Vulnerable

I always love watching actors talk about their process, the art of acting, the craft… And this roundtable is about vulnerability. It’s great that Ke Huy Quan set the tone of this interview and it was very apt that it ended with him as well.

But what’s surprising to me is Jeremy Pope. I never knew anything about him before this roundtable but he gave me the most important nugget of wisdom in this episode. He was talking about his conversation with his therapist, telling her about his really high highs and really low lows. He told her, I just want to be steady, in the middle. I just want to be chill, he said. You know what his therapist’s reply was? She likened it to a heart hooked to a monitor.

Jeremy, when you say you want steady, that means you’ve flatlined.”

That struck me. What Jeremy is saying is, life is about the highs and the lows. The moment you remain steady, that means you’re dead. Life is not about avoiding the highs and lows but rather it’s abou confronting a combination of those highs and lows and surviving these.

That was beautiful.

It reminded me of the line in the Googoo Dolls song Iris: “Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive.”

This roundtable brings me back to the documentary about John Cazale, the actor who played Fredo in The Godfather.

I keep coming back to this documentary when I want to feed my soul with the art of acting. This taught me why Fredo, despite his incompetence and disloyalty, you still felt sorry for him instead of being angry or annoyed with him. You feel more sympathy for him than for tough Sonny, when the latter was ambushed and died of multiple gunshot wounds. John Cazale made Fredo vulnerable through his subtle but great acting.

The minutiae. The control. The words that were never spoken but are still palpable as they hang heavily around the scene.

That scene with Michael with Fredo in that armchair, talking about being bypassed by their father, Don Vito Corleone, was an example of how not to overact in a very charged scene. 👌Instead of standing and confront Al Pacino on the same physical level, John Cazale chose to be in that armchair, signifying his degraded status, using it to prop his quivering body that was so tense with repressed anger. Even Francis Ford Coppola said he didn’t know what to expect from John Cazale; he brings his own weapons to the set.

Vulnerability. It’s difficult to portray without overdoing it. It’s the hardest thing to show without dialogues, without the hysterics. It forces the actor to dig within his soul so that the vulnerability is reflected in his eyes, the small shaking of hands, the inflection in the voice.

The instinct of every person in this planet is to hide our vulnerabilities, because in the animal kingdom that would mean life and death or the next meal of a predator. That’s why cats do not show their bellies when they feel unsafe. They curl and hide every part of their bodies. They stuff themselves into the smallest box or hole.

In a way, a lot of artists do that. We hide away and tuck ourselves in some hovel or faraway cottage, to hide our vulnerabilities because we can easily be eviscerated. But then, it is our nature as well to bring out our vulnerabilities in our art—be it in writing, acting, singing, playing an instrument, or painting. We expose ourselves because there is this inexplicable desire to express those: to be seen, read, or heard. Because we can’t forever live inside our heads.

Because we have this need to connect.

Art is a means to connect, be it with other creatures or with the environment. We tell stories to each other. As I wrote yesterday, drawing was a way for me to convey to my friends I was not fine but I couldn’t find the words to tell them that.

Actors become actors because they want to tell a story. Their life experiences are tools that they carry in their sleeves to tell that story, so in a way the actors themselves are lending their personal stories to craft the story.

How I wish I could talk to somebody now about art, on this level, and not just write in on paper.

Top Gun

It was every boy’s fantasy to be part of Top Gun after it was shown some thirty-plus years ago—my brother included. The aerial dog fights and anything about flying jet planes tickled their imagination. So I guess my brother is looking forward to watching Top Gun: Maverick. I also remember a poster of Top Gun Tom Cruise in the old house I grew up in…I asked my older sister why she put that up and she said she can’t remember why 😂 I’m thinking twice if I should brave watching this movie in theaters but this kind of movie should be watched on the big screen. I’m wary of being in enclosed spaces because Covid is still very much with us. One of the reporters in my bureau was reinfected with Covid, two months after of getting it in February. I don’t want to get bogged down by Covid again. It was just a nasty experience.


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THIS!!! Louder for the people at the back!!!

This is the reason why it’s better to completely heal first instead of using another person to “heal”/forget. To basically rebound. You’re still being toxic yourself so it’s gonna be hard to have a healthy relationship with anybody who still carries a lot of baggage.

Some friends don’t understand. It’s not me just holding on to the past; it’s me trying to be healthy first before anything else. I need to learn to completely love myself first before I love another person outside my immediate circle. But I’m not doing this with the goal of meeting a new person. I’m doing this for myself because I OWE it to myself. I’ve been through so much shit and it’s about time I prioritize me.

So right now I’m trying to start my week with good vibes. Like this, a clean workspace to motivate me to be productive on Mondays.

I bought a new desk mat because I’m tired of my mouse pad moving around my table. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

These are the little things I regularly do to love myself and appreciate life again.

Tomorrow I may go to Marikina to look around a pottery maker’s showroom for reasonably priced decorative clay pots and pedestals.

Pink is the color of tomorrow! Photo by CallMeCreation.com

My big roses have started to bloom again. Lots of patience and moving around of pots to learn the optimal sun exposure and watering frequency of these flowering plants. Good things come with patience. You can’t just rush things.

While the world is busy with Ukraine and its effect on each region, Myanmar has been largely ignored these days. The Myanmar central bank suddenly came out with a directive regarding forex:

A Myanmar resident, who asked not to be named for security reasons, expressed concern about being able to access their deposited savings and how much could be withdrawn.

“If we can’t withdraw, everything we earn will be stuck in the bank,” the resident said.

The official central bank exchange rate for the kyat is currently 1,850 per dollar, but this tends to be well below the unofficial black market rate.

Myanmar central bank says FX deposits must be converted into kyat, Nikkei Asia

The country’s economy is spiraling down further. It’s hard to do my reportage remotely when nobody is willing to talk to me, even anonymously.

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Balloons over Bagan, Myanmar. Photo by Boris Ulzibat on Pexels.com

Looking forward to the Holy days next week. Metro Manila will be empty of people eager to go to the provinces as they do their revenge travel. The beaches will be teeming with people. As for me, I’m staying put since I know the provincial roads will be super clogged with SUVs. Maybe the girls and I can go to the Intramuros churches to do visita iglesia and at the same time I can do sketching. We can bring our bikes. We can also bike along Roxas Boulevard, along Manila Bay.

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Manila Cathedral. Photo by Gerald Escamos on Pexels.com

Before that, I still need to help them review for their upcoming tests and I’m giving them some pointers for their music lessons.

My drawing for my girls’ music lesson. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Now I know why I had to go through those rigorous piano lessons and rondalla practices all those years: so I can teach my children music down the road. 🤔 I even had to teach them how to properly write a G clef. One day they will learn how to transcribe music notation on music staff, the least favorite of my duties as a music student 🎹 and glee club member.

After the first batch of their final exams, we will be celebrating the girls’ 11th birthday. I need to order food before everything closes down for the Holy Week.

House of Gucci

The last time I saw a film in theaters was when J and I watched Ip Man 4 in Eastwood. That was two or three days before lockdown last year. I’m still scared of going into tight and enclosed spaces but this movie, House of Gucci, makes me want to forget about Covid.

But I’m not stupid. I’ll just wait for it to be streamed online probably.

There’s something mesmerizing about Lady Gaga here. I’m no fan of hers but she was completely erased here and all I see was Patrizia Reggiani. Jared Leto looked comical in this one but he is not Jared Leto here; he has become a caricature of Paolo Gucci. I love Jared when he leads 30 Seconds to Mars and even I can’t reach his notes. I have yet to see a mature Jared Leto acting. I watched him as a pretty boy in some TV shows and movies during my pre-teen and teeny bopper days.

I just wish I could watch movies in theaters again. Or watch live theater performances without fearing for my life. 😓

Meanwhile…

I saw my curtains move in the middle of the night.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Of course, it has to be a cat. Photo by CallMeCreation.com