Nothing salacious. Nothing prurient as the other mouth of the chlamy-proud
attests to a movie where she is supposedly ecstatic to be part of . Of course, inserting risque scenes in a
totally absurd titled flick would be merely redundant. Without having to bat a limpy eyelash, it
quite is screamy for comfort to see a film produced by one of largest syndicated
network in the world. Isn't it enough
that they are quite successful to serve mediocrity into our gullible tribe? Actually, the THREE X'S are as follows:
X...1. The concept. Ever since I got wind of the fact that when a
man is found to have an extramarital affair; the woman [or whatever] is
labelled as 'mistress'. It is a gracious
tag that comes with a lot of linkages to anything but positive. So why teach them ETIQUETTE? It is enough
that they are what they are and act as to how they deem is perfect for any
situation. Teaching them etiquette or
manners or what-have-you would entirely spoil the excitement; if they subscribe
to it. I understand also that it is
loosely based on Julie Yap Daza's book that nobody has heard of until now. The concept is totally X or wrong in real
time. It is of 'ukay-ukay' quality. Nothing interesting and for any reason it is
to elevate and patronage kept women to a pretentious status. Come to count your pubics before you tire
yourself to watch such pussy-shitty film and end up evangelizing a state where
a woman shares a marital bed. We've had so
many outings like this, one is RELASYON where Vilma shared Christopher with his
wife and heart attack. What else is new?
X!
X...2. Basing on the trailer , the
movie is a blabbery of what should or not to think while enjoying borrowed
coitus. A bombardment of generic facts
regarding the perils and do and don'ts once you cretinously realize that you
are a mistress. For one, kabits [lemme
use this word profusely], are numb from the very start of the relationship
. The alibi that 'I was not aware he was
married' ; 'I fell in love with him and it was too late, he was married na pala'
are so dumb. Women have this intuition
and I do not take these excuses lightly. Most have confessed that they knew oh
so all along that she was merely going to be a hitchhiker. Unless obliquely , goobledygooky stupid :
perhaps. But again, playing the game is
not talking about it. There's this
character painted as obnoxious who acts as Miss Konsensya, always there to
philosophize, trivialize, obstrasize, kilometric lines of
god-knows-which-and-whose-baul it came from.
The sadder part is that this Miss Konsensya is frozen ham... even doing
horror she manages to be all so high with salicylic acid among other
preservatives. Her being there makes it
all more an X. To this day we can still
colorfully imagine her rotten australia... down there.
X... 3. Like kabaklaan, there is always
a kabit in the neighborhood. We even had
a president who had almost 2 dozens of ... what else, KABIT! We basically pity the nice ones, those who make
extra effort to chat about the weather; and loathe the proud ones; with prayers
na sana the real wife will make lusob.
There is really nothing to it.
But then, is this a ploy to glamourize and aerate the better vajayjays
as they say. If you try harder to go
deeper into the wilderness of a menage-a-trois [ or with the ex-president,
menage-a-monde] , you will totally find out that like people, their story vary;
some have similarities but there is always a unique factor with every one. Some are really the 'real' girlfriends until
the guy played a bit and got pikot; or after so many years, a girl's crush
reappears and kesehodang he is married she wants to taste his stick; or it just
happened two people were lonely and an indiscretion felt good so there. A waste of time and precious man-hours gone
to crap is all that this movie is all about.
But then, if you feel you are a fan of mediocrity, go ahead... marinate
more!
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