The girl who grew up wearing boys’ clothes and considers herself as a late bloomer posed in a plunging black lingerie for the cover of FHM and put her curves on show in a number of revealing looks for the sexy spread shot entirely in France.
The girl is Rhian Ramos. And she is this month’s Cover Girl of the popular men’s magazine.
During the magazine’s press launch, Rhian told the Manila Standard that it was a seven-year courtship between her and FHM before this “dream project” finally came together. Rhian was just 17 turning 18 when she was first approached by the magazine. But she wasn’t ready then.
So, what made her decide to finally say yes to FHM team? Three things: she has learned to embrace her flaws; she feels sexier now and feels confident in her own body; and she likes the direction that the magazine is taking nowadays.
“I just feel like the readers of FHM now are just the kind of guys that I would want to put myself in front of. I love their content, it’s intelligent and you could learn a lot — there’s food and art and guys’ fashion,” she told us.
“They’ve really shifted more for what the millennials will find sexy. Well not just the millennials though, what I mean is, you can find that version of sexy already everywhere and on the Internet. FHM redefined their definition of sexy and put a little more dreaminess into it,” Rhian added.
The first-time FHM Cover Girl is very satisfied with the outcome of her shoot for the magazine. In fact, she revealed that all of the photos that ended up on the pages of the famous glossy were shot using natural lighting. Hence, the photos just required very minimal editing.
“The beauty of shooting in Europe is that there’s like a natural filter, there were no lights needed for this [shoot], this is just the regular sunlight, and us frolicking around the forest in lingerie,” she said.
Dead on arrival
Regal Entertainment assembled a group of teenagers similar to a “mean girls clique” where there’s someone who is pretty but dumb, a girl who has a voracious appetite for food, an exchange Korean student who has a Japanese sounding name, another pretty girl who appears to be the group leader, and a not so attractive girl but excels in academics.
The latter is played by Kiray Celis, and her character is the main protagonist in I Love You to Death, which also stars Enchong Dee.
In the rom-com directed by Miko Livelo, Celis plays Gwen, the only member of the group who is single. But that changed when from out of the blue, Tonton (Dee) appears and offers her a marriage proposal.
At the onset, Tonton’s motive is clear — he just wanted to marry Gwen as soon as possible. Suddenly, he starts killing the people who disapprove of their union. And interestingly, those who just play a minor part in the movie, like the macho dancer during Gwen’s Bachelorette party and the wedding gown designer, are also eliminated via Tonton’s killing spree.
On their wedding day, it is finally revealed that Tonton is already dead. This revelation prompts Tonton to kill Gwen’s friends, who are present at their wedding, except her parents.
Once everybody is dead, the now monster-looking Tonton tells Gwen that he just wanted to marry her because of a promise that he needs to fulfill – they made a vow that they would marry each other when they grow up.
Tonton died on the day when he decided to meet with Gwen. He tried to chase the motorcycle driver who stole Gwen’s bag. In the process, both Tonton and the biker faced a fatal accident and died on the spot. This part of the movie explains why Tonton’s dead body kills people. He emerged from his grave when he heard Gwen’s wish, which is to have a boyfriend who is “patay na patay sa’akin.” And the only way to stop him from killing people is to put him back to his grave.
With a storyline that’s confusing at the same time inconsistent, it begs the question whether or not Miko Livelo was possessed, too, when he was directing the film.
I Love You to Death is pretentious and confused in many levels. Starting off with the characters inspired by most chick flicks up to simplest logic like playing bowling on high heels, which no bowling center would allow. The film is a rom-com in the guise of a horror flick. Tacky it is, right? The jokes, amid Celis’s perfect comic timing, are unapologetically passé.
To emphasize my point, I Love You to Death is a product of a terrible writing and of imbecilic direction. Only a dimwit would buy its resolution because, in the general scheme of things, even horror and fantasy films should still have a little sense of logic and reality.
PHOTOS BY SONNY ESPIRITU