In the Philippines, watching movies is an investment. You take a cab, you go to a (preferably) comfortable and safe movie theater where the aircon is working and there is no chance of bed bugs lurking in the seats and you pay for food. Movies here in Manila cost PHP230 (about USD5) and that’s just the regular showing. Movies like blockbuster hits in the same vein as Iron Man, Superman and The Avengers would cost somewhere between PHP250 to PHP280–and that’s already saying a lot. And because I am the kind of chick who wastes her time reading critics reviews (from Variety, NY Times and even Buzzfeed), I tend to lose interest in a movie as soon as I see a bad review. So unless it’s one of the superhero movies mentioned above or anything about Harry Potter, I’d rather stay home and wait until the damned movie is shown in free TV.
So, it’s a nice surprise when the Hubby brought me on a date just to watch “The Wolf of Wall Street” — arguably one of the best movies that came out this year.
If I were a member of the Academy, I would get up my chair and hand Leonardo DiCaprio the Oscar trophy NOW. He is that awesome. Sometimes, I forget that he is an actor and all the things he did in the movie is part of a script. More aptly, sourced from the book of the same name, written by the same guy who is the subject of the film, Jordan Belfort.
“The Wolf of Wall Street” is a cautionary tale against greed and excess: money, drugs, sex (along with the tits and the other parts that go with it). The debauchery and madness happening within the office will put Littlefinger’s whore house to shame. Jonah Hill is also amazing in a creepy sort-a way and has more chemistry with Leonardo Di Caprio than the woman who played her mistress-turned-white, Naomi.
As usual, the direction was flawless and the shots really good. After all, the movie has Marty Scorsese on its helm. It made me more intrigued about the world of stock trading — something I have been meaning to study for a long time, as part of my planned long term investments. The movie was able to showcase how scary and exciting life maybe on the stock trading floor.
Now that the award season is upon us, I am more than excited to see if “the Wolf of Wall Street will take a sweep of the Oscars. To fair, I need to see some more movies for comparison–like American Hustle was said tob be good, plus I also want to see the one about Walt Disney (one of my personal idols) featuring Tom Hanks. If only movies were of this calibre all the time, they I do not have any need to shun going to movie houses after all.
My post today is dedicated to my sister, The Queen and is inspired by one of the most prolific young actors who ever lived, Brad Renfro. This came about when I chanced upon The Queen watching a (lesser known) Renfro film called Deuces Wild and we fell into discussing on how talented Brad was, and how was it a shame that he died young.
Anyway, I digress.
Back in 1995, I was a zit-filled teenager whose allowance go to the purchase of Bop!, Tiger Beat and BB Magazines at the old magazine stand in Glorietta. Getting good grades then meant only three things: my choice of Sweet Valley Kids/ Sweet Valley Teens pocketbook (I hated the Sweet Valley High series because Jessica Wakefield’s slutty ways depresses me no end, and please don’t get me started on Sweet Valley U. enid schenid); shopping spree with Mom and the Queen at the old Landmark, with matching Greenwich blowout at the old food court and lastly, additional money to buy the month’s edition of Bop!, BB or Tiger Beat containing oodles and oodles of pictures of the CUTEST actors of that time. (Yes, there was a time that I was not obsessed with anything Nihon)
And when we say, CUTEST…we do mean CUTEST….we’re talking Leonardo Di Caprio, Jonathan Brandis, Edward Furlong, Devon Sawa, Jonathan Jackson, Joshua Jackson, (my personal favorite) Vincent Kartheiser and of course, the aforementioned Brad Renfro (my sister’s first love).These boys ruled the pages of teen magazines in the late 80s until mid 90s. Their mug was also the wallpaper of the bedroom I shared with my sister, a product of stacks and stacks of Bop! bought–thanks to good grades and high exam scores.
(I remember I have an annoying classmate back in HS who kept calling Leonardo Di Caprio as Leonardo De Carpio. She kept on saying “De Carpio, De Carpio” until I couldn’t take it much longer and had to snap: it’s effing Di Caprio Yes, at 15, I was already a b*tch)
Save for Leonardo di Caprio (now an award winning actor and part of Hollywood elite), Vincent Kartheiser (now part of the Emmy award-winning Mad Men) and Joshua Jackson (now with Fringe) , all of these men were now footnotes on the great list of teen idols and heart throbs that were pined over by prepubescent and teenage girls many years over. The latest incarnation of which is the adorable, squeaky-voiced, Usher-protege Justin Bieber.
The heartbreaking part, for any young fan (then), was how these boys turned out to be. These young men shone like meteors, gracing the fandom with their beauty and their wit, their roles and their talent. They shone so brightly at their peak, full of promises and potential. During the 90s, it seemed like all were destined for greatness. Their faces–pretty at that time–showed it has yet to meet its full potential for hotness.
That is before LIFE came into the picture. Some were not able to say “no” to the temptations brought by alcohol and drugs, or escaped the clutches of depression brought about by their waning fame or the lack of other projects. Sometimes, it was too heartbreaking to even see a news (from TMZ or Perez Hilton) about a former teen heart throb falling into the usual statistics of former child stars turned tabloid fodder.
Jonathan Brandis took his own life in 2003. Jonathan Jackson remains much a part of the indie scene. Devon Sawa remains active on film and TV, his face but a shadow of his pretty mug back then. And Edward Furlong — where do I even begin with his troubles?
And Brad Renfro — which is the point of this post, really — died due to heroin overdose in 2008, leaving behind a son Yamato who lives with his mom in Japan.
Brad Renfro had the intensity, talent and the potential than any of the actors mentioned above–maybe as talented as Leo Di Caprio who was able to transform from teen heart throb to celebrated actor. His turn on his debut movie, The Client, was both raw and heart-tugging; he was prettiest at The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and he was simply evil (and great) at Apt Pupil. His was a life full of potential and promises, yet truly damaged by drug addiction.
He was arrested on an undercover drug sting, where his picture, showing him in handcuffs, appeared in the front pages of the Los Angeles Times. Even as a young man then, he was troubled, always on the edge, reveling on news of arrests due to DUI and drugs.
His death in 2008 due to acute heroin/morphine intoxication was mourned by his fans and his loved ones. On the day he died, my sister, The Queen was truly sad, mourning the passing of the person who accompanied her into adulthood. Once a while, even to this day, you would see The Queen watching his old movies, basking on the glow of her fallen idol. She would still buy Butterfingers and would attempt to cook them via microwave, just like any real Brad Renfro fan would. (If you’re a Brad Renfro fan you’ll recognize this scene from one of his movies).
Brad Renfro was truly like a meteor. He passed by this earth real quick, blessing us with his beauty and talent only to disappear into the darkness–just as fast as he first appeared.