So apparently there's a meteor shower going on outside.
Iggs and I did stay outside for about 5 minutes. Then we got bored and stiff neck. So we went back inside the house. It's too bright to see the night sky anyway. That's the problem with living in Manila. The whole place is always lit up. We're so entertained by shiny billboards, lamposts and signages that we forget to look up and watch Orion.
In the 5 minutes we spent outside waiting for the sky to start falling, I unfortunately remembered the movie I just recently saw. 2012. Sure, that makes no absolute sense given it's in another movie that a big fat asteroid destroyed the Earth.
But man, 2012, that was a bad movie. Okay, it's not that bad. The effects were amazing. If I'd been one of the thousands stuck on the roof of their house during typhoon Ondoy, I wouldn't watch this movie. I'd probably start crawling under the seats at the sight of a giant wave conquering the Himalayas. I'd probably pee my pants watching Washington get swallowed by the ocean.
My friend and I concluded that the Philippines would probably be one of the first countries to be wiped out if the galactic alignment which would somehow cause continents to shift and destroy cities, happened.
My problem with the movie was one, it was too long. How many times do we need to see cities destroyed. Yes we get it, the world is ending. And in every possible way. Great floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, glaciers, tsunamis. You name it, this movie's got it. What, no frogs falling from the sky?
The movie is so saturated with destruction that you eventually get to a point when you actually wish for the earth to open up and swallow you whole so that this movie would end.
Then there are the speeches. Director, Roland Emmerich, does not only have a fetish for destroying the world (he also directed Independence Day and The Day After Tomorrow.) He's also a fan of long, cliche laden speeches. My gulay, how can all these people have time to talk about their love for their mothers, the greatness of human sacrifice and the resilience of the human spirit, when the whole state of California has just disappeared from right under your feet.
The cast was okay. Everyone did what was expected of them - scream and run for their lives, hold hands, and look frightened. And yes, John Cusack must have been a cockroach in his former life. He just won't die. Man, that's one lucky guy - getting to ride two planes to take him to China, while Las Vegas burns and the Vatican falls, and finding a ride in the middle of the Himalayas, the driver of which just happens to , tadaaa!!, have a way of getting them on board the only ship that could withstand Earth's destruction.
And the ending, what can I say? Africa's the place to be. Let's go I want to see the giraffes!
I give this movie a c+
Oh the stars might have started falling already. See you.
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