Stuntmen/Women Are Not “Shadows”

After reading the article on the internet about the complaint of Natalie Portman’s double, ballerina Sarah Lane, in the movie “Black Swan” and read the negative comments about her, I couldn’t help but sympathize with Sarah Lane. How would you feel if you’re not given credit for all the hard works you’ve done just so the other person, in this case Natalie Portman, could take credit for your hard work and all the expertise you had shown in the project that you mastered for years? And how would you feel if you’re told to shut up about your contribution to the project just so the other person could pretend that it only takes a short time to master your craft? It’s adding salt to injury for an honest and hard working artist! I’m not saying that Natalie Portman is not an honest and hard working artist, but since she actually tried to take credit for Sarah Lane’s hard work by not mentioning Sarah Lane’s name when she accepted the award, well, it’s up to you, reader, to decide if you could call what Natalie Portman did “honest”. I think the ones who made negative comments about Sarah Lane, just because Sarah Lane voiced out how she felt that her part in the movie was never mentioned, don’t value other people’s hard work and obviously have no respect for other people. Just because doubles don’t get mentioned doesn’t mean that it should be that way! I think it’s time for doubles to get mentioned and the hard works they had contributed. They may have accepted the part to be “someone else’s shadow” like one of the commenter’s put it, but that doesn’t mean that doubles are shadows! Stuntmen/women are people and they should be recognized for their talents. They’re professionals and should be treated as such. They shouldn’t be exploited like they don’t know their rights. It’s unfair of Natalie Portman to not mention her double’s name and the efforts her double made to make the movie more interesting. I mean, come on, give credit where credit is due. Personally, I don’t find “Black Swan” interesting. I don’t even think it deserves an award and I know for certain that I’m not the only one who thinks that way. One of the people who worked behind the movie, “Lord of the Rings”, said that if it was up to him the movie, “Black Swan”, wouldn’t even be made.

To those who haven’t yet read the article, here’s the link:
http://blog.movies.yahoo.com/blog/1000-natalie-portman-slammed-by-her-black-swan-dance-double

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“What’s your fondest memory of your dad?”

To my surprise, a very dear friend suddenly asked me that question. I was caught off-guard. But it’s really a good question. Strangely enough, I have never given it much thought until I heard that question. It took me a moment of pause before I could answer. I was thinking of good memories with my dad. I was surprised to realize that, somehow, I have enough good memories about him. It’s been years already since my dad passed away and whenever I think about him, I always wish he’s still alive. My dad, when he was alive, is always busy. He leaves home early and comes home late. We don’t get to see him that much until he got sick and was forced to stay home. That’s when I got enough time to talk to my dad. I saw him crying once. He told me that my mom was mad at him. He upset my mom and it upset him that my mom was mad at him.  He didn’t like arguments. I remember one time when my youngest sister and I had a quarrel; our dad called us both and tried to remind us of the line in The Lord’s Prayer: “And forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sinned against us…” My dad never wanted to see us quarreling with each other. My dad, in his own way, was very kind – a good person, I must say. I had a dog that I raised when I was eight-years-old. I personally looked after my dog since he’s a puppy and I spoiled him. One day, on my way home from school, I received the news from a kid who’s playing in the streets that my dog is dead. I was in disbelief. At first, I thought the kid was joking, but I saw in his face that he isn’t (‘and where would that joke come from if it’s really a joke?’ I thought at the back of my head as I ran home). I didn’t want to believe it because I had just seen my dog earlier that morning before I left for school. I hurried home, with a growing fear and anxiety building inside me, to confirm it. I remember being scared to know the real answer, but I put on a brave act and tried to smile as I asked my mom, looking her straight in the eye: “Is my dog really dead?” Then, to my horror, she said “Yes”. My dad was there, but I didn’t look at him. After hearing my mom’s reply, I could no longer keep the brave act so I ran to our room that I shared with my mom and dad. I was so upset. I was crying my heart out when I noticed my mom followed me, then my dad. I learned later on that it was my dad who asked my mom to follow me to see if I’m alright. (If in case people are wondering why my dad needed to ask my mom to follow and comfort me, I must explain that we are not emotionally showy people, so we might seem cold to other people that are observing from a distance, but we care about each other just like normal family do.) As to the whereabouts of my dog’s body when he died, my mom told me she gave it to the drunkards who asked for it. The drunkards ate my dog. My mom explained to me later on that she gave my dog’s body to the drunkards because she’s afraid that other animals would dig my dog’s grave if I request to have my dog be buried in our backyard. Yes, my mom is practical that way. I didn’t see my dog’s body. Maybe it’s for the best. My dad tried to comfort me by lending to me his Walkman. The Walkman was my dad’s favorite gadget, so I really appreciated his gesture. Those are some of my fondest memories of my dad. It’s my regret that I didn’t even tell my dad how much I appreciate him. Well, I really wished I realized how much I appreciate him long before he passed away. I hope now he knows. I miss my dad; I really miss him a lot.

Updating Blog

I know I haven’t updated my blog for so long even though lots of things had happened in my life.  And even though I promised myself that I will begin updating my blog months ago, I didn’t.  I have so many things going on in my head that I don’t know how to put them into words, actually. But now I think I should. Thanks to the people who subscribed to my blog, by the way. I didn’t expect it. But it’s a pleasant surprise. Again, thank you very much. I hope I won’t bore you.

Until my next post.

Yours truly,

Me