Repost from 02/03/09:
Nagsimula akong i-decipher ang whereabouts of The Ram's needs according to Maslow's hierarchy and I'd say he's somewhere stuck between self-transcendence and aesthetics, not that he needed one, I mean, the aesthetics, haha, maybe around esteem, yeah.
I truly felt sorry for the circumstances of The Ram, and that bitter melancholic taste left is remarkably fulfilling. And not only do you empathize with one character, but you find yourself having bitterness with Marisa's stripping character as well. (Hubba.. hubba..)
I love the movie being tight of budget and all, it makes the whole experience more easier rather than being over-the-top realistic. Plus, the whole camera film capturing and following The Ram anywhere he goes na para bang they're some sort of invisible paparazzi shits trying to sulk out each and everything about the man, awesome.
It doesn't demand to be a wrestling fan in order to relate. Here, in effect, lies the failure of norms, as I, all my life, stood to testify for. Mahirap bitawan ang mga bagay na saan ka masaya kahit na alam mong ikakasira ng anumang relasyon ng mga malalapit sa inyong puso.
Cheesy fuck. What the hell am I talking about?! Hahaha!
Check out the movie. It's a slow rush, I tell you.
Overall: 5/5
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