I remember
really liking this movie. It stuck to my memories like a barnacle. I remember scenes from this movie the way I don't with real life.
This just goes to show that something does get lost in our evolution from carefree child to demanding adult critic. I've learned two things:
(1) that it takes childlike abandon to appreciate some things, which can never happen when one is constricted by too much adult jadedness and formalism; and
(2) many people today like bad movies or books (e.g., Dan Brown's
The Da Vinci Code) and stay away from good ones (
Half Nelson) because their level of comprehension is stuck at that of a six-year-old.
Take your pick.Labels: film, life, memories
[0] This is Where You Bite the Sandwich
GO TO OLDER POSTS
GO TO NEWER POSTS