I expected more from the event that called itself The Movement. Sadly, it failed to deliver what it promised on the promotional material:

Clubbing is getting classier and more sophisticated. Clubs abroad such as the Supperclub in Amsterdam have made elegance and clubbing synonymous. It’s now time to show your style, sip your cocktails and unwind to the soothing sounds of a more refined groove within a chic atmosphere.

And for an event named The Movement, there was little of it going on. Most of the people in attendance were content to just stand around and socialize. I’ve seen very few people dancing during the whole time I was there. Siguro nagpapakiramdaman lang ang mga tao. But c’mon! People could’ve at least swayed to the beat and cheered the DJs on.

The event’s production design needs a lot of improvement. For a 200-peso entrance fee, I would expect that the place would really have a “chic atmosphere,” conducive to chilling out and partying. Philip Morris did way, way better with their Marlboro MXTronica event last February 5 and the entrance was practically free to boot. (Though I’ll have to admit that Philip Morris does have tons of money to spend, thanks to their legions of smokers worldwide.)

The Movement occupied the whole 16th floor of Tower 1 of The Enterprise Center. What we have there is basically a really bare office space dressed up a bit with yards of cloth, some haphazardly-arranged “bars,” a DJ’s table, a mostly unused projector displaying really weird images reminiscent of The Ring, sporadically placed lighting, and scattered black feathers from some poor rooster littering the floor.

Why feathers? I don’t know, but I do have some theories: 1) they wanted the place to resemble a cockfighting arena, 2) they wished for good luck, since it is the year of the rooster after all, or 3) they were paying homage to GMA’s Mulawin, which had its series finale that night. Go figure.

The only good thing about the event was the music. I caught the sets of DJs Wendell Garcia, Chip dela Calzada, and Martin Aquino. Special mention goes out to their percussionist who was extremely talented in providing reggae rhythms to the house music on the decks. It seems hard to believe that he was probably doing it impromptu.

Incidentally, I saw a bunch of my batchmates from highschool lounging around. Spotted there were Albert Tirona, Nikolai Sarmiento, Patrick Bocobo, Alfred Tumacder, and Reginald Gozon. I don’t think they would recognize me if ever they did saw me. Eugene, the geek kid from Zobel, now a party-goer? Hehehehe.

My friends and I spent a little over two hours at the party before leaving it for greener pastures (where people are a little less uninhibited and the music is more appreciated).