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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
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Sunday, May 24, 2020
10:00 AM |
The Fillm Meme No. 30
[30th of 100]. I read the novel by Lauren Weisberger in 2003 because it was making headlines as the barely veiled take-down of
Vogue editor Anna Wintour. I found the prose excruciating, but it made me laugh. It was precious and glamorous and I was amused by its willing embrace of its sensationalism, but I never saw the appeal. So when they announced the movie adaptation three years later, I was intrigued over what Meryl Streep could bring to a character that was more or less a cardboard cutout. I was in for a surprise, and it proved the rarity: that sometimes, like in
The Godfather, the film is so much better than its trashy origins in fiction. It unspooled like the smoothest of pop concoctions -- the music, the knock-out fashion sense of Patricia Field, the performances, with the titular devil given more dimension and nuance without sacrificing the devilishness. Granted there are one or two things that grate, like the worthless friends and boyfriend who are inexplicably made out to be moral compasses, but this movie is an exemplar of commercial filmmaking. There was a time in the very recent past when I'd play the opening credits of this movie every morning, imbibing in the gloriousness of that wake-up-and-let's-get-ready-to-go-to-work sequence to the tune of KT Tunstall's "Suddenly I See." Watching this together with R. J. Cutler's
The September Issue, the documentary that was more or less Wintour's response to the book and film, makes for an aspirational combo that delves into the drama of creativity. What's the film?
For the introduction to this meme, read
here.
Labels: film
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