Lords of Dogtown (2005)

Rating: ★★★★
Category: Movies
Genre: Drama

The movie “Lords of Dogtown” gives us an inside look to the early days of the phenomenon that is skateboarding as well as the people who were a part of it. The film is not exactly the typical based-on-a-true-story type where the main characters are all portrayed as good-hearted people who think everything is possible for them. It is a coming-of-age story containing real characters with real depth and emotion.

Despite being a period movie, it doesn’t make itself look like one so it’s easier for younger viewers to appreciate the film as it is. However, “Lords of Dogtown” makes use of different filming styles, most especially with scenes that involves skateboarding and surfing. Some scenes were shot as if they were taken from an old 1970’s home video camera while there those that are taken from a camera’s point of view from a rolling skateboard, something that is commonly seen on televised skating competitions such as the X-Games.
Such a way of using two vastly different styles of shooting such scenes seems to mesh perfectly as it sort of balanced out the story.
The color effects give out a cooling mood when watching the movie. Despite being set at a sunny happy California location, the cinematography shows it as bluish and moody. These traits are found to be very complimentary with the kind of storytelling the movie is presenting to the audience: dark yet refreshing, light yet effective.

Music is a central part of the film as they give a representation of the different moods and mindsets of the characters in the movie. The movie don’t seem to rely much on music played during the 1970’s but their choice of alternative/pop-rock songs seems well-fit to the over-all premise of the movie. Many of the songs featured have this certain feel-good vibe, being played whenever the movie is showing the lighter moments of the characters, shown to be at the peak of their youth, where their friendship is at their strongest, and careless innocence remaining intact.

Even as the film came to a close, it left with a positive feel good song continuing to play at the closing seconds of the final scene. Never was there a “sunken feeling” even if not all of the characters were given happy endings, there is always the implication with the way the movie ended that life continues on with these characters as off-screen, they continue to face challenges and triumphs in their lives.

The people behind Lords of Dogtown succeeded on doing a new contemporary take on doing a 1970’s period movie. Never does it feel in its entirety as such nor does it try to be one. The movie succeeded on making a story that took place more than 30 years ago fresh and accessible for many to enjoy watching.

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The CSB Experience 3: “Pasta? Coffee Jelly?”


I’m trying to recall when was Chef’s Station-SDA’s first day of operations. If I didn’t knew any better, the stall’s been up and running since August 14, 2009 which also happened to be the day I got @#@#$#%^*&^%*@ but I see no need to elaborate.

Back to the topic: Fast forward to now, Chef’s Station is finally a go-to place among the sophisticated SDA crowd. Gone however the early days when they had metal tables placd in front to create a “restaurant-esque” which I guess didn’t worked out for the first batch.

Early this term, I found out that Nikko DS is already doing his practicum at the SDA as one of the MWF batch of student chefs who, through sweat and blood, bring world class cuisine on a student-friendly price of Php60. Nikko encouraged me into trying out whatever’s in they’re serving from their menu and I obliged out of our friendship (Arts Club days nga naman ‘no? Hehehe!).

I guess what I like initially was what he described as “Chef’s Station’s bestseller”, the undying  coffee-jelly. At only 20 pesos, I immediately fell in love with this concoction of theirs so thus started my “relationship” with the guys and girls of the said station (Just trying to avoid being redundant).

As the term continue to progress, it seems like I was becoming more of a permanent fixture as a suki to Nikko’s co-interns/co-chefs. Given the obvious connection, the chefs have already memorized my usual choice of food from their menu: Pasta with Ice Tea, and Coffee Jelly. Add to that the greeting I get every time I visit Chef’s Station:

“Hi, Jaime!”/”Jaime!”


Namumukhaan ko na rin ang ilan sa kanila, although I’m a bit weak with memorizing names so I always try to remember their names stitched onto their uniforms. Isa singkit, isa may bigote, isa iyung nakausap ko minsan nung binantay niya iyung cash register, and what I assume to be, their OJT adviser (Smack me if I’m wrong haha).

Some say, “a key to a person’s heart is through his stomach”. But in this case, a key to a person’s stomach, is through the power of coffee jelly”…Haha! Corny I know but that’s what I could help describe the kind of friendship that was built upon my frequent order of pasta and coffee jelly. To show my appreciation, I even brought home from my recent retreat in Tagaytay a pack of piaya. A token for the excellent service they put with the food they serve every hour of every day they’re in SDA.

As tomorrow (Friday March 19, 2010) nears, I am counting down the hours before I could have another fill of pasta and coffee jelly.

Cheers!

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The CSB Experience 3: Those Awkward Conversations

I detest being placed on the hot seat. I was never comfortable answering such personal questions so it’s always better for me just let them go unanswered.

It’s not that I want to lie nor deny but really, it’s really something that I don’t wanna talk much less talking about in public. Don’t try to say that it’s the freakin’ 21st Century already and that today’s generation are liberated and are free to talk about things that weren’t much of a central conversation back when our grandparents were teenagers.

As in any case, I just want to stray away from it because I’m not too keen on being open about it. Don’t say I’m such a killjoy, I only prefer to be it that way.

Not talking about it does not make me less of a man, nor talking such does not make me any more either. If you wanna talk what you wanna talk about then fine, I’ll just sit right there blending in the background.

Cheers! 🙂

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The CSB Experience 3: An Intern for the Rhythm (Late Entry)


The city’s got me running,
but I ain’t losing ground.
The music’s got me hummin’,
moving to the sound.
Metro Manila, like a lover,
you’re always in my heart.
The rhythm rocks me to and fro,
brings me where I want to go.
Move me, move me…
Metro Manila’s 99.5 RT!

Can I just say how happy and speechless I am now knowing that I was able to grab a chance to work for a radio station which have been considered as a living piece of history the industry? Even if it’s been more than a week now since I got “hired”, I still feel the shivering excitement knowing that I will be having my practicum in the legendary 99.5 RT.

Although I’m not exactly working for the station itself, I made myself part of the production team on one of their shows, RT’s flagship chart show the RT30 (short for the RT Top 30). The team is composed of the Inka, the show’s host, her producer, Jose, and her minions of interns (including me).

I don’t exactly know the names of all my other co-interns but I managed to hang on to a couple of names: Clarisa, and Carla (a fellow Benildean). They introduced me to the kind of works they’re engaged in to bring about a good show to present every Friday.

With the nature that my job requires, I have to listen to Top 40 radio  every so often to keep myself updated on everything that’s about music. Doing research about the artists and the songs that are charting on the countdown as well as trying to come up with a script for a 3-hour show that otehr than being informative, must also be set in the language of the station’s target market, the youth (which makes up a majority of RT’s listenership).

Have I mentioned that majority of the production team, including Inka and our producer, are from DLSP schools? (Animo La Salle!)

Although no job is easy. We are in strict compliance with what the station is trying to maintain. Being a station that gets to play potential breakout hits in pop music ahead of the other stations (like Astro Nut’s “As Strong as the Sun”, Owl City’s “Fireflies”, Calvin Harris’ “I’m Not Alone”, to name a few), we are sworn not to reveal to anyone else outside the station the identity of the majority of songs they’re playing. Same goes with having insider knowledge with current chart positions of songs in the RT30 days before the show itself airs.

By this point, I have to really dedicate myself on this line of work. Although the MMA-OJT program calls me to produce an output in time, I’m hoping the higher ups would count the scripts that I’ll be making with the rest of the interns since it is a collective effort coming from all of us.

And I’m hoping I could manage to pick-up what I’ve learned right away.

(Writer’s note: This piece was written way back couple of months ago with the intention of having it published at a later time. A follow-up entry will be put up ASAP)

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Reality and Dreams: Three Manifestations In One Bubble

Dreams, for a long time, have been the center of much research and interpretation. Sometimes, thoughts floating in our minds could manifest themselves in our dreams in the form of everyday objects or even people. That would probably explain the dream I had this weekend.

In the dream, I was in this place which looks more like a control room of a big ship overlooking a nearby room with lots of open windows. As far as I could remember, a sort of get-together was happening.

Meanwhile, I was in the shower taking a bath and right about the time I’m done, some guy who was about to enter a cubicle asked me about some NBA game, I nodded yes. he asked me if I was a Cavs fan, I replied that I’m a Wizards boy, referring to my former “home” team, the Washington Wizards. A couple of old stickers that looks a lot of like what’s posted below is seen hanging above one of the cubicle doors.

I unknowingly left my dirty clothes on a spot beside what looks to be an old working console:


I
have no idea what the heck is that doing but as I was about come to the get-together, I woke up.

The significance of this dream is that I noticed at least three things that seems to coincide with some past events that occurred to me last week.

1. Man talking to me about some NBA stuff-Other than the fact that he’s Caucasian, it seems to represent in the real world about me getting an LSS on the jingle used for BTV’s schedule of NBA games whenever they air it every single day. Kinda annoys me, which might explain why I got annoyed by the guy talking to me in an awkwardly fashion.

2. Old RT stickers-Last Friday, I visited 99.5 RT to inquire about them accepting OJT for RT30. Not only did I finally had the chance to meet THE INKA Magnaye, her producer gave me a couple of 99.5 RT stickers which actually look more like this:

3. Console-This  comes as to no surprise. The day before, I went to DWLL-FM to audition for the station’s student DJ program. But right when I was to record my audio sample, my nervousness took hold and I was stuttering. I tried my best to relax which I managed to achieve when I repeated my adlib on the last 3 minutes of the recorded raw audio footage. Just corssing my dingers that the deliberations would come out on a positive note.

Strange and very coincidental. It’s hard to explain except that the more you think about a certain thing, more often than not, it’ll end up as symbolic apparitions in dreams.

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Before There Was Now

Just this afternoon, I saw while browsing on Facebook, a picture posted by Jeco featuring me, him and the rest of our friends dated exactly a year ago: February 14, 2009.

I tried to recall what all of us were doing on that photo and now I remember what it was all about. A year ago, Jeco gathered all he deemed as worthy for this project he had in school. That was a Saturday, and I was just about done with my 3-hour immersion at Baseco Compound for the week. I got a text from him while I was at Mini-Stop Intramuros reminding me of what was to come. Another text followed when I was in Central Terminal/Arroceros Forest Park, and another when I was already on Monumento.

I was already on the way to our meeting place when I got the call that they’re already on the way so I got off in front of Malabon Citisquare. It a while but before I knew it, Jeco and the guys: Mark, MR, Yoko, Diane and Chamy. I believe there were more whom Jeco invited but weren’t able to come.

We went to Jeco’s place (or what used to be no later than a month after) in Caloocan. I’ve only been there twice, once back when we were high school juniors and the second time was last year.

As the night was still relatively young, we were having a fun time doing Jeco’s litle research. The reason for the gathering was for us to act like critics to his “thumbnails” (commercial advertisements to be exact) and give out comments and suggestions on how he could make them better. And it was all caught on tape, so at least there’s proof that he had his works criticized.

Afterward, we had our friendly bonding time. We chattered about life, school, chismis and Graphiquetee. I had nothing to share much so I just listened hehehe (My life’s boring anyway). I believe this was the first time I got to know on a personal level some of the people there that night: Mark and MR.  I didn’t know them that much when we were in SJA a few years ago but fastforward today, we all have this friendly vibe, being close friends and all.

Seriously, back then I barely knew everyone in my class except maybe for a good third of them (if they’re in the same section as I am ever year). I was also on a disadvantage because almost everyone in the class of 2007 knew each other, most dating back during their years as pre-schoolers in SJA and on nearby schools. Even if I was in St James Academy for a good five years, my only strong connection there was Louie, who, until that fateful day (July 1, 2002), I only get to see every year during Christmas Day when we have our family reunion in Malabon.

Now I feel that it no longer matters if I didn’t knew them since childhood because forging friendships and relationships can happen anytime in your life. And that’s what I did: I managed to establish friendships with people I thought I will never get to talked without saying something that could stutter me. (Actually, I can’t describe what I wanna point out so this is just as close as it could get).

And thus, I bid you a Happy Valentine’s Day, Kung Hei Fat Choi and a merry SAD to all of us.

*Photo courtesy of Jeco Bonzon

😀

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The CSB Experience 3: Third Time’s a Charm

*Image taken from Facebook.com

Back before I came to CSB as a freshman, I made an initial set of goals for me to accomplish before graduating. Among them: Become a part of the school paper, become an orientor for froshes, join the varsity, apply as a student DJ for Campus Aircheck and a lot of fantasies which eventually didn’t come into fruition: I got rejected on the paper, I didn’t make it to the deadline in time,  I was not qualified for the varsity, Campus Radio became Barangay LS, etc.

Then came this really nice opportunity to explore the possibility of applying for the school’s Frosh Orientation Program this summer.  For the past years, I failed to get my butt kick into doing this thing because of factors I cannot control (other than being informed about it a little too late last year). I saw a poster uploaded on facebook which fortunately got picked up by my news feed earlier this morning.

As I’m writing this article, I’m patiently waiting for the guys from the Student Involvement Office (or was it used to be “Office of Student Affairs”, I don’t know..) to furnish me a copy of the application form.

Even if this is the only thing I managed to accomplished out of all the things that I initially want to achieve, I will be happy. I don’t have much time left in the school, with only 3 more trimesters left under my belt (I’m on my 9th term). I want to leave my beloved college knowing I managed to achieve something such as this.

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The Consequence of “Fun”

Something unexpected, something bad. Something that it’s hard to explain but I know it’s never going to be the same. I thought everything’s fine but then again, I though wrong.

Is it the beginning of the end? I sure hope not…Should I take the blame, I can’t really say. How about the person involved, I don’t know what’s running inside his mind. I guess he doesn’t see me much of a friend anymore nor being someone he could trust.

What have I done to deserve getting disconnected by him? Will our friendship return to the same old thing? Is the fall-out that serious?

A simple mistake, a wrongfully-seen act that is easy to forgive and to forget. I know I’m getting paranoid but I don’t want to make enemies out fo friends nor do I was to make enemies to begin with.

Heck, I don’t want to be a burden to him nor I don’t want him to be one to me.

I know I’m asking too much but the moment I sense something is wrong between us, I tried everything that I could to correct what is it to correct. Am I being a bastard? Am I trying hard to get noticed in order for you to react? I can’t help it because something is indeed wrong.

It’s possible that you read this, you may have already have an idea that I’m referring to you but I’m not stopping you to react or bash on me. I probably deserve it. Call me names whatever you want, if that is the only way I could get through to you, to know what’s wrong so that we could fix it.

We may not be that really close a friend but I regard you as one because I owe you a lot. I want to thank you for all the things you did for me, the good things. You’re my role model, simply put.

Punch me in the face so that we could both return to the way we were.

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