Most of all, I’d like to thank me.
Raymond Lee did not thank us in his Urian acceptance speech, the little wretch. After we art-directed him and drafted several acceptance speeches, viz:
“I would like to thank the following people: (say their names). The following people would like to thank me: (Say their names. Hold up trophy, which looks like a metal shaft with a stone (panghilod) at the bottom.) This trophy is for me.”
“I wish to thank Carlo, Noel, and Jessica for nothing. Which in Taoist philosophy means everything.”
“My friends say only a gay person could make such a beautiful film. This is proof that. . .(trail off).”
Fortunately we met the fabulous Mailes Kanapi (she plays Ina Feleo’s friend the hotel chambermaid in Endo, and stars in My Fake American Accent) at the alleged after-party and she said that if she wins an award, we can accept it for her. Then we counted the heterosexual male population at the party, and minus the manager and staff, the total was one.
At the CCP I was approached by a woman who asked me what I thought of the awards night. I said it was long and stretches of it were boring. She looked surprised, so it’s just as well I didn’t tell her that host Butch Francisco’s patter made me wish I owned some high-heeled stilettos so I could hurl them onstage heel-first. Isn’t it unfortunate that critics who can tell you exactly what works in a movie can’t put together a brisk and entertaining awards show? Or at least see that it’s not working out, and job it out to someone who knows what to do? Then the woman said, But you like Hollywood movies better than Tagalog movies. I said No and walked away before she could misinterpret anything else.
Q. Why do people bother to ask questions when they think they already know the answers? A. So they can accuse you of inauthenticity/being antipatika (which I’m not saying I’m not).
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