𝕌𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕌𝕟/𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦

I still can't get over the fact that I spent P335 plus dinner to watch a Joshlia movie. I should've bought that extra shirt on sale at Forme. I blame it on the Rico-Claudine comparison and my Rico heart had hopes.

So back to this 2hour regret that I cannot take back. Aside from the lopsided script and unrealistic time element, it was just a closure for both parties done for the big screen. It again subtly and subconsciously suggested that cheating is okay. And that Joshua Garcia is now big enough to do love scenes and show his chest again and again, sometimes for no apparent reason.

Slow motions can also emphasize dimples and hair flips aside from lengthening nonsense clips, including stopping midway at airports and having small waves.

So anyway, that's it. Got my closure too by posting this. So don't be like me who goes out of the moviehouse clouded with disappointment and unhappiness.

And oh, Rico Yan is still dead. So is his love team with Claudine. So is my teenager heart.

Ara's Movie Rating: 3 (Skip it, guys! Wait for it at Netflix or any streaming tools if you are curious)

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