The Sunbaked King

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100 posts in 100 words.

I’ve gone a long way, and there’s no sign of stopping.

I will never tire of writing.

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Death Race

BEHIND THE LINE

Death Race

Jason Statham

On one sunny day in 1991, my father arrived home from his oath-taking in Manila, carrying with him a big box. I thought the box contained a pair of shoes; the size was just about right. When the plastic bag was placed aside and the package revealed, my eyes almost popped out from their sockets. It was a stunning, high-tech, top-of-the-line… Family Computer. 

Over the next few weeks, Mario became my best friend. I guided him across infinitely deep gorges, helped him avoid the fiery fury of King Koopa, prompted him to step on that turtle in Stage 3 a hundred times so that he can gain a hundred lives, and consoled him when he was met, not by the Princess, but by that annoying mushroom seven freaking times. When he jumped, my joystick jumped. When he tiptoed across narrow cliffs, my toes curled. When he died, I kicked the computer away. (Kidding.)

The fantastical thought has crossed my mind several times. How it would feel like to be inside Mario’s World? Would it be just as fun? Or would the prospect of an incoming bullet (with a maniacal smile, no less) be actually dangerous? Death Race tells us that no, it wouldn’t be fun at all, but it would be one hell of a successful marketing strategy.

Death Race presents a world where the US is no longer the superpower, criminals roam the land, and private corporations gain profit from managing prison establishments. One of the many ways by which they do this is through TV (or maybe TiVo) subscriptions from rabid fans of the Death Race. With this one sensational concept, the movie provides a commentary on the extremes of capitalism, the addiction of people to reality TV, and the regression of a nation to its dark, bloodthirsty ways, all without appearing preachy or boring.

Boring, in fact, is one word I will not use to describe the movie. Boring is not a term I will use to describe Mario Kart in Time Zone, boring is not a term I will use to describe Need for Speed, boring is not a term I will use to describe Gran Turismo. The Race, which is a cross between a reality TV show and a video game, is a vivid spectacle of gunfire, gore, and machinery. With a respectable action star at the wheel (Statham), the result is a fast-paced film that will make you reach for that invisible joystick pad in front of you.

For $99, Stage 1 of the Death Race is worth every penny. For P170, Death Race is worth every cent.

Filed under: Cinema, Gadgetry, The Couch Potato

This is Ridiculous: The iPhone 3G Scandal

I’ve been wanting to buy the iPhone since I first viewed the commercial for it way back last year. Simply put, I was amazed. The product remains true to the Apple brand: intuitive and sleek, without sacrificing on the functionality and vastness of the features. Needless to say, my eyes were set on buying the nifty little thing. However, since the gadget wasn’t available here yet, I decided to hold out on spending and stuck with my Samsung D900 phone, instead. (Which has served me tremendously well, by the way.)

Imagine my excitement when Globe Telecoms announced that it was getting the rights to release the iPhone later this year. Said excitement escalated when I learned two things: 1) the iPhone was going to be released with 3G capability and 2) Apple was selling it for half the price of the original. 

But now, this.

Are you FREAKING insane?! The 8 GB variant of the iPhone 3G sells for $199. That’s roughly P10,000, even less. Of course, conversions are always a tricky thing; one should never convert. So I expected Globe to do a gigantic mark-up, like say, P20,000. Or if they’re really wanting to milk the demand for all its worth, maybe until P30,000. But P40,000+? This is ridiculous.

With a single price, Globe has managed to betray Steve Jobs’s vision and its own. P40,000 won’t make Apple accessible to each Filipino consumer. P40,000 won’t “make great things possible.” P40,000 won’t make us “tight.” P40,000 will make you poor, will make you shake your head in disappointment, will make you seethe in rage, and will make you spend around an hour composing a blog entry to convey said poverty, disappointment, and rage.

Bad move, Globe.

Filed under: Gadgetry