Tobie and I saw Nacho Libre yesterday, and Lady In The Water today. Both are pretty much on opposite sides of the IQ spectrum, but it really depends on your expectations. I loved them both. (Plus I love tobie, but i don't want to be repeating myself.)
Ok. Nacho Libre... What's not to love? Oily masked men wrestling, doe eyed long haired goddess-bodied nuns, fat orphans and Jack Black as a monk. It even has our hero breaking into song! Muchas Gracias. We got in late though and missed the entire first part. How sad. But Jack Black in a faux Espanol accent and a moustache. Sigh.
I'll leave tobie to review lady in the water. It was fantastic, really. Except that i was sitting next to a couple who decided to discuss the merits of the last LRT station at baclaran and to ponder on the meaning of it's existence. Tobie was tempted to shut them up, too. I ended up "accidentally" kneeing the girl in the butt as they squeezed past us to get to the aisle. I am an evil panda. Sigh.
Tobie. I love you. Nyarks.
And people, I want to watch Cinemalaya. You guys wanna come with?