A plot element that could be killed by common sense is a bad plot element. Consider the following in a movie I glimpsed: pompous rich girl on her way to Baguio, driven by a chauffeur in a brand new Nissan Xtrail. The car broke down in mid-trip – a plot element intended to cross the rich girl’s path with the leading man of the story. The driver said the car broke down because of a ruptured fuel line.
What is wrong with this picture? It’s a brand new car. Fuel lines, oil conduits or water hoses don’t just rupture in brand new cars, especially in luxury models like the Xterra (with leather seats to boot). The only way for this to have happened is if the part is defective coming out of the dealer – in which case the damage would have manifested way before the point of it being even considered for use in a trip to Baguio; or someone intentionally sliced it – a major plot element in itself which should have been shown to the audience.
Problem: the writer didn’t think this plot element out, maybe because he/she is too focused on the scene where the girl and her leading man would meet as a result of her needing to take public transport. Either the writer forgot, or worse, didn’t know from the start (in which case the person has no business writing stories) that fiction writing falls under the category of creative writing because he/she needs to be creative, to at least avoid sudden and unpleasant show-stoppers on the audience’s suspension of disbelief. The writer would have done much better if he wrote, for example, a jeepney clipping the Xtrail’s fender (which happens quite a lot). But no. “Paano sila magkakakilala? Ah, masisiraan siya ng kotse.” To hell with believability.
A story’s main power has been and will always be in its believability. You take that away, you’re left feeling robbed with a contrived story that accomplishes nothing but insult your intelligence.
If I’d insist on going boxing.Â Yeah yeah, there’s something to be said about consistency (and I learned a hard lesson after skipping two sessions and going on the third so tired that I only managed three rounds of mitts), but not even Manny Paquiao dives into the grit after an all-nighter.Â Haven’t slept a wink yet(again), so if I’m going to box, I might asÂ well play basketballÂ with cinderblocks attached to my legs.Â And my legs are heavy enough as they are… Huhuhu…
Random thoughts again:
- Nice to hear strangers laughing at my jokes.Â Last Saturday at the Subic Tiger Safari, while checking out the crocodile pool I called our tour guide and asked if any of those crocs are running for congress, bwahahaha (gets nyo)?
- You owe it to yourself to try.Â Even if failure is an almost certainty, it’s better to have tried and failed than chicken out and thenÂ look back and wonder what would have happened if you tried.Â The shame is not in failure, but in cowardice.
- I’d have to be the most egotistical ass in the world if a girl offered friendship and I suspect in return that she wanted more from me, just because I’m the spitting image of Justin Hartley (which I’m not, not by a parsec, but hypothetically speaking…)
- Was looking at the Friendster photosÂ of a former friend, and in between my snickers for observing that she and her boyfriend don’t look good together and cringing to an attack of sheer corniness at the sight of the pic of theirÂ intertwined hands, I just realized that I haven’t really forgiven herÂ yet.Â I want to, really.Â Â This chip onÂ my shoulder is baggage I could certainly do without.Â But maybe it’s true that some offenses are hard to forgive unless the offender explicitly says sorry.Â But I doubt she would…
- I admit to planning on watching some movies just to criticize them.Â Haven’t gotten around to lambasting X-Men 3 (which someÂ described was the best movie of 2006 – please!Â It’s the worst X-Men movie, fer cryin’ out loud!) yet.Â Now there’s Frank Miller’s “300” that I have to work on as well.
- Going out of my comfort zone.Â Not something I’m looking forward to, but it is something that I need to do.
- Metal Gear Solid 2 is chock-full of cut-scenes, which is turning out to be a bad thing because it’s starting to get boring.Â On the other hand, when I do get into a fight, the enemies seem to come at me endlessly!Â Luckily, I have my AR Max, hehehe.
- I might hold another grand videoke session at home.Â It’s just a little sad that I couldn’t expectÂ some of the same people I invited last year to come.Â Oh well…
- I need a new pair of boxing gloves…
- … Or maybe I should upgrade to freeform martial arts…
- NBA 2K7 – the PS2 game: I HAVE CREATED A MONSTER!Â A pair of them, actually.Â Combine Dwyane Wade with a full 99 5’9″ point guard created player (whose name you probably know already, hwehwehwe) and you get the deadliest backcourtÂ tandem professional basketball has ever seen!Â Too bad it’s just a fantasy (oh-woh-woh-woh)
- Notwhitstanding my cat Dang’s excessive feistiness, I just realized she’s one hell of a pretty cat.Â If she were human, she’d be Angel Locsin =p
- And last but not the least (since the original post was written 3/28),Â Belated Happy Birthday, Trisha 😉