Zing…Zing A Zong

This is it. No sophomore jinx, the follow-up album to “The Zinger And His Zongs” is finally here: “Zing…Zing A Zong”.

It’s got all the smash hits like “Gusto Ko Toyo” and the worldwide phenomenon, “Neck Neck Mo”! Now available EXCLUSIVELY on chicogarcia.wordpress.com!

Album Title: “Zing…Zing A Zong”

“Wiwi”

http://www.mediafire.com/?l3a4yotxdrsukbm

“Wsss…wsss…I want to wiwi already

But it’s traffic

along EDSA

I want to wiwi in my Coleman

If I could”

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“Robot”

http://www.mediafire.com/?atv7y4u897va332

“Robot

I feel sometimes like a robot

Like my heart is made of heavy metal (Rock on!)

I wanna be flexible like Rubber Man

But instead I’m a robot

I feel like a robot

That’s it…yeah”

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“The Bird Song”

http://www.mediafire.com/?nmu9mk9p6194i2s

“Everytime I see you I get goosebumps…goosebumps

Everytime I see you I fall in love…like a dove

Everytime I see you I feel chicken…buck buck baguck

Everytime I see you I get big bird…big bird”

———-

“Gusto Ko Toyo”

http://www.mediafire.com/?rajqz22pb7z7c85

“Gusto ko toyo, gusto ko toyo

I hate vinegar

Gusto ko toyo, gusto ko toyo

I really hate vinegar

Vinegar is sour, like your disposition

Toyo is salty, like the tears I shed for you

Gusto ko toyo, gusto ko toyo

This song I dedicate toyo”

———-

“Neck Neck Mo”

http://www.mediafire.com/?vscxb49z0783p9l

“I am a vampire

I wanna suck suck suck your blood

Don’t try to kill me

By saksak with a stake

Neck neck mo, neck neck mo

I say, neck neck mo, neck neck mo

I am a vampire

I wanna suck suck suck your blood”

———-

“Brilliant. Genius. Chico.”

And for those who can’t seem to download the .aif files, here are the m4a versions of the zongs from the first album. These should work well with your iPods.

“Dangerous Thoughts”

http://www.mediafire.com/?gbiov71dooq71yl

“Lambing Ng Kambing”

http://www.mediafire.com/?6t6c6ktzl2ky3wj

“Love Me”

http://www.mediafire.com/?b2w38lc3klqkycg

“Pepper Crusher”

http://www.mediafire.com/?20o00lc0yubmlds

“Naughty Monkey”

http://www.mediafire.com/?zp5ozs18sdqy0jr

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Top Ten Things To Say To Someone Who’s Flirting With Your Partner

Boy, do I know how this feels. It’s tough when the one you love is swarmed by “applicants”. But technically though, this is between you and the one you love. The others are just checking out their chances. It’s you two who exchanged vows to commit to each other. So don’t hate on the wannabes, just make sure your heart’s caretaker can be trusted.

October 23, 2009 → The Top Ten Things To Say To Someone Who’s Flirting With Your Partner

1. ThePusher – “Ang palay na lumalapit sa manok ko, ginagawa kong pinipig.”
2. Idea Flurry – “Hindi new product ang boyfriend ko, walang free taste.”
3. Lacrimosa – “Makuha ka sa isang tingin, bitch.”
4. Mr. Miser – “Ang kay Pedro, kay Pedro. Ang kay Juan, kay Juan.”
5. Doraemon – “Sorry, hindi siya pumapatol sa pangit.”
6. Gracia – “Sorry ka, hindi na siya nakukuha sa rubber shoes at load!”
7. Serolf – “Baka sumakit ang tiyan ng boyfriend ko sa panis mong mani.”
8. Shok2ng – “Sige ka, isusumbong kita sa asawa ng boyfriend ko!”
9. Natman – “Pare, may health insurance ka?”
10. Brownman – “If he cheats with you, he’ll cheat on you.”
11. No name – “Dude, pili ka: O.R., E.R., or R.I.P.?”
12. KiD BuKid – “Wow, ahas…pero mukhang unggoy.”
13. Salbahe – “Pare, naupakan ka na ba ng pogi?”
14. ThePusher – Makati ba? Subukan mo kasing hugasan.”
15. Vampire Girl – “He’s not into the ‘cheap hooker’ types.”
16. McSneaker – “Dude, look at you. Look at me. Look at her. Do the math!”
17. Sasha Purse – “I’m tempted to say something bitchy, but I’m afraid your pea-sized brain won’t get it.”
18. KiD BuKid – “Baka gusto mong humabol sa Undas?”
19. Realearlonline – “Sorry, she’s no longer for hire.”
20. Reyna Maldita – “If you keep this up, you’ll have my newly-polished red nails across your pretty face.”
21. Teacher Anne – “Sawa ka na sa buhay mo?”
22. Karen – “He’s all yours. And here’s a tip: stock up on antibiotics.”
23. Beowulf Teacher – “Spell DESPERATE. It’s starts with U.”
24. Brooke – “Hey bitch, you want your next period to come out of your nose?”
25. Marioh Caryo – “Good luck, gusto mo din ma hemorrhoidectomy?”

 

Sold Out!

Okay, let me back off the whole Zinger-Zongwriter persona for a while (but don’t worry he’ll be back), because you might think this is another one of my delusional paroxysms. Especially after my bogus reviews in the previous post, you might not take me seriously.

The good news I’d want to share, is this: I just got a call from Iggy of Pet’s Life Magazine and he just informed me that the issue I appeared in has been completely sold out! I saw a copy at Fully Booked in Bonifacio High Street but there was just 1 copy left. I didn’t buy it because I thought there were more copies coming. Apparently, they need to reprint the issue, but only for the complimentary issues.

Wow, it’s nice to know people bought the magazine. I’ve been wanting to pakyaw some copies of it as souvenirs, especially since I share the cover with my beloved Cairo, but by the time it’s available, it’s already sold out! But of course, I’m not complaining, it’s a good kind of problem. Iggy promised to give me my complimentary copies.

I really would like to do more animal stuff. I hope I could have some sort of dabbling in things animal. Believe it or not, I actually have a fear of dogs. I love dogs, but I’m very wary of dogs I’m not familiar with. And I freeze whenever I encounter dogs that seem aggressive. But it hasn’t stopped me from loving these animals to pieces. Hope to be more involved in this advocacy.

Anyway, thanks again to everyone who bought the issue (whew, it wasn’t a flop!), and thanks to Iggy for putting me and Cairo on the cover! Calling on Time Magazine…I’m available for a cover shoot…whenever you’re ready. Maybe a cover article on the newest recording artist/animal lover/all-around superstar?

The Reviews Have Come Out!

I am so stoked. Finally the critics have weighed in on my debut EP, and I am thrilled to share that the reviews have been nothing less than glowing, even if I have to say so myself. I don’t want to bench press (magbuhat ng sariling bangko), so let me just re-print some of the blurbs:

says: “The charts are burning with hit after hit of Mr. Garcia’s infectious grooves. The first artist to have all 5 singles from 1 EP debut at #1. Simply unprecedented. Artists from BEP and Lady Gaga, to Jay-Z and Pearl Jam, all angling for a collab with the red hot singer-songwriter. Expect many chart records to fall.“

 

says: “A star is born! We’ve seen nothing quite like this fresh new talent…so full of promise. Might as well give him the Grammys for Best New Artist, Best Song and Best Album. To resist is futile. Easily: A+“

 

says: “His music is hard to peg: one part Coldplay, another part Jason Mraz, mixed in with some Leonard Cohen, with a sprinkling of James Taylor. Think Joplin at her rawest or Dylan at his most lyrical. Incredible debut from a peerless artiste.“

 

 

says: “Beatles who?“

 

says: “It’s hard to pigeonhole a performer as versatile and multi-faceted as Chico Garcia. He’s got Pop smarts, Rock roots, RnB grooves, Country influence, you name it, he’s got it in his arsenal. The question is NOT if he would be number one, the question is: how far behind will he leave whoever’s in second place?“

 

 

says: “Chico Garcia just gave pop, street cred.“

 

says: “Panalo! Bonggang-bongga ang bagong singer-songwriter eklavu na ito. Havey na havey! Napi-feel ko na winner ito sa panlasa ng Pilipino. Mula burgis hanggang jejemon, tatangkilikin ng masa ang talentadong John Lloyd lookalike na si Chico Garcia.“

 

The Zinger And His Zongs

I have decided to expand my radio career into a burgeoning recording career as a Zinger Zongwriter. Being a Radio Jock is fine, but I want to pursue an immense talent in songwriting and an even more astounding skill as a singer. It was going to be a private pursuing of my passion, but due to insistent public clamor, I will share to the general public my musical gems, my symphonic jewels. So…without further pomp, pageantry and fanfare…here are my Zongs…

Album Title: “The Zinger And His Zongs”

“Dangerous Thoughts”

http://www.mediafire.com/?c6mvjplug3j982m

“Dangerous thoughts

I do not need these dangerous thoughts

These thoughts are dangerous

Oooh…very very scary

Dangerous thoughts

Thoughts they are, thoughts they are…thoughts…dangerous”

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“Lambing Ng Kambing”

http://www.mediafire.com/?pxkr3dav948xio4

“Lambing ng kambing meh-eh-eh-eh-eh

Lambing ng kambing meh-eh-eh-eh-eh

Do not make me a caldereta

Do not make me papaitan

Meh-eh-eh-eh-eh

Lambing ng kambing meh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh”

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“Love Me”

http://www.mediafire.com/?b2hxabc3d2fmm1s

“Love me

You have a choice

Only two

It’s forever or never

Forever or never

Nothing in between

Coz in between you don’t win

You lose

You become a loser

Forever or never

And nothing in between

Remember that, remember that

Final…over…infinity…yeah”

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“Pepper Crusher”

http://www.mediafire.com/?jsbfm7uhhfzer15

“Why do you like to hurt me?

Why do you like to crush my heart?

Like you do pepper in a crusher

A pepper crusher

My heart is not a pepper in a pepper crusher

No, it’s really so spicy”

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“Naughty Monkey”

http://www.mediafire.com/?bdbdm8dm2wt309u

“I wanna spank the monkey

Unless it’s as big as King Kong

I wanna spank the monkey

Especially if he’s been naughty

Naughty-ty-ty-ty-ty

Monkey-key-key-key-key

Naughty-ty-ty Monkey-key

I wanna spank the monkey

unless it’s as big as King Kong

I was wrong”

———

Since I can’t get the .aif files to play on wordpress, and I don’t know how to convert .aif to mp3, you can just download the zongs for free. Just click on the link.

The Top Ten Signs That You’re A Mess

How apt. I’ve been pretty much a mess the past couple of months. I hope things ease up a bit in the next coming months. I sense a lot of craziness coming up, so I hope I find the humor in all this.

October 29, 2009 → The Top Ten Signs That You’re A Mess

1. Soca – Every morning, the first thing you mutter to yourself is: “Here we go again…”
2. Abernathy – I know a girl who gets into the worst relationships. Examples of her exes: a married woman, her high school student, a priest.
3. Yellow06 – You think of yesterday, and you can’t remember a single thing about it.
4. Soca – You hate everyone, when it fact, it’s yourself you hate above everybody else.
5. Elen P. – You can’t enjoy today because you’re always thinking about yesterday’s “what if’s” and “if only’s”.
6. Rayos Ekis – No matter your success and achievements, all you can feel is the growing void inside your heart.
7. Mr. Perk – If you can’t be happy for anyone else except yourself.
8. No name – You walk and walk no matter if you don’t know where you’re going. You just need to walk because you feel like if you stop, you’ll go crazy.
9. Mang Jose – You resent other people’s success but you do nothing to achieve your own success.
10. Lockon Stratos – When you feel like you were born for a person who was born for someone else.
11. The Wanderer – When it comes to your career, if you only look forward to 5 things: lunch, uwian, payday, weekends and holidays.
12. No name – If you wake up in the middle of the night, then you check your phone, and if no one texted, you start to cry uncontrollably.
13. No name – If you destroy what you’ve always wanted once you get it, because the wanting was your comfort zone.
14. Infrared – You break up with your girlfriends because you’re scared they’ll cheat, even if they haven’t actually cheated yet.
15. No name – When you derive a twisted sense of pleasure sabotaging other people’s relationships.
16. No name – You laugh at everything, when in fact all you want to do is cry.
17. No name – I know someone who married her boyfriend, even if she caught him cheating 4 times, and once of which was with another man.
18. Sunset2Sunrise – You read the obituaries everyday, hoping to see the names of people you hate.
19. B – If you borrow money to pay off money you owe somebody else.
20. Mr. Vader – You hate weddings because you feel bitter and can’t stand seeing people finding their happiness.
21. No name – You always attack other people, but you always feel like the victim.
22. Juggernaut – If you always crave for other people’s approval and you feel rejected when people disagree with you.
23. No name – If every time people ask: “How are you?” Your standard reply is: “Don’t ask.”
24. Mr. Perk – You say stuff like: “Can you help me look for something? But I can’t remember what it is…”
25. Smurfette – You avoid married friends because they make you feel like a loser.
26. Sasha Purse – If you’re always mataray because you always have a headache. And you always have a headache because you cry yourself to sleep every night.
27. Disarmie – If you look in the mirror, see your reflection, then you go: “F*ck you!”

Ate Poy

Like the thief that it is, death came Friday morning and snatched my sister Flory from under our noses, and we could do nothing but stand there and let it happen.

If you’ve been reading my blog from the very start, you might have read the 3rd entry I ever posted on Strange Fruit, a piece entitled “Thanksgiving”. There I explored the concept of Thanksgiving, because we were bursting with overflowing gratitude, because my sister just survived a grueling near-death battle with leukemia…and won. She was diagnosed in June of 2007 with the killer cancer, and she practically died after the first few minutes of her first dose of chemotherapy, when her body reacted to the chemo with such violence that she went into a deadly seizure. We almost lost her then, but her doctors said she was extremely lucky to have survived such a seizure. She opted not to continue with the chemotherapy, without which her oncologist said she’d be lucky to last 3 months. But instead, after 3 months, not only did she NOT die, she bucked all odds and there was ZERO trace of any cancer cell. Even the science-weaned doctors conceded it was nothing short of a miracle. So by November of that same year, we threw a huge feast and celebrated the return of my beloved sister back into good health.

It was a blissful 3 years. In my opinion, it was her best years, EVER. It was the best version of her I’ve ever seen. I guess staring death in the eye and getting a second chance can do that to a person. She was filled with joy and peace, and lived her life with a purpose. In those 3 years she would receive at least one call from someone who was suffering from cancer or knew of someone who was, and was asking her to talk to them. She didn’t have a cure, but she offered some measure of comfort, and truckloads of hope. She never turned anyone away. She made time to help whoever she could, to alleviate their fears, being where they were herself, not too long ago.

So when things took a turn for the worse middle of last year, it was like a punch in the gut, a sinking feeling in our hearts, like a vacuum of cold darkness opened up and sent the chill back in our lives. True enough, the worst case scenario unfolded ever so adamantly, and to cut a long, difficult to relive story short, her body finally gave in, and we lost her. Thanksgiving is not exactly the word that comes to mind. Try resentment, or bitterness, or profound grief. But after you’ve cried for hours like a child whose candy was taken away, the truth eventually crept in, no matter how hard we tried to fight it. Thievery entails ownership, and my beloved sister could only be stolen from us if we actually owned her. But we find comfort in the idea that she was merely lent to us, and you can’t lose what you never owned. And if she was lent to us, by God, or whatever higher power you choose to believe in, then we are merely returning her to her Creator.

Even with the evocation of God and His bigger-than-ours-heads-could-comprehend plans, it’s still a bitter pill to swallow. I have never known a life without my Ate Poy. It will be difficult to let go of someone who has been there with me all my life. And nothing prepared me in losing a sibling. All my life I was anxious about my parents’ deaths. It was their deaths I was bracing myself for. I did not fear for my siblings’ deaths because I didn’t even entertain the idea of any of us dying. So when I saw her lifeless body on the gurney in the hospital, every nerve in my body was screaming denial of what my eyes were seeing. I was begging for cameras to jump out and tell me it’s some cruel prank that someone pulled to scare the shit out of me. Then my sister would sit up and rub off that deathly pallor on her face and hug me and tell me that everything was just a mean joke and that everything will be all right. But I should be so lucky.

We buried her yesterday, February 16, on her birthday; she would’ve been 55. I guess it’s poetic to return her on the very day she was given to us. It doesn’t come fuller circle than that. Asking her to stay is for our sake. Letting her go is for hers. No one who has ever witnessed their loved ones suffer would deny them relief, even if relief can only be found in death. When my father died, I didn’t even shed a tear. I cried all my tears when they were poking all those needles and tubes into him, trying to keep him alive. I’d rather see him go than suffer a single minute more. How could I deny my sister the same dignity?

I am just going to miss her so much. This pain has no name. Anyone who’s ever lost someone so dear will agree when I say that no word fits what gnaws in my heart each time I realize that I’ll never see her again. I have faith that we’ll meet again someday, when my time comes. But until then, the chasm between us is far and wide, and the idea is more than I can bear. But to struggle against things we have no control over is an exercise in futility. Death comes like rain, we cannot make it happen, just as we cannot stop it. So begrudgingly as it may feel, there is much reason for thanksgiving. Not because she won her battle against cancer, but because we had someone in our lives who is so difficult to say goodbye to. The fact that our hearts are rent in two is testament to how lucky we are to have been touched by such a woman. If I talk the talk, then I should walk the walk. She deserves her rest, and who am I to deny her that? I guess at this point, saying goodbye is the best way to say I love you.

 

 

Masculine Use For Feminine Wash?

No, you perverts, I don’t mean as a mouthwash in a hit-2-birds-with-one-gargle kind of way. And no, not to wash your Roborat and Beth Loggins with either, because we now have a masculine wash for that. I’m talking about ANOTHER way feminine wash can be of use to us males, the gender with no vajayjay.

Okay, how did I get here? Let’s start from the very beginning. I remember a foreigner friend of ours, once told us that they don’t wash after they poop, they just wipe. For us Pinoys, that’s an affront to our prissy sense of hygiene. Personally, the idea of just wiping, and not washing with soap and water, is unthinkable; I might as well walk around with a necklace made of poop.  So apparently, many other people around the globe don’t really wash their chocolate starfishes like we do. That preamble out of the way, a friend recently told me, that a doctor told him that washing our poop chutes with soap isn’t really very healthy, because the inside part is already very sensitive, unlike the outer part of our “brown gates” which can be safely washed with soap. You have all that PH balance to contend with. Of course, hypochondriac that I am, I get very paranoid about stuff that “aren’t healthy”.

So I suddenly remember a conversation Delle and I had a couple of years back. I don’t remember exactly how we got to the topic, but she did tell me that I should use feminine wash instead of soap to wash myself with after doing #2. It was basically the same argument, that the bumhole is actually a very sensitive part of the body that deserves a little more gentleness when it comes to choosing cleaning materials for it. I never really paid much attention to the idea, since soap worked well with me, thank you very much. But this idea coming up again after all these years got me thinking. Maybe I should look into this.

So I was thinking, should I? Next time I go to the grocery, do I stealthily stop at the feminine wash aisle, wait until there are no people looking, then quickly grab one and roll my shopping cart as far away from that area and go somewhere manly like maybe the tools area? But then how do I pay for it at the cash register? Do I fake my way out of an embarrassing situation and blurt out something like: “Ahoy there, matey! Gotta get this for the missus! You know, she gotta wash after we bump furries!” Good grief. Is it worth all the trouble?

I don’t even remember the brand Delle suggested I buy. It’s the less obvious names I was going for. No giveaway brand names like: “Washorbajeyjey” or  “Ang Fake-Fake Mo”. It was the more subtle brands that could pass off as shampoo or hand wash.

So is it true? Should we use something gentler to wash our little brown jewels? If it were really that urgent, shouldn’t there be products specifically for washing our butts? Do I start buying generic dispensers that I could put the feminine wash in to avoid explaining to guests why I have feminine wash in my toilet? Ayayay, sis bumbay.

The Top Ten Answers To The Question: “How Do You Like Your Eggs?”

Okay fine, it’s one of those topics to bait the naughtier side of the entries. But I must say it was fun. Anything that involves words like “egg” or “itlog” will surely elicit a snigger or two.

October 22, 2009 → The Top Ten Answers To The Question: “How Do You Like Your Eggs, Sir?” – Sent in by Suplada MD

1. KiD BuKid – “Nestled in a bushy nest.”
2. Dolce Vita – “Licked like ice cream, not nibbled like a corn cob.”
3. No name and Taichu – “Scratched and sniffed.”
4. 6th Sick Sheik – “I like them very much, thank you.”
5. Itchy Bulate – “Hair-free.”
6. Red Devil – “Mapula at maalat.”
7. Qpidx and RVincent – “Yung hindi pa nalalawayan.”
8. Lockon Stratos – “Yung amoy palang, ulam na.”
9. Gracia – “Basta wag yung pawis.”
10. Ondrazik – “Yung size na kasya ang dalawa sa bibig…like quail eggs.”
11. Mnemonic – “Yung may bird sa ibabaw…like a hen sitting on her eggs.”
12. Ruelski – “Yung tumitibok-tibok pa.”
13. Black Siopao – “Paki bagsak nalang sa ‘pateros’.” (pateros: bagskan ng itlog)
14. Gracia – “Lamasado…este, malasado.”
15. Toytuner27 – “Yung binate.”
16. Czarovic – “In your hands.”
17. Specialist – “Yung itlog ng pogi…este, itlog ng pugo.”
18. Maldito – “Yung medyo oily.”
19. No name – “In your mouth.”
20. Cyndi – “Yung bagong hugas.”
21. Puff Daddy – “For starters, you can let them go.”
22. Young Indy – “Yung pinulbuhan.”
23. Oscar Dela Hopia – “Wala naman…hawakan mo lang at laru-laruin.”
24. Martin – “Yung bagong ahit.”
25. Nin – “Ipatong natin sa bibingka mo.”
26. Paul – “Upuan mo nalang…para mag-hatch.”
27. YñaKì – “Sandwiched between two soft buns.”
28. Homer Singson – “Gusto ko yung eggs ni Benedict, este, eggs benedict.”
29. Stephensoul – “Yung pantay.”
30. MasterB – “Kung anong ginawa mo sa itlog niya, yun din ang gawin mo sa itlog ko.”

Tangled

“Tangled” is Disney’s first full-on digitally animated Pixar-ish movie. For the longest time, they’ve been the final holdout on 2D animation. So it looks like Pixar, it feels like Pixar, but it’s Disney. My favorite animated movie of all time is still “Beauty and the Beast”. After that, I was mostly unimpressed; amused yes, but struck in the same way, no. And I’m not a big fan of animated movies, mostly because many of them have fallen into a rut, as if each movie is the same, just with different characters, but all following the same template – quick snappy dialogue with built-in punchlines, cute characters with an even cuter laugh, etc. But the heart is missing. The only animated works that I’ve truly enjoyed on a deeper level recently have been the Miyazaki movies (Ponyo, Spirited Away) and Nickelodeon’s “Avatar”. For the mainstream cartoons I enjoyed Chicken Little, Monsters Inc. and Toy Story 3. So I watched “Tangled” mainly because my sister insisted I watch it on the big screen. So I not-so-excitedly watched it earlier…and boy was I glad I did.

It’s not one of Disney’s best, but I must say, it’s one of their finest in a LOOONG time. Disney’s long been eclipsed by Pixar and Dreamworks in leaps and bounds, but if this movie is any indication, they could be back in the running. I don’t know what exactly it is about the movie, but everything rang true. Rapunzel was a believable heroine you could relate to. Anyone who’s ever had a domineering parent would instantly feel for her.

And the songs! I have never been a fan of Disney’s music. I used to hate how the Disney songs dominated the Oscars for such a long stretch in the past. I found them tedious, unmelodic and uninspired. But I must say, I really liked the songs in this one. True, many are just rehashes of older versions of Disney classics like the first song is basically “Part of your World” and “This Provincial Life” with a different melody, but to me at least, they’re memorable, especially the malevolent showstopper “Mama Knows Best”. Alan Menken is back in top form, the same guy who did the music for “Beauty” and “Aladdin”.

But I guess what I liked about this film, which I look for in any film, is its heart. Like I said, the tale rang true. It didn’t feel like a movie that was just going through the motions. The characters didn’t feel like a checklist of rehashed characters. True, they are all rehashed, but at ;east they felt fresh. For the first time in a long time, I felt drawn into the story, and not just waiting for the credits to roll. And can I just say, I want a pet chameleon!!! Pascal has got to be my most favorite animal sidekick EVER. I can’t really explain why I’m loving all these elements that have come out in Disney films past. But for some enchanted reason, there was some sort of cinematic binder that tied all the elements together in one cohesive whole, and I bit it line, sink and hooker.

If I could change one thing though, I would’ve wanted the old crone to be a little bit more multi-dimensional. Her character would have been more layered if they showed her having some actual love for Rapunzel? If they showed some sort of latent moral struggle, she might have become a more compelling character, and not just a textbook villain. That’s what I loved most in the animated “Avatar”, the good weren’t all good, the bad weren’t all bad, every character was a complicated shade of grey, which is how real life really is. But I guess they needed to make her really bad to justify her plunging to her dusty demise. It is, after all, still a kid flick.

But all in all, I really loved the movie. I didn’t expect it to, but it resonates long after I left the cinema. Now I want a chameleon like Pascal and a white horse named Max. And I loved that song about finding your dream. Sometimes reality has a way of muting what we REALLY want to do in life. It’s a nice sentiment to explore. Made me ask some questions that got me a bit nostalgic. Made me remember my own dreams, the ones that got got buried in the everyday grind. As Rapunzel said: “It’s complicated”.