I’m not really a gadget person; I can live with an outdated cellphone so long as I can text and call my children. The camera though comes in so handy. I don’t trust my memory sometimes so getting a snap of something so I can precisely remember is such an added perk.
And then came the tablets, the iPad, which took our household by storm. Everyone has it, thanks to their computer geek father who led the march. It was kind of a struggle, discipline wise, in the beginning because it was a novel gadget and they’ll do whatever it takes to con you just so they can sneak out a time to go tapping on the tab. But eventually house gadget rules were established and my kids abide by it. It was a follow or nothing rule.
I got so used to bringing heavy bag around; they’re stuff with my books, something I can’t live without. Then eventually, I learned that one can actually load a thousand books on this gadget. Then the rest was happy days for me.
Thank you Steve Jobs, wherever you are today, for this gadget. I never really have appreciated this thing if not because of the iBooks, the Kindle, the Kobo and etc. Though I still love the sensuality of the physical book as nothing compares to the smell of a new book, but nothing also compares to the hundreds of titles I carry all at the same time uploaded to this iPad. Awesome!
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I don’t normally do technical reviews of films. I’ll say, I’m more of a reflective viewer if there’s such a term. I consume this genre of art on a more personal and introspective level. Kind of seeing whether they’re relevant to life circumstance or not. And this film Philomena got me several notches up. It is one of those films that recount discourses that cuts across cultural, social, political and religious attribute of our human existence.
I missed reading the book. Not a copy available in any local bookstores around here. I’m just sad, but glad there’s the screen version and I think it did justice to the written version.
Major Spoiler: The film was based on the true-to-life account of Martin Sixsmith’s book ‘The Lost Child of Philomena Lee’. Martin in the movie was played by Steve Coogan. He was a BBC journalist who was fired from work because of a scandal he has nothing to do about. He was contemplating on his next career move to try to write Russian History book but it has changed for good when he met a waitress in a party who asked him to do a human interest story about her mom who was finding her lost child for 50 years.
Philomena (played by Judi Dench) on the other hand, was an Irish woman who at the young age got pregnant out of wedlock. Eventually she was brought to work with the nuns while attending to her boy child at least an hour within a working day. Until his son was taken away by an American couple which apparently has the highest bid for the kid. We hear stories of life, happy and sad, every single day of our lives, and Philomena’s story was actually just one of those stories. One of those stories that were weaved so exceptionally interesting yet so dreadfully disclosed we tend to question the elements of our system why?
I love Martin. He represented people who knew that there is super power over and above us, but doesn’t believe that it is necessarily God. Philomena on the other hand is quiet a relatable human character. Her faith evolved over time. From being a deeply religious individual to being a secular believer who forgives those who sinned against her, not because it’s a command from God but because she doesn’t want to get stressed (something to that effect).
This film shows how Catholic faithfuls took things as it is. Believers don’t question sufferings because it’s the penance we do for of our sins – and getting pregnant out of (fu*$king) wedlock is abso (fu*#king) lutely a sin.
If you’re into Theology, this is a good film to break into pieces. Moreso, if you’re into Sociology and Anthropology.
I specifically love these lines… this is a scene when they’re already in America weaving connection to find her son.
Philomena: “Now we’re getting closer, all these years wondering if Anthony was in trouble or prison or goodness knows where. But as long as I didn’t know I could always turn myself he was happy somewhere and that he was doing all right.”
Martin: “Don’t upset yourself.”
Philomena: “What if he was obese?”
Philomena: “I watched this documentary that says a lot of Americans are huge. What if that happened to him?”
Martin: “What on earth makes you think he’d be obese?”
Philomena: “Because of the size of the portions!”
As they learn more about Anthony and draw closer, Philomena wonders about his lifestyle and health. A documentary about obese Americans has her wondering if Anthony is obese, among other things.
You should watch this!
I know there is nothing impossible to those who believe. And I’d like to believe that one day soon there‘ll be no children begging alms in the streets, but instead street children making street music.
It’s just a fleeting thought of mine while having coffee al fresco with a friend. We saw these kids running along with the jeepney with their tin cans stretched begging for money. They’re not that frail-looking at all. I thought maybe instead of getting them out of the street, pamper and feed them on dole-outs at the shelters, can’t training them to play street music a good intervention?
Taking them out of the street is like a taking a fish out of water. These kids are more comfortable maneuvering survival in an environment they’re familiar with. So instead of them asking money in a much riskier manner, I think letting them play music and paying them as they do so would be a less susceptible way to earning money.
I may just be thinking too much, but then again there’s always this possibility that maybe one day, these kids will come up with a more cultured way of earning money. I dreamed one day, these kids will play on roland v-8 or violin or sax in the streets instead of them begging for alms.
I really hope God will touch the hearts of the people with music talents and will spend time teaching these kids how to play and not just feeding them for the day.