Saturday, August 6, 2016

This Ain't No Film Review:
Suicide Squad Fangirl Rants

My thoughts in a nutshell:
Screw the critics, this film is a blast for comic book fans.

Let Suicide Squad be a reminder that the opinions of professional film critics can be as shortsighted and unimportant as anyone else’s. Working in journalism, I value the cultivated perspective learned reviewers bring to the table, even when they oppose mine, but too frequently nowadays it seems like they’re just gunning to be critical and walk into theaters looking for ways to tear a film apart. I’m not such a DC fundamentalist that I would hail anything that comes from the brand. I did think that Batman V Superman was pathetic - like Now You See Me 1 & 2 pathetic - which is why I’m baffled that critics would put Suicide Squad in the same bottom class, or lower. For me, Batman V Superman and Suicide Squad were (k)night and day in terms of quality, and here's my two bahts on a few of the major criticisms:    
“It’s not Marvel good.”
Sure, it’s not that kind of crisp-humored, timely-paced, fatefully-optimistic superhero movie. But that’s a Marvel thing, rather than a “good” thing. DC has always been grittier, slower, and darker, and fans love them for these characteristics.
“Leto’s Joker was barely in the movie.”
Um, did you read the title of the movie? This is not a Joker or Batman movie. The fact that he was even in it was a gift from Satan.
“Leto’s Joker doesn’t live up to Heath’s / It was nothing like Heath’s”
*extended facepalm* Again, this isn’t a Batman/Joker movie, whereas Dark Knight was. But also, the two are completely different visions of the Joker, not to be compared to the other. I thought Jared Leto brought home the version he was playing, the old-school, chillingly gaunt, in-your-face HAHAHA sadist gangster version. 

“Leto’s laugh is annoying.”
So a job well-done?
“The movie uses and abuses Harley Quinn”
I won’t even bother dabbling in the “this how she’s portrayed in the comics, you dumb fuck” debate here. Just let me tell ya as a feminist what SJW BS this is. They point fingers at her booty show and her private aspirations to be Joker’s wifey and baby mama. So what? Will you also speculate that DC chose her to be the insane one because she’s a woman? Why can’t a woman, especially one who beats up nonhuman glob thugs with a fucking wooden baseball bat for godsake, fall blindly in love, dream about marriage and kids, and show off her curves. Do we all gots to be stone cold, no fun Amanda Wallers?

“It was the Harley and Deadshot show.”
And your point is? Imagine if all 9-10 main characters in this film got equal spotlight. Sacrifice any depth for shallow equality? I THINK NOT. We’re all in agreement that Harley and Deadshot were perfect leads, and it’s not like the rest were forgettable bitch please. For me, Ayer prioritized ideally.

Final thoughts:
Soundtrack: KILLER. / There is some HOT STUFF in the superhero film. They usually serve us short in this area, but not this time!! / Props to the entire production for keeping a lot of big secrets. / Biggest flaw: Enchantress. Perhaps not poorly casted - I think Delevingne is a choice that makes sense - but poorly directed in the movie. / Biggest score: an overall cast that is true to the source material. Going back to the top, this is why fans of the comics should not be phased by terrible reviews.

I leave you with a photo of my Suicide Squad Squad at the Bangkok movie premiere:

Monday, July 18, 2016

How to avoid Kardashian, Swift,
and Pokemon Go on your Newsfeed

A compilation of various one-step methods suggested by friends:
1. Delete Facebook.
2. Don't go on Facebook.
3. Unfriend stupid people.
4. Follow nothing on Facebook.
5. Deactivate Facebook. 
6. Become a hermit (crab).
7. Poke your eyes out.
8. Go back to Mars.
9. Go live under a rock.
10. Delete Facebook.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

"45 Years" was too real.
(Translation: It was a great and beautiful film.)

*Obvs don't read if you haven't watched it and are planning to*

"I'd like to be able to tell you everything I'm thinking. But I can't." - Kate Mercer

Hand covering my lips the shape of a faded "nooo", the end credits began. Great, another film to add to my ever-growing list of shattered dreams. I should know by now that I have a wretched magnetism towards these sorts.

I'm going to keep this short and running, because this is not a movie review blog, and I'm trying not to let perfectionism keep me from making a comeback on my whatever blog, which I refuse to let die.

The character of Kate was just too real for me. I empathized so hard with her, having experienced analogous trauma - well, I'm not nearly in my sixties celebrating my 45th wedding anniversary, but I have had my own Jeff, a happy-go-lucky, foolish, it's-possible-to-move-on-from-anything Jeff, my and Kate's antithesis. In honesty, I had my hunches midway through that it was not going to end well for the characters,but a part of me was wishing that filmmakers were not like me. Not emo, and not hardcore realists. Unfortunately, I am not so unique. They also just had to make my favorite sad song the climatic soundtrack of this movie. #SmokeGetsInYourEyes #ThePlatters #heartbreaksintoamillionmorepieces #THANKS


What struck me the most about how Kate's character was portrayed, and why this movie and Charlotte Rampling are deserving of gold at the upcoming, most important movie awards ceremony, were the nuances and layering of her reaction to even just an emotional existence of another woman in her husband's life. Rather than large and dramatic episodes of Kate feeling explicitly sorry for herself and angry at Jeff, you see her make all the efforts to maintain order, but ultimately succumbing to the inability to. Without making a huge scene.

Because women who are introverted, passionately loving but grudgeful perfectionists are religiously against crumbling. What you need to see, which you do in this movie, are us trying to convince ourselves to insanity not to snoop, trying to create more memorabilias of our relationship out of low confidence, knowing too much but keeping the burden locked up from anyone else, seeing "her" in everyday things we don't want near our men, mentally calculating the years we've wasted, and smiling for everyone all the while.

This movie was beautifully too real.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Achievement Unlocked: The Impossible Parking Space

This story is trivial but seems to be pretty amusing to my Facebook friends so why not. 

It all begins with a negligent, inept, or simply asshole driver. Whichever interpretation works best for you.

Earlier today, I was at the parking lot of Central Rama 2, hawking out legitimate parking spaces - I hate blocking other cars - during the peak hours on a holiday. Then suddenly, I spotted this space. It was pretty much next to the stairs, which would lead me right to the doors of Central. But here's the catch, why it remained unoccupied in an otherwise full and already double-parked lot:
To be honest, I didn't realize this was such a challenge until I started trying. And to be honest, the only reason I didn't give up halfway through when I was like "wait, WTF" was because there were cars waiting for me and I thought following through would take way less time than changing my mind. 

In retrospect, that could have been as stupid of a logic as parking like Mr. Inconsiderate here, but some misplaced sense of confidence got my car to back in perfectly at an angle to fit into this impossible pocket. 
My smooth skills.

And it was only when I turned off the engine and looked at the hairs' width of space between my vehicle and its surroundings that I finally realized that I DID NOT like car next to me. So I took a moment to grab the notepad and pen I keep handy in my car to write a very basic message to the owner of the car. It looked something like this:
I was going for "angry farang", writing it in English and all. #AECyo

Because I took some time before leaving my car, I was privileged with what happened next that would turn this so far mundane incident into one to remember.

The amount of time it took me to write the note to Mr. Inconsiderate was also the amount of time it took for the floor's parking lot attendant to ride his scooter from one corner of the lot to me. When he arrived, he immediately began examining the parameters of my car, in the manners of a car-medic, before looking up and saying to me "you are not ordinary" about 3 times. He then continued to examine my feat, applauding and adding that he had been warning people NOT TO ATTEMPT all morning. 

So that was a major boost for me because I have never really been singled out for my car-skills (though I enjoy driving). Moreover, when I returned to my car two hours later to find Mr. Inconsiderate's car still my neighbor, the same parking lot attendant came to see me again to greet me and just give me a friendly reminder to ease out completely before turning. 

As I did so, I waved goodbye to the enthusiastic attendant and Mr. Inconsiderate's car, and left the lot feeling really good about myself. Who would have thought that I'd ever have such a rush at Central Rama 2. 


Monday, May 18, 2015

Dear Class of 2016+

There are a lot of posts like this out there, but I've written this particularly for university students in Thailand, and even more specifically for the underclassmen in my program who will graduate in a year or 2 or 3. If you happen to be in my graduating class, it would be nice of you to share this with the roon nongs (juniors) you care about, eh hem! Just putting it out there. 

So, here it is goes: 

Dear Class of 2016+, here are the 3 most important things I want you to know about graduating from university that no pretentious alumni seminar is going to tell you :
I feel like in Thai society especially, when you are graduating from undergrad (and from a place like Chula), you are going to feel the heat of adults hounding you about where you're planning to go for Masters right after - and they won't blink until you say the names of several well-known institutions in the UK. But honestly, since when did doing something other than getting your Masters right after your Bachelors - like say, getting a good job, or even just figuring things out - become an unorthodox choice? It was a pain in the butt in my 4th year, the number of times people would not understand why I, straight-A Nitade Chula 47i Mika, was not working on my SOP and scrambling for recommendation letters to enroll to Oxford. I even got this from my own classmates, but I blame the adults who perpetuate this outlook on us. 

Now listen carefully, my dear underclassmen, because I am about to feed you the speech you can give to someone who'll ostracize you for choosing the "divergent" path: Education is valuable, and it also doesn't come cheaply or easily. You should feel like you need further institutional education in order to pursue it. Because it's really not worth it to spend all the money and time listening to lectures for a year or two, if it means squat to you. But imagine this, imagine waiting a few years and realizing exactly what you are lacking in knowledge. I bet at that point, an SOP will just flow right out of you, and I say that's definitely an edge in getting accepted. Moreover, when you get there because it's finally your time, you'll soak up the opportunity way more than if you had gone prematurely.

It's quality over speed. Not everybody feels that they still need institutional education right after they graduate from college, and graduate school is not something you just want to "get over with". 

So when it comes to applying for work after graduating, adults are going to be more proud of you if they recognize the name of the company you've applied to. But this doesn't mean you should only consider those "big-name" companies. I didn't realize this until I started job hunting, but there are many downsides to joining the big boys. First of all, the pay. I'm sure this is important to most, if not all, of you looking to get a job. I mean who doesn't want to be the one in their circle who makes the most $$$? The thing you have to realize, however, is that for the most part, in Thailand at least, size of the company and size of the salary are negatively correlated with each other. 

If you hate math grammar, that means that the bigger the company, the lower the starting salary you're likely to receive. A major reason for this is actually the second con of joining with big-name companies: in their eyes, you are no different than any other fresh graduate they've ever accepted. Okay, some big companies are better than others, but I speak from job hunting experience that there is generally a noticeable difference between the way that big firms treat you and the way that small firms, or start-ups, treat you. Let me explain it illustratively: start-ups will definitely see that you've written that you do martial arts and haiku on your resume. 

I've been in a pretty ugly interview with a reputable big company where, even in subsequent rounds of the interviewing process, they didn't know who I was and couldn't be bothered to look at my GPA and work experiences and so expressed that I was asking for too much for being so "unqualified". #TryingToControlTheOffenseIFeel With start-ups/small companies, on the other hand, when they have a job opening, it's because they really need someone. There's that key word again, need. They also need someone exceptionally capable because everyone pulls their weight and then some in a small company. If you think that feeling valued in a company will greatly influence your performance, then don't be tempted by that big-name company that won't bother to look at your resume. 

The only reason you should join an established big-name company is if the job position they are offering is your dream job. It's as simple as that. (It's also a plus if they're a big company that acts like a small company.) Don't join a big company so that your parents can boast about you to their friends. Don't join because you just got the job, it sounds cool, and whatever. Some of you have already envisioned your ideal career situation for 5 or 10 years in the future. If you think about the absolute necessary steps that it takes to get there, and one of those steps happens to be a certain job at a big company, you should join that big company offering that job. This might mean you won't be that person in your circle who'll reward himself with a Benz after only a few years of working, but maybe by the time that friend of yours buys his Benz, you'll be even happier than him.