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JUST
when we thought he had fallen off the social radar,
Brian Gorrell is back with a vengeance. Well, not that
vengeance, which is what has made him a sort of hero of
the oppressed, but simply with a new look for his
much-read six-month-old blog.
He
recounted how in 48 hours—the time he needed to cleanse
his blog—about 800 mails flooded his inbox, no doubt
asking whatever happened.
Well,
what happened was, for one, he got rid of what he calls
“hideous ads,” which he said he’ll only allow to be
posted again if they will be redesigned to his taste. He
added that he’ll be of help if the advertisers agree to
redesign them, free of charge.
Indeed,
the blog has morphed into something more powerful than
any advertiser, capitalist, fearless columnist or
investigative reporter in the Philippine Islands. Then
again, when we say fearless media people, we can count
them with our fingers in one hand.
Gorrell’s blog, with its 500 posts of exposés, has
become the outlet of legions of people who, at one point
or another, have been oppressed, fooled, abused and
taken advantage of by the deceptively mighty, rich and
powerful.
And
don’t we just love to see how social hypocrites fall
from the pedestals they created out of opportunism and
false sense of reality?
It’s a
never-ending sentiment, or what the late President
Manuel Quezon called “the fight against social
injustice.” In our case, though, it’s sosyal
injustice.
It’s the
same cause that the 10-year-old jazz-punk rock-spoken
word outfit, Radioactive Sago Project, continues to
fight for, thus, the title of their last album:
Tanginamo ang Daming Nagugutom sa Mundo, Fashionista Ka
Pa Rin.
The sad
thing is, despite the exposés and revelations, more
people, especially the young and clueless ones, aspire
to lead the life not unlike the subjects of Gorrell’s
blog.
Be that
as it may, at least someone’s brave enough to tell the
true life stories that were once spoken only in
hush-hush tones, stories that made authentic
socialite-editor-writer Kitty Go an overnight sensation.
Needless to say, her wicked exposés on the fabulously
ugly truths about the very same people that populate
Gorrell’s blog have made her a social pariah now living
out of the country.
During
the Spanish times, there were the writers and
revolutionaries who grouped themselves to fight the
oppressors and conquerors. They called it the Propaganda
Movement.
Nowadays, in the suffocating biosphere that is
Philippine high society, at least we have Team Brian.
Revenge of the Baron
BEER
lover and character actor Baron Geisler is proof that
there’s still life after, well, the battle with the
bottle.
Hounded
by controversies, mostly caused by his alcohol-induced
problems, Geisler has been in the news lately not
because of his tussles with the law or anyone. A few
weeks ago, he won the Cinemalaya Best Actor award for
portraying a gay character in the independent film Jay,
which, as of press time, is said to have been invited to
the Venice Film Festival as an exhibition film.
Now,
Geisler stars in the Maryo de los Reyes opus Torotot.
He plays a cuckold husband to Maui Taylor’s character.
Having someone like de los Reyes tapping an actor for
his film is something else. No doubt, Geisler is a very
good actor.
If only
he can handle his drinking, Geisler will surely reach
middle age with the status of those of prize-winning
versatile masters like Joel Torre, Bembol Roco and
Ronnie Lazaro. These guys can be anyone you want them to
be on-screen. They can be the most despicable villain or
the most pitiful beggar, the mad rapist or doting
father, the gay beautician or the macho carpenter.
But,
unlike Geisler, they have mastered the art of getting
out of the dark characters they play. They go home as
simple husbands and fathers, with simple pleasures and
wants, like perhaps a delicious dinner.
Behind
the camera, they get high without the help of alcohol.
And such
example of how not to overdo the acting life goes to all
the young actors who want to stay long in the business.
By actors, we mean those who can act like Geisler, not
the cute and hopelessly pa-cute who are on top of the
game only because they’re scions of old show-biz
families, or they’ve been under the care of a powerful
producer-showbiz columnist-talent manager. |