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...small, hot room in Caloocan city, one of Manila's shoddy suburbs, a 21-year-old man-child perches on a chair and turns the fan up to high. Yellow paint peels from the walls. There is no running water. The bed is a dirty mattress on a steel frame. But enthroned on a makeshift table sits a workstation worthy of a cash-rich start-up. The man leans toward his crisp, new 19-inch monitor and gets down to business. He surfs to the archive of an online florist and peruses someone's recent order for roses, complete with...
Filming begins after sunset, and Timkul has already downed several cans of Heineken, insisting she was so nervous the night before she couldn't sleep. Chung has a few too. It's a miminal set: white walls, rotating ceiling fans, a plain dark wooden bed. Nonzee drapes a mosquito net over the bed and parts it so the camera can watch through a gap. The girls get up from behind the monitor in an adjoining room where Nonzee orchestrates the shots, take a big sigh and get ready to rumble. "Action!" The girls sit erect on the bed, kissing each...
...more who wanted to hang, and everyone sits round the monitor liking what they see. Cigarettes are lit, but nobody's puffing. Cans are open, nobody's drinking. The whole scene takes three minutes but it plays like slow motion. "Cut," cries the director. The girls rush from the bed to the monitor to see the playback, which they view tensely, clearly a little embarrassed...
They go back to bed and do it all over again, although this time Nonzee says he wants the action to be more aggressive, with more of a dominant-and-submissive relationship between the women. Again, the three minute scene seems to go on forever, with Timkul on top of Chung. Then comes a third retake, with the same setup; this time Nonzee prods even more aggressiveness from Timkul. The girls take this on board but seem a little disheartened that the slow, feminine sensuality they envisioned is giving way to flat-out canine thrust. This becomes the final take...
...Fine. He's a conservative. But in this country, now, conservatism without discretion is mere doctrine, and principles without brains or strategy are indistinguishable from stupidity: dead weight. If George W. Bush begins to suffer an ignominious nightly death-by-Leno - the vast middle third of America tucked in bed and laughing derisively at the Homer Simpson in the White House - then Bush is gone...