Friday, April 29, 2016

Duterte - When the Mouth is as Fickle as His Concept of Freedom of Expression



I had been steering clear from politics but this has been bothering me. 

You believe that Mayor Rodrigo Duterte is the man to clean and shape up this country? Go ahead! No one is stopping you. Worst things have happened in this nation. It probably can endure another 6 years of chaos and uncertainty. But crime is not the only issue that requires governance from our leaders. You want a rebuttal from this post? Go elsewhere. This is not your venue for that. This is MINE! This stage is not open for discussion.

If you are not bothered by his recent retractions, his disrespect to elders, foreign allies, women - dead, raped women with slashed necks, mind you! - and a gentle Pope, it is not my problem. Maybe your conscience will haunt you sometime when you're older. Maybe not. I pity you.

I will probably get lynched for this piece, but I eat insults for breakfast. No to Duterte!

He will probably win this election. But I will be at peace with myself knowing that my one vote - even if it's the only one in an electorate of 50 million - will be a vote for decency, kindness, respect for life, rule of law, transparency, and morality. This nation will deserve the kind of president she elects. I shiver at the thought.

God bless this country.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Dan Villegas' "Always Be My Maybe" - Defining Relationships in Contemporary Society



In what could be one of the year’s most adorable cinematic turns, Arci Munoz plays Tintin, a makeup artist-cum-beauty vlogger who wears her heart on her sleeve. In online videos, she shares beauty tips and laces them with no-holds-barred stories about her heartache. But after getting spurned by her occasional lover (Victor Silayan) for another girl, Tintin breaks down in a video episode that went viral. Six months later, she meets a kindred soul Jake (Gerald Anderson) who himself is heartbroken. Their awkward meet-up turns into an engaging overnight gabfest that eventually settles into comfortable companionship. Have they conveniently friend-zoned their relationship? After all, they admit to not being attracted with each other. Or aren’t they?

Dan Villegas’s “Always Be My Maybe” delves into the mechanics of contemporary couplings through the unlikely friendship of two characters who are trying to pick up the pieces of their broken hearts after their respective relationships have failed. What’s instructive is the conflicting points of view on the different stages of hooking up. I am reminded of the situational dilemma in Cathy Garcia-Molina’s insightful “Unofficially Yours”. This could be its companion piece.

More than anything, the narrative is a precarious reflection of the current sexual mores that pervade in modern-day romance. While intercourse used to pretty much define a relationship (i.e. “definitions” are made before consummation), these days, such emotional scrutiny is taken into consideration post-coitally: did he cuddle, did she stay longer than necessary, was there discussion on the state of affairs? Permissive society has become the norm, instead of being the exception. I do have qualms about a few of the scenes. When Jake shows his studio to Tintin, asking her to pose for him, she offers to show her tattoo – and more, and in the process ends up shedding off all her clothes. So much for sensible and pragmatic cinematic heroines, right? As Jake would rationalize it, “sex is different from making love”, but such is the excuse of cads who just want their concupiscent catharsis.

Interestingly, the character of Jake seems too comfortably close to home for Gerald Anderson. Was the character written with him in mind? One would suspect because Anderson essays his role with sincerity and charm. Moreover, you could sense a morsel of danger in his dealings with Tintin. Is it the nature of “man” as the sexual creature that’s coming into the picture? Anderson is easily “pa-fall” without doing much. His ability to transcend this beyond the celluloid is impeccable. He would be remembered for this role. It doesn’t hurt that he has this easy, albeit complementary chemistry with Arci Munoz.

Munoz, on the other hand, hits the cinematic jackpot. She has triumphantly tempered her depiction of an acerbic heroine with just the right emotive concoction. I keep laughing every time I hear her complain about Valentines Day: “Sino bang nag-imbento nun… ipapatumba ko talaga!” 

If there ever was perfect characterization, hers would be the new gold standard. By this, I am saying that, after watching the film, it would be hard to picture another actress playing Tintin. Munoz absolutely disarms, you can’t help but root for her despite occasionally embarrassing choices. Munoz owned Tintin’s every candor, manner and style. She’s the modern-day Filipina who loves wholeheartedly - body, mind and soul. In her moments of belated epiphany, she laments, “Di ko alam, naibigay ko na pala ang lahat.” Sometimes, loving isn’t counting how much you’ve shared of yourself. We sometimes throw caution to the wind so we can love without restriction, beyond fences and borders. But in this dilemma, there is a cautionary tale. Emotional investments, like finances, don’t always make great returns. When they do, we’d all be in the moon for it. Thus I am tempted to submit this as specimen for any sociological study concerning norms of contemporary relationship. It isn't exhaustive but it is a valid physiognomy of the subject.  

Director Dan Villegas succeeds to spin a discerning yarn that more than entertains. The script bristles with fresh and astute observations about life and relationships in modern society. The pace is brisk and snappy; the cinematic palette clean, the music unobtrusive. The supporting characters (Jane Oineza, Ricci Chan, Cacai Bautista, Victor Silayan) are a delightful coterie of meme-spewing souls you’d want them on your side when life begrudges you of a few smiles. The movie is funny, provocative, sexy, and current. If cinema makes you re-examine your relationships, then it would be the worthy medium for your time and patronage. “Always Be My Baby” is solid entertainment and should not be missed.       


Saturday, January 9, 2016

2015 Movie Honor Roll: "Honor", John Lloyd, Nora and Tirso Lead Year's Top Achievers


2015 – It wasn’t exactly an exemplary year in Philippine cinema. Nevertheless, some left a few indelible images in my mind. Let’s call them celluloid magic.

Nora Aunor is a wandering mother in search of her missing child, seemingly oblivious to the inscrutable grief in post-Yolanda Tacloban in “Taklub”. Tessie Tomas struggles to relearn her 3 R’s as she dreams of finishing 6th grade at the age of 70 in “Old Skool”. LJ Reyes seeks to rescue her rebel father from the clutches of Marcos-era soldiers though her romantic liaisons with soldier Luis Alandy in “Anino sa Likod ng Buwan”. 

Coco Martin’s brother Ronwaldo (see bottom poster) drives around in his motorbike with an aging Kapampangan poet in a sparsely vegetated, dusty sitio in “Ari: My Life with a King”. Bea Alonzo comes to grips with the failure of her overbearing husband John Lloyd Cruz whose ineptitude has put a toll on their marital lives in "A Second Chance”. 

Andi Eigenmann sorely pretends she’s being possessed by the restless spirits of a notoriously haunted theatre hall in “Tragic Theatre”, the first local film to open 2015. 

Mercedes Cabral refuses to leave her shanty by the bamboo groove despite her boyfriend’s constant pleadings in “An Kubo sa Kawayanan”. A gay teenager gets bafflingly pregnant and soon becomes object of the town’s attention, derision and devotion in “Miss Bulalacao”. 

John Arcilla navigates the revolutionary trenches of the Katipunan with acid tongue and impassioned demeanor in the runaway hit, “Heneral Luna”. Piolo Pascual rescues beautiful damsel Rhian Ramos from her abusive husband in “Silong”. Meryll Soriano parries the wrath of her customers when her financial scheme goes belly up, leaving hundreds of her friends in financial ruin in “Honor Thy Father”. Angeli Bayani endures the ridicule of her co-rebels when she was found to have run off with the group’s money in “Iisa”. 

Toni Gonzaga travels to Batanes and falls in love with her good-looking assistant in “You’re My Boss”. Ricky Davao is the chilling crime boss who abducts young women and caters to canine culinary while operating his small town crime syndicate in “Dayang Asu”

Raymond Bagatsing recreates a delectable Nick Joaquin persona that’s compellingly watchable and unforgettable in “Dahling Nick”. Bimby Aquino Yap embarrassingly fumbles his five-line poem in "All You Need is Pag-Ibig”, proving once and for all that there’s no such thing as “dugong artista”. Ditto those ridiculously vapid Concio sisters. 

Liza Soberano becomes a reluctant TV host for a provincial travel show while boyfriend Gerald Anderson lies in a coma in “Everyday I Love You”. Teri Malvar finds redemption in another hellhole when she’s taken in by a kind-hearted taxi driver in “Hamog

Vice Ganda singularly redeems the asinine narrative clutter of another Wenn Deramas flick in “Beauty and the Bestie”. Cherry Pie Picache adoringly searches for her real mother despite the elaborate show meant to mislead her in “Manang Biring”. This last scene in Carl Joseph Papa’s rotoscopic experiment still lingers and haunts my reveries two months after I’ve seen it. If that isn’t the palpable power of cinema, I don’t know what is.   

What are your unforgettable cinematic moments? "Honor Thy Father" leads the pack with lead actor John Lloyd Cruz turning in his career best performance. Superstar Nora Aunor, meanwhile, disregards theatrical pretenses and those fancy ocular spotlights in Mendoza's antithesis to the typical Pinoy melodrama.  Here are the year’s best films and performances.

BEST FILMS of 2015 (in descending order)

1. Erik Matti's "Honor Thy Father"
2. Brillante Mendoza's "Taklub"
3. Joel Ferrer's "Baka Siguro Yata"
4. Ara Chawdhury's "Miss Bulalacao"
5. Ralston Jover's "Da Dog Show"
6. Jerrold Tarog's "Heneral Luna"
7. Lawrence Fajardo's "Imbisibol"
8. Carl Joseph Papa's "Manang Biring"
9. Alvin Yapan's "An Kubo sa Kawayanan"
10. Jun Robles Lana's "Anino sa Likod ng Buwan"




Best Performances by Male Actors in Lead Roles (in descending order)


1. John Lloyd Cruz in “Honor Thy Father
2. Raymond Bagatsing in “Dahling Nick
3. John Lloyd Cruz in “A Second Chance
4. John Arcilla in “Heneral Luna
5. Allen Dizon in “Imbisibol
6. Piolo Pascual in “The Breakup Playlist
7. Jericho Rosales in “#Walang Forever
8. Dino Pastrano in “Baka Siguro Yata
9. Jun-jun Quintana in “Water Lemon
10. JM de Guzman in “Tandem”


1. Nora Aunor in “Taklub
2. Bea Alonzo in “A Second Chance
3. Claudine Barretto in “Etiquette for Mistresses
4. Teri Malvar as in “Hamog
5. Jennylyn Mercado in “#Walang Forever
6. Alessandra De Rossi in “Bambanti
7. Angeli Bayani for Chuck Gutierrez’s “Iisa
8. Tessie Tomas in “Old Skool
9. LJ Reyes in “Anino sa Likod ng Buwan

10. Mercedes Cabral in “An Kubo sa Kawayanan





1. Tirso Cruz III in “ Honor Thy Father
2. Lou Veloso in “Water Lemon
3. Ricky Davao in “Dayang Asu
4. OJ Mariano in “Hamog
5. JM de Guzman in “Imbisibol

6. Anthony Falcon in “ Anino sa Likod ng Buwan” 





        1.  Meryll Soriano in “ Honor Thy Father
    2. Annicka Dolonius in “Apocalypse Child
    3. Anna Luna as in “Hamog
    4. Mercedes Cabral in “Da Dog Show
    5. Nova Villa in “ All You Need is Pag-ibig” 




FIRST FEATURES

I love first features because they're baptisms of fire for the film makers. Tension associated with such works usually ignite a degree of creativity that's fresh or original. First time directors are usually on a quest to tell stories that, in their mind, could make a difference. In some instances, these stories become masterpieces because these become carefully told tales in exquisitely calibrated yarn-spinning. 

Some get overwhelmed by the experience. Angelina Jolie, ("In the Land of Milk and Honey"), admitted to having a "meltdown" saying, "I felt very small and, who am I to take this on? What have I done?" Others tend to be more pragmatic about the artistic process. Sam Mendes (" American Beauty") remembered, "I made a very conscious decision early on, if I didn’t understand something technically, to say, without embarrassment, ‘I don’t understand what you’re talking about, please explain it.’”  But while there are masterful works (Katski Flores' " Still Life", for example), execrable films also turn up, like former sexy actor Carlos Morales' "Piring" which was screened during last year's ill-organized "World Premiere Festival" (FDCP). 

I've a minor quibble with the casting of Kapampangan Poetry King Francisco Guinto in "Ari: My Life with a King" (who won "Best Actor" for the festival), but there's no denying that Catu's first feature is solid film making that deserves a bigger audience. For this list, I've decided to include the short film, "Lisyun qng Geografia", directed by Petersen Vargas though the film strictly belongs with the 2014 releases. But I don't care. I feel it deserves special mention because in my book, it is a complete film. If it were longer, it would have been a legitimate and valid first feature from the talented director. So here's the list.

BEST FIRST FEATURE FILMS 2015

1. Ara Chawdhury's "Miss Bulalacao"    
2. Chuck Gutierrez's "Iisa"   
3. Cia Jorge's "Old Skool"    
4. Carlo Enciso Catu's "Ari My Life with a King"    
5. Mihk Vergara's "Patintero Ang Alamat ni Meng Patalo"   


Ronwaldo Martin is this year's breakthrough artist in "Ari: My Life with a King". Coco Martin's younger brother commands attention.


Earlier this year, I was bestowed relative, albeit cringe-worthy immortality when a starlet named "Katy Pena" came into being and topbilled one of those gag-inducing Pink Films called "Huling Hininga". I had nightmares that night, of course. I thought it was going to be my last breath :)


While we're on the subject of overachievers, let's not forget foul-mouthed director Cathy Garcia-Molina who romps off with the year's biggest non-MMFF box office winner, "A Second Chance". Let's hope she learns romcom-style jargons that befit her supposedly respectable stature instead of curses directed only towards lowly bit players. Otherwise,troglodytes with such attitude don't deserve the public's patronage. Photoshoots as light and breezy as the one above seem inappropriate for her flowery vocabulary. Angelina Jolie would be very glad to lend her head piece, don't you think? A change of name is in order? Cathy Garcia-Maleficent?

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Gino Santos' Ex With Benefits - Nasty Piece of S----t!


Ohmygod! 

I had to vent out my frustration watching this execrably offensive movie that's based on the wild imagination of someone who seems to live on the orbits of space - or the netherworld, not to mention that his consciousness is probably soaked on acid. The only thing vaguely "human" in this cringe-worthy cinematic carcass is Coleen's character who would rather sleep with a wrinkly dean than get her affairs in order. Med reps are pictured as a whoring bunch of desperate souls who peddle their products as much as they peddle their flesh for endorsement. Doctors - yes, doctors! - prey on flirty med reps (dressed up like night club GROs) who, in turn, talk about the doctors they cover like hyenas in heat: "Siguro magaling yun sa kama!" Seriously?

A few thinktanks involved with the story development ought to get their heads zapped with 10,000 joules of electric convulsive therapy to exorcise their gag-worthy inventions. No character in this abysmal cinematic garbage is spared from bad behavior, as though the world lives in a very amoral, albeit immoral society - the physicians, the med reps, the best friends, their classmates, the company bosses, the deans, the waiters pouring wine, and even the parents of an underperforming girl. Each one has his sharpened claws ready for the kill! Yes, every one is a wretched soul!

And you wonder which terribly impressive minds have decided that this was a Grade-A film? Typo error? Maybe it was a joke? Ah yes, those bunch of swiveling m's again from the CEB. My maid probably knows more about what a good movie is (or should be) than those hilariously clueless bunch from the Cinema Evaluations Board. 

This film is apparently inspired by my would-be vomitus had I not purchased Plasil in time. Star Cinema, thank you for getting me out of hibernation! You must be very proud of yourselves. Bravo!  

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

TV Series: "NY Med" - Real Life Heroics as Addictive Entertainment Fodder


A bulky guy is rushed to the E.R. due to an excruciating genital pain. His penis has been engorged for 12 hours - a condition called "Priapism" - because he took Cialis (tadalafil, a Viagra-like drug indicated for erectile dysfunction) the night before. He was accompanied by a guy whom he met at a bar. And the staff needs to drain blood from his genitals to relieve him of the pain. Will he endure the anesthesia?

A man who has been waiting for a "liver donor" for 8 months finally gets a donor two days before his daughter's wedding. "Am I ready? No, I am not," he says and continues, "Am I prepared? Yes, I am." But he just wants to dance with his daughter before he undergoes the delicate operation. His situation then becomes iffy. While on the O.R. table waiting for his liver "in transit", the surgical team gets a belated bad news: that the donor liver has a cyst and needs to be tested for malignancy first - before the transplant could proceed. But his chest wall has already been opened up and ready for the new organ. Will the patient get his new liver before dying from persistent cholangitis?

A former Desert Storm soldier is waiting for a "heart donor" after being diagnosed with heart failure 3 years ago. But a few hours after his sedation, the transplant team learns that "one of the branches of the pulmonary artery" is injured, thus the inevitable cancellation of the procedure. The patient wakes up without a "new heart" - and has to wait again for a new donor. Here's the catch - the patient is gay and is "HIV-positive". It turns out that such cases actually prove to be good transplant candidates. Why? "Because they are compliant patients". "He's not going to die of AIDS," the doctor assures his family, "but from a failing heart." Will he get a new heart?

These are some of the gripping real-life scenarios featured in "NY Med", a medical reality TV series that premiered on ABC 2 years ago. Unlike most medical dramas, the scenes are authentic and unscripted. The series follows the medical staff and the patients of New York's Columbia Medical Center, Weill Cornell and Lutheran Medical Center. There are no sugar-coatings here. Cameras gain all-access pass to the emergency room, the wards and the operating room. How they are able to acquire permission of the people involved is nothing short of spectacular. After all, some of these snippets contain a lot of emotional baggage (which makes situations hard to manipulate) and personal issues. Moreover, ethics, foresight and discretion will play heavily into what gets shown.

There are poignant moments of utter heart-wrenching drama. The "stories" presented are never sententious nor boring. There's a sense of urgency, of either hope or hopelessness, and of empathy. Before long,  you realize that you've gotten addicted to the series because it candidly offers insight into the medical field - a field concerned with prolonging lives, alleviating pain and caring for the sick.

If you think that good-looking doctors and nurses in the real world are a rare lot, this series will change all that. Tricky situations become a tad tolerable - and more watchable - when there are eye candies around. Season 2 was shown last June. I am eagerly waiting for a copy.

A surgical resident  whose tenacious as she's beautiful. 

A well loved surgeon who undergoes colonoscopy himself to rule out malignant polyps.

A pretty nurse who gets asked for a date by one of her patients.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Jason Paul Laxamana's "Magkakabaung" - A Gem in a Festival


Randy Alcantara (Allen Dizon) lives a facile, albeit joyless life as a single parent to sickly 8 year old Angeline (Felixia Crysten Dizon) in bucolic San Vicente where dust settles on crops and its murky river. Randy is a coffin maker in nearby Santo Tomas where he takes home P285 for a day of carpentry work. A devout father to his child, Randy’s only vice is mischievous town beauty Neri (Chanel Latorre) who mostly takes him for a ride in exchange of phone load and the occasional night out at the cinema. One day, Randy, along with his colleagues, gets hired for an overnighter to rush 60 coffins for a Congressman’s charity project. This will earn him P800 and a day off work thereafter.

Before rushing to work, Randy buys antibiotics (Amoxicillin) for Angeline who’s febrile and coughing, and tells her to take the medicine while he’s out to work. Later that night, Randy comes home to a child who’s barely breathing. He rushes Angeline to the hospital, but it was too late. Fraught with guilt for having given his daughter a drug she’s allergic to, Randy is helplessly unhinged. What’s worse, his P800 salary doesn’t suffice to claim his daughter’s corpse. Where will he get P1,500 to pay the hospital bills?

But like an expeditious reply to his cry for help, Pablo Canda (Emilio Garcia) comes along offering him P2,000, saying “We’ll settle this loan later”. Canda turns in profits by peddling corpses, albeit illegally, to medical schools in need of cadavers. Now, Randy is torn between selling his daughter’s dead body for a P20,000 profit or paying Mr. Canda P10,000 so Randy could finally take home Angeline who now lies in Mr. Canda’s funeral home.

In the morning, Randy makes an unexpected visit to Mabel (Gladys Reyes), Angeline’s biological mother, now blissfully married to an American. He asks for her help so they could claim Angeline’s corpse. Mabel acquiesces. After all, Angeline is her daughter too. But she wants Angeline’s body to undergo autopsy. “Ako na’ng bahala,” she insists. This presents a dilemma for the still-discombobulated Randy who’s aware that he could be pinned down for his daughter’s untimely demise. What to do?


The film tells its story like a slow burn, thus you won't miss any of the salient points the film tries to convey. This richness of ideas thrives within the story: lessons on self-medication; single parenthood; desperation of people who treat corpses like salable commodities; that sending a dead body to a hospital can cost you P2,300; and the anecdote of the coffin maker who eventually ends up making one for his own daughter.

Allen Dizon, as Randy Alcantara, makes a career-best performance that unusually reeks with cinematic paradox, i.e. emotive vulnerability and confidence we’ve never seen from the actor’s previous works. Without any hint of awkwardness we usually find him in (e.g. Joel Lamangan’sKamkam” and Joven Tan’s “Paupahan”), Dizon immersively loses himself in portraying the beleaguered father who may have caused his daughter’s death. His character is adequately entangled in a bind where the harder he tries to extricate himself out of his self-inflicted predicament; the deeper he digs himself a hole. And there seemingly is no light, or ladder if you will, at the end of the tunnel.

Director Laxamana makes adequate use of the region’s local color, giving the film a crisp atmosphere that’s typically rural and a visually fresh scenography. He likewise succeeds using local language to convey a deceptively laidback atmosphere without alienating his audience (i.e. those who don’t understand Kapampangan or are allergic – not just to Amoxicillin – but to subtitles as well). What’s better, his ensemble is a commendable lot: Gladys Reyes, Chanel Latorre, Emilio Garcia, Bor Ocampo and even the comebacking former-sexy star Tonio Ortigas all contribute to a suspenseful cautionary tale. 

Jason Paul Laxamana’s “Magkakabaung” (The Coffin Maker) benefits from the script’s anti-drama swerve, refusing to spiral down into melodramatic sentimentalism despite obvious avenues into the story. Laxamana deftly employs long takes to tell his narrative sequences; a ploy that usually requires patience, precise blockings and time-consuming rehearsals or re-takes. What unravels before you is an organic flow of events - and a very cohesive story telling that’s hard to shake off. Laxamana’s compelling yarn-spinning feels like the perfect delivery of a promise seen in his earlier works, “Astro Mayabang” and “Babagwa”. There are a few misplaced snippets (like the scene showing the “possessed or convulsing girl”) but most of the details harmoniously settle into a fully realized cinematic work. Without a doubt, “Magkakabaung” is my favorite; it is undoubtedly this MMFF New Wave edition’s best picture, and one the year’s finest.

THE REST OF THE MMFF NEW WAVE ENTRIES


While we're at it, you may not want to miss Zsa zsa Padilla's delectable turn as the cancer-stricken, foul-mouthed lawyer Bella Monteclaro in Zig Dulay's  "M (A Mother's Maiden Name)" where Nico Antonio likewise delivers a spot-on portrayal as Joven, Bella's gay son. Dulay's film is peppered with hilarious one-liners that render this film its stab of irony, i.e. to be funny despite its theme tackling morbidity and mortality. Get this: Bella dresses down her secretary with a caustic one-liner: "Mas madami sigurong tanga sa mundo kung hindi mo sinasarili." Nga naman. Or when she says, "Allergic ako sa pretensions. Nangangati ako sa plastic." Or when Bella discusses the essence of real beauty with son Joven and he says, "Ang ganda ay di nakikita sa labas, kundi nasa kalooban ng tao." Bella counters this with, "Yan ang argument ng mga pangit."

The film eventually takes a road trip that uproots Bella to a small town where her mayordoma, Manang Minda (Gloria Sevilla) lives to tend to her sick daughter Liway (Sue Prado). This chapter somehow meanders, but is leavened by scenes involving Joven and a strapping barrio lad named Anton Tumacder, middle named "Malaki" played with flirtatious mien by Marx Topacio and the adorable Nico Antonio who never resorts to thespic excesses common among "screen fags". Yes, not all gays are screaming, flaming fags. Antonio's restrained act smacks of discipline. His performance frames Padilla's acerbic disposition; Antonio's "yang" to Padilla's "yin". And they make a truly complementary pair too pleasant to ignore.  


Arlyn dela Cruz's "Maratabat" is a cautiously made, must-see flick that should remind people of the excesses of power. While Kristoffer King is rightfully sinister as doped out Mayor Ismael, we have trouble picturing his deportment as mayorly, and we require just a hint of this. You get no argument from me though on the fact that he was vicious and scary. His rape scene with Chanel Latorre is particularly jarring, and should not be watered down by mere suggestions. It deserved to be captured on cam. Ping Medina (playing Ronwaldo Maharlika) may have an uncanny semblance to Mr.Toto Mangudadatu, but Medina's performance is compromised by a technical flaw in his delivery of lines - a bothersome breathing technique. His inhalatory excursions are placed midway between sentences, and are thus disturbing. This is most obvious in his speech before his supporters to announce his candidacy as governor of the province running head-on against a sturdy political nemesis Salvador Abubakar (Julio Diaz). It felt like he was going into an asthmatic exacerbation.


We're not quite sure how to "digest" Ma. Diane Ventura's "Mulat" and it's confounding vicious cycle of arguments and counter-arguments about relationships. At some point, it got too exhausting I just wanted them to break up already and just shut their yappers. Take your dose of lithium already, Samantha. One thing's sure though, Loren Burgos is a cinematic find though she needs to work on her "crying technique". You cannot sob away like there's no tomorrow sans tears, unless you have Nasolacrimal Duct Obstruction, but then that's remediable. An ophthalmologist can irrigate on your lacrimal duct for 5 minutes and then you're good as new. If however, for some reason you want to acquire a slice (or two) of tension headache amid lush cinematography, try Ato Bautista's "Gemini". And bring two boxes of super-strength, extended release Ibuprofen with you.   

Guaranteed tension headache.


Mabel receives news of her daughter's untimely demise.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Nico Salvador's "Tatay Kong Bading" - Elementary Cinema Returns


Ike (Ike Sadiasa) is an preachy father of four, including grown up Mia (Mia Henares) and her younger brothers. Mia is a hard-working ambulant vendor whose brothers gather and sell wood. But life isn't all that bad. Mia maintains a relationship with charming Charles (Charles Delgado) who, unknown to Mia, is her father's object of desire. (He buys him drinks in plastic cellophanes. How chic, right?) Meanwhile, young lovers Barbie (Barbara Chavez) and Mico (Mico Madrid) can't keep their hands off each other, a sight that makes Mia despairingly envious. After all, her swishy father has just reminded her to finish her studies first so she can eventually help send her brothers to school.

One day, Mia comes home with a bad news. "May nangyari po sa amin ni Charles. Magsasama na po kami," she confesses to her livid father. She gets a slap and a mouthful, but this gets her to share her room with Charles who calms down his would-be in-law with a mere pat on the back.

But despite the seeming calm after the storm, Ike secretly talks to Alfonso (Enrique Sapanta), the kanto boy who's forty-turning-fifty. "Matagal na kitang gustong maging manugang," prods Ike who asks Alfonso to devise a scheme that would hopefully break Mia's relationship with Charles.

Alfonso then abducts Mia and rapes her. This frustrates Charles so that he goes on a drinking spree. He haunts Alfonso down and stabs him - without any one aware of his delectable act of vengeance. One night, Charles comes home dead drunk. Effusively benevolent Ike then assists his strapping son-in-law to bed, then (whaddayaknow?) in Charles' drunken stupor offers to massage him. (He can't even walk. Why would he sit up for a massage?) The wrinkly father-in-law then gets his hand on him - and, subsequently, his buccal mucosa to taste what his daughter has been feasting on. But inflagrante delicto, Mia catches her father with his mouth errrr... "full". What to do?

The morning after, Ike sees the error of his ways. He wails with grief, "Ipinagkanulo ko ang aking anak para sa isang lalaki," he cries ever so horridly - but of course he elicits his sense of remorse after he's tasted (more than) a few inches of Charles. (wink wink)

He grabs what seems like a blunt knife (the one served to gently slice meat during fine dining), runs faster than Usain Bolt, heads to the shore, cries further like a toddler on false teeth, kneels down, and dramatically stabs himself. Ouch. Not with a blunt knife. Everyone rushes to his dying body and cries. End.

In this scene, Sadiasa checks his son-in-law's wares while he bathes.
Director Mike Angelo Salvador's return to B-movie territory (he directed "Mahilig" in 2010 and has another film, "Bayad Utang" released this year)) is as randomly vacuous as his previous work. In fact, it isn't the easiest thing piecing together one coherent story from the way he presents his narrative. The progression of scenes seem aimless, and the running logic feel arbitrary at best. In the story, he dreams of a good future for his daughter yet he allows a "kanto boy" to rape her and be her new lover? Huh? Do we even see him work?

Lazy and inept film making is at play here. What's painfully evident is the lack of a back story. How did someone as effete (and old) as Ike have four children? Where is the children's mother? A case of supply-the-missing narrative? And if he really wanted good education for his daughter, why don't we even see her go to school; not even a pretense of studying, or wearing a uniform for that matter? A lot of things are missing in this narrative bubble. If you aren't flabbergasted yet, wait until a chirpy French song plays in the background. How avant-garde indeed.

GETTING IT ALL WRONG

Ike Sadiasa, gloriously swishy, wrinkly and balding - and can't act to save his life - gets "executive producer" credit as well, although this film could possibly be produced by the director's family. If you want more clues to this outfit's harebrained artistry, check their theatrical poster. They can't even get their stars' names right. And if you haven't noticed, the scriptwriter won't even assign fictitious names to his characters, thus the characters in the story carry the stars' screen names. Didn't I say lazy? Mia Henares becomes Mia Henandez. Barbara Chavez becomes Barbie Chaves. I could even hazard a guess that Enrique Sapanta could actually be "Zapanta".

Kristine Mina is prominently on display on the theatrical poster, you'd think she was central to all these shenanigans. Mina plays a balikbayan lass whose idea of a good time is "maligo sa tabo" than "to frolic on Philippine beaches" because, according to her, she's gotten tired of the beaches of Canada. Huh? Havey na havey, debah? Edit her out of the movie, it wouldn't change the story. Her presence is mere conceit and remains disposable. Yet she highlights the poster. Go figure.

The only flicker of light in this godawful flick is Charles Delgado who's sorely missed in Pink celluloid. Delgado has always been a comfortable, albeit generous actor (in ways you can imagine); not long on gravitas but nevertheless conveys a natural demeanor every time he's on screen. You would if you started baring your inches when you were just an impressionable minor. (He blazed the Pink cinema trail when he was barely 16.) He has since retired and gone bulky; a far cry from his twinky image in the past.

In one scene, Mico and Barbie canoodle with each others' bits while Mia looks on. She tells them, "Itigil nyo na yan. Naiinggit na ako." The couple won't stop. So Mia giggly repeats her message, "Tumigil na kayo." They don't. How many times does she repeat this line - before it changes to another scene? Five. That's the width, breadth and extent of the film maker's imagination. I rest my case.  
 
Watch that nose. Barbie Chavez delivers as awkwardly as her screen partner Mico Madrid.

Sadiasa does hari-kiri with a blunt knife while Charles and Mia try to stop him.