Tag Archives: carlo j. caparas

The Ravelos speak

18 Aug

Ang taray ng mga anak ni Mars Ravelo!

Sinong umaapi sa aking tagapaglikha? Sabihin nyo! Sino?

Sinong umaapi sa aking tagapaglikha? Sabihin nyo! Sino?

In response to Manoling Morato’s pagbubuhat ng bangko ni Carlo J. Caparas, the children of Mars Ravelo released a very straightforward statement.

Excerpt:

Mr. Caparas, try to find the exit door from that pseudo world of yours. It’s the only way you can free yourself of all your misery and pain right now. Don’t allow the Christofs in your life to tell you what to think and say. It’s a matter of being able to come to terms with yourself. Truman Burbank found his exit door just in time.

To our father, you can stop turning in your grave now. Tell your friends Tony, Larry and Francisco, it went pffft.

Read full statement at Spot.ph

Why Carlo Caparas shouldn’t be a National Artist

2 Aug

I’m now a fan of Lourd de Veyra’s blog at Spot.ph.  He’s super hilarious and witty, I think I love him na.

His latest is on why Carlo J. Caparas shouldn’t have been conferred the National Artist Award.  Alam mo, Lourd, thank you for writing this since I’m now reminded why I hated those massacre movies and why I think we should all sign this petition.

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Excerpts from Lourd’s blog:

In the ‘90s, his string of dramatizations of sensationally gruesome crime stories may have lowered the bar in terms of directorial incompetence. He was, it seems, employing the pito-pito method at a time when those young Mowelfund geniuses were still fantasizing about big-budgeted Mother Lily productions. It is a well-known industry fact that he shoots without a script, only his pen and yellow pad, as he thinks things up as he goes along. It is after all, his movie. He is, after all credited with story, screenplay, and direction. He is an auteur in the most disastrous sense of the word. The critic Isagani Cruz called his Ang Babaeng Hinugot sa Aking Tadyang “clearly one of the worst films of 1981.” In a review published in Parade magazine, Cruz writes what would become one of the consistent characteristics of a Carlo J. work hitherto: ‘Although Caparas is an extremely successful writer of komiks novels, his screenplay for this film lacks narrative interest, not to mention logical motivation and imaginative insight.”

But it’s not really the only problem. It’s the ineptness of direction and the seeming disregard for the fundamentals of moviemaking that marks a Caparas movie. Perfection and verisimilitude are not something he ambitions to. He concedes to production shortcuts, like thinking he can get away with a shot of theMakati skyline to substitute for Singapore, or the ashes of Pinatubo to simulate the Saudi Arabian desert. A movie set in the post WWII period shows people dressed like they came out of the SM Surplus Shop. Normally outstanding actors give truly embarrassing performances (If you want to see Sharon Cuneta, Joel Torre, Cesar Montano, and Gina Alajar utterly humiliated, I urge you to watch 1995’s The Lilian Velez Story: Till Death Do Us Part. Don’t you just love those subtitles? They complete the rhythmic flow, like 2001: A Space Odyssey or Gloria Macapagal Arroyo: Oh My God, Ang Anak ni Janice! (No such movie yet, but that’s what I’ll do in case I get a Cinemalaya grant).

My favorite Caparas film—and I say this without irony—is Pieta (1983), which starred Vivian Velez and the late, great Ace Vergel in his most intense, bad-to-the-bone performance. But I must reserve a special place in my heart for The Cory Quirino Kidnap (2003), which is so transcendentally bad it approaches the territory of genius. Ara Mina plays the famous socialite. Here the supposed North Forbes diction smokes like hell: “Yes, I wuz keeeednap!” Memorable scenes: slow motion shot of Ara a la shampoo commercial, and when she turns her head to face the camera she becomes…. the real Cory Quirino. Plus, the ending: the rescue sequence where the heavens part to the grandiose rhythms of Handel’s Messiah. With special effects that seemed to have been made with laundry chemicals and discount-store crayola.

Read Lourd’s full blog entry here.

Now, are you convinced?  So let’s all sign this petition. Now na!  Otherwise…

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Nag-aamok na ang mga artist

1 Aug

If you consider yourself an artist, then you should feel insulted that the highest award conferred to people of the arts has been touched by GMA’s “dagdag-bawas.”

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I have nothing against the talents or whatever contributions of the Singit National Artists ni Gloria (or SNAGs) to the arts.  In fact, I just might defend them from people who are belittling their bodies of work just because they’re known for producing masa art.

In the case of Carlo J. Caparas, though I really find his massacre films chaka and an exploitation of the lives of individuals just to make money, it cannot be said that he is not a passionate artist in his own right.  The masses loved and supported the comic characters he created and may have found meaning in them.  Same goes for all the writers, directors, artists who come up with popular literature, TV shows, films, etc.  Say writers of Tagalog romance novels, for example.  Just because their works have become popular among the masses doesn’t mean they don’t deserve any meritorious award.  Art shouldn’t be hard to get, you know.  Nor should it have limits to its purpose and meaning.

What I find appalling in the recent conferring of awards is the rampant disregard of the choices of the committee tasked to nominate and review the nominees.  Para que pa, di ba?  And the most nakakasuka of all is awarding the Order of the National Artist to Cecile Guidote-Alvarez, who is as y’all know, the head of the National Commission for Culture and the Arts, the agency jointly tasked with the Cultural Center of the Philippines to administer the awards.

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Parang promo ‘yan ng SM para manalo ng brand new car.  It would be preposterous and highly suspicious if, all of a sudden, Henry Sy wins the Toyota car.  Kahit nga SM saleslady na nakatayo maghapon in heels eh disqualified to join dahil employee sila ng SM.

There is no question that Cecile Guidote-Alvarez may be qualified to receive such an award for all her efforts to promote the Philippine theater arts.  But she’s got to wait for the right time to receive it.  Because who wants a tainted award, right?  Ayan, naalala ko tuloy bigla si Viveka Babajee na model-model na ngayon.

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If I were one of the SNAGs, specifically Cecile Guidote-Alvarez, I will NOT receive the award, no matter if I think I deserve it.  Delicadeza and my utter respect for other artists who have received or should have received the National Artists Awards call for it.

See what other artists are saying.

Magtatampo si Mars Ravelo

30 Jul

As y’all know, Carlo J. Caparas was conferred the National Artist Award for Visual Arts and Film.

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Though I believe that art is subjective and have nothing against Carlo J. – except that I really, really hate his cap, hair, shades, and jacket – I think lang may isang grupo na susugod sa Malacanang para pagpaliwanagin si Gloria, lalo na’t may mga balitang apat na awardee ang isiningit niya.

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These guys are powerful, you know.   Gloria better get ready.

Mars Ravelo

Mars Ravelo

And as for Francisco Coching, the long-forgotten master of Pinoy komiks, gusto niyang ipatanong kung kelan daw siya maku-consider.  Unfair na kasi, eh.

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Kami naman, agree kami sa alternative list ni Lourd de Veyra.