Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Vince Tan's Laro - Comedy Beyond Sex Comedy


Melos (Tofee Calma) is an ISO-certified egotistical, recently out-of-work, albeit flamboyantly swishy director who alienates everyone around him. He is why “cantankerous’ and “shrew” were coined. After having lost yet another account at an advertising firm, Melos finds himself out of people to oppress and “games” to play (thus the title) so he conjures one in the confines of his household.

In the said houselhold, Melos employs Aljur (James Pinca), the driver who moonlights as his gardener and masseur; and Dingdong (Brad Laurente), the houseboy (a former welder) who steadily dismisses his employer’s sexual advances. To concoct a story out of his employees, Melos invites Aljur’s estranged wife Bea (Irish Contreras) to work for him. Aljur and Bea have been married for 4 years, but after a financial debacle with Bea’s father, Aljur storms out of his marriage, departing Isabela and finding a job in Manila. The couple hasn’t seen each other in a year. Aljur is appalled working alongside Bea, but helpless with the turn of events. He has to live and stay with his wife who still has the hots for him. To further thicken the plot, Melos locates Dingdong’s girl friend Angelica (Jenaira Chu) who just finished her contract as a sales clerk at a mall, and is thus, unemployed. Melos offers her a job as housekeeper.

Now that all the characters have been accounted for, the willful director plots a sexual rigodon that would have married Bea seduce Brad, and have Angelica beguile the married Aljur. It’s a perfect scenario worth writing about, right? But little did Melos realize, that such couplings would, errr... “bend” in the most unforeseen manner.



Sex comedy is a rarely dealt cinematic genre mostly because local humor is mostly huddled by the lack of genuine comic ideas and inspired writing. Vince Tan’sLaro” succeeds in the most unusual manner. It is funny when it shouldn’t be, and is even more hilarious in its technical proficiency. The writer tries hard to fill his story with too much verbal clutter, you do wonder which book of quotations he’s taken them from. This is the other spectrum of a drugged out Danny Zialcita, where everyone is equipped with a badly delivered repartee.

Let’s start with the opening scene at a conference room where a storyboard meeting is taking place. When a presentation displeases Melos, he conflagrates like a daft faggot, mouthing his English lines with ridiculous struggle, I seriously felt sad for the Queen’s language. When will directors learn a simple lesson? If your actor bleeds from his simple English lines, it’s wiser to have him deliver in Tagalog. Or you run the risk of having him dig himself a hole, while uncomfortably writhing in precarious splendor. When the English language sends your actors to anaphylactic shock, throw a lifevest of Tagalog phrases!









Tofee Calma has been in the business for more than a decade (“Divino: Anak ni Totoy Mola”, “Init ng Laman”, “Bawal”, “Magagandang Hayop”, “Paligayahin Mo Ako”, “Dalagang Dagat” – and no, he didn’t play the mermaid), but watching him perform on screen felt like he hasn’t learned much from his enviable resume (where he mostly played the leading man). It was painful to watch him and even more so listening to him. If you’ve always wondered if Calma – playing a homosexual director – is indeed gay, you would have your doubts here. That’s how bad he is as an actor. He is awkward and he articulates as though there’s a gum stuck in his incisors and a furball down his larynx. He fills his persona with wasted facial contortions and lavishly unnecessary animated spiels; it was like a bad drag show in a two-bit comedy bar. When a character eventually quips, “You’re out of ritz” when it’s an easy “reach” – I had goose bumps! These are the personalities who populate the advertising world? Gosh, my yaya can enunciate better! It must have been all those years peeping through windows in my Speech and Drama classes! 

The film generously delivers the requisite nudities – both male and female; lots of them in fact! James Pinca, who registers strongly, enjoys half a dozen shower scenes. What would the Pink Film industry be like if shower scenes were discarded and banned altogether, can you imagine? It would be catastrophic! Each pink film would lose more than 50% of their running time. Shiver! Now back to Pinca; yes, he has several full monties, some in split-second flashes; others in more gratuitous displays. Unfortunately, Pinca’s promise in Vince Tan’sPrivate Nights” dwindles into inevitable squander. He throws his lines like a 6 year old and his verbal cadence is almost always a uniform discourse. Pinca’s delivery feels like a dimension of emotionality starkly present in the most sublime experiences – like when buying pork chop! It is sad!

But – if Pinca is misguided by his non-directing director, Brad Laurente does even worse. In fact, Pinca becomes a luminous thespian beside Laurente whose declarative sentences are similar to his interrogative and exclamatory! His character – houseboy Dingdong (carelessly written “Dindong” at the credits) is constantly seduced by his employer Melos. Aljur keeps suggesting that he should take advantage of Melos’ indecent proposal. When it was Bea’s turn to seduce him, he gladly acquiesces with her warning: “Sige tanggihan mo ako, sisigaw ako!” When his girl friend joins him there, this displeased him. Why? The motivation of this character is so sketchy, I might as well benefit from counting the nails on my ceiling than trying to make sense from the narrative at hand!










Irish Contreras, looking heavier than when she was a Viva Hot Babe (see photo somewhere in this post for comparison), fills her character with a lot of – ugh – noise! She’s the scorned wife who’s eventually found her husband – miraculously! She appears in some full frontal scenes – including one where she shares the shower with Pinca. Jenaira Chu offers a mammarian peekaboo while she tries to seduce Pinca.

The lines spouted by the characters are a mere smokescreen of their emptiness. Try this one: “Katulong ka lang dito,” declares Angelica, then further says,”Ako, housekeeper!” I am glad she sees a thin line dividing the two terms. I don’t! In another scene, Melos accuses Dingdong: “Nakatikim ka lang ng bagong putahe, nagbago ka na!” But Dingdong hasn’t really changed. He still rebuffs his employer’s advances. Whatever change Melos is referring to must have been edited out? Or are the director and scriptwriter merely perplexed? There are ominous and repeated references to plants and animals: “Ang pusa kapag nakalingat, maghahanap ng iba!” Then there are allusions on “hilaw na langka”, “hilaw na papaya” and their “dagta”! Aren’t we getting too zoological and botanical? Fun!

There’s more: “Matuto kayong kumilatis ng ginto para ‘di kayo matanso!” Melos advises Bea and Angelica. But he himself was a victim of the boys’ deception, wasn’t he? Bea even describes her genitals as “nasusungkit sa putik” while Angelica’s was straight out of the “burak”. Ano daw? Doesn’t sungkit involve an elevated place? As far as I’m concerned, you wade in the mire; you don’t pick mud. Jos ko! The whole film is filled with such utter nonsense, scrounging the savoir vivre of “No Other Woman” this side of Pink Cinema. Some lines come too soon, like coitus interruptus: when Bea catches Angelica fiddling Aljur’s joystick, she retorts: “Ang galling n’yong mag patay malisya!” – even before they’re able to do just that! How can they feign innocence when they haven’t even seen her yet?




Jenaira Chu masters the "smoldering look". She has exactly similar poses in "Anton Tubero" and "Kubli".


Director Vince Tan has rechristened himself (a symbolic "rebirth" maybe?) , doing away with his old moniker – Neal “Buboy” Tan – the purveyor of dozens of B-exploitation flicks in the 90’s: “Kakaibang Karisma”, “Siya’y Nagdadalaga”, “Pilya”, “Campus Scandal”, “Shirley”, “Maldita”, “Kalabit”, “Puri”, “Check-Inn”, etc. Check those films shown in rundown cinemas in Quiapo, Baclaran, and elsewhere; they’re probably Neal Tan’s masterpieces! As Vince Tan, he has unfortunately fielded 3 flicks this year: “Anton Tubero”, “Private Nights” and “Laro”. Now tell me: how can someone with Tan’s “facility” keep churning out cinematic dregs while brilliant directors like Chris Martinez can only manage one and one-third (“Temptation Island”, “Gunaw” segment of “My Valentine Girls”)?

It is an unjust world.

James Pinca


James Pinca


Irish Contreras masters the art of devouring


Brad Laurente


Brad Laurente


Brad Laurente



Tofee Calma


Irish Contreras


Irish Contreras


Jenaira Chu



Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Inhale - Baltasar Kormakur's Harrowing Morality Tale


150,000 people are being trafficked all over the world for their organs annually. In America alone, about 240,000 awaits for their life saving organs, and this “industry” has become lucrative. But the fact is, acquiring such organs isn’t a walk in the park. It goes through a coterie of tedious examinations, medical “politics” and – well – red tape. Then there's the staggering financial requirement to consider.

CAPSULE

Young Chloe (Mia Stallard) doesn’t have much time to wait. One of her lungs is about to collapse, and time is a palpable ticking time bomb. Paul and Diane Stanton (Dermot Mulroney and Diane Kruger, respectively) are out of their wits finding that specific donor for their frail daughter. Despite their financial capability, the official list has Chloe far from the priority, and Paul, a high profile lawyer, is getting desperate. When he hears of a rumor that has a colleague James Harrison (Sam Shepard) getting taken off the list for a “heart”, he pursues Harrison who initially denies such ruse. With Paul’s persistence, he learns of an illicit operation in Mexico.

So Paul takes his bag of money and braves the menacing border town of Juarez seeking for a Dr. Martinez who’s curiously plying the underfoot monopoly – but Martinez seems to be a sinister ghost. No one seems to know him. Along Paul’s expedition, he gets mugged, blackmailed, sexually abducted by a transvestite – but he wouldn’t budge. He will snag a pair of lungs for Chloe – even if it kills him! With the help of a street urchin, he finally traces Aguilar (Jordi Molla), the town's slimy chief of police. For $200,000, the ball rolls towards his goal. He calls Diane to take Chloe to Juarez for an immediate operation. Has Aguilar found an appropriate donor?

On the day Paul was to leave town to see his child elsewhere, he bids the gang of street children who has been helping him around the treacherous neighborhood. He “bribes” each kid and talks to a young one everyone calls “Little Shrimp” (Camaronito). But before he drives away, a charging bike runs over the child, hitting “Little Shrimp” down. An ambulance suddenly appears and takes him away. Paul’s nagging suspicion eventually takes him to a hideaway where “Little Shrimp” lies unconscious on an operating gurney, the young boy’s chest splayed open, ready for a “lung extraction”. Meanwhile, Chloe is waiting at another hospital for her new lung. It was time for Paul to decide for himself – would he do the right thing, and in the process, lose her daughter?




I’ve always loved Icelandic director Baltasar Kormakur’s works – mostly shown in film festivals and art cinemas abroad. In fact, I’ve seen several of his works – “101 Reykjavik”, “The Sea”, “A Little Trip to Heaven” (with Julia Stiles and Forrest Whitaker),; even the ones where he appears as an actor in “Me and Morrison”, “No Such Thing” and “Devil’s Island”. I was mostly surprised to find “Inhale” set in North America and Mexico. You see, a lot of world cinema's brilliant directors usually fail when given a North American flick to direct.

Fortunately for Kormakur, the narrative is a compelling drivel that has you rooting for Paul who has to go through so much just to have this "secret association" agree to get his daughter a lung - only to find out much later the grim twists of his wishes. The movie ultimately puts to test the moral fiber of the viewer. If you were in Paul's shoes, what would you do? It is indeed a dilemma to be judgmental knowing what you know, but sometimes, reality bites you like a thief in the night.

I have issues with the movie's conclusion. I won't say what it is, but it is a little dubious. On the whole, it is a smudge in an otherwise laudable film making effort.

I have heard of Juarez before. In fact, I've seen it featured in a travel documentary where the host of the show actually gets harassed by a mob of conniving taxi drivers. I've reviewed this documentary here. Juarez is the epicenter of lawlessness in Mexico and the crime center of the country where bandits, corrupt cops and desperation share a landscape of chaos.

Kormakur's ensemble is a solid cast, but most of its narrative pulse hails from Mulroney who's in most scenes. Kruger does well as the impetuous mother who continually goads her hubby to "do something". It was upsetting when Paul was trying to tell Diane how the organs are "harvested", but Diane just quips, "Don't tell me. I don't wanna know." I would personally choose to be cognizant of everything I come across with. It is how I make my decisions - informed consent, thus making me aware that every action has moral repercussions; then I have to live with them for the rest of my life.



Paul and Diane consults with their doctor (Rosanna Arquette)



Harrison shares his secret with Paul.











Dermot Mulroney


Dermot Mulroney plays Paul Stanton


Diane Kruger plays Diane Stanton


Diane Kruger


Diane Kruger


Diane Kruger


Director Baltasar Kormakur (left) and actor Jordi Molla (right) : they might as well be brothers. Kormakur will come out with "Contraband" next year, starring Mark Wahlberg, Ben Foster and Kate Beckinsale. It's a remake of his film "Reykjavik-Rotterdam" (2009) where Kormakur also acted.


Jordi Molla - He was in several great films ("Jamon Jamon", "Flower of my Secret"). Now he has done countless mainstream features.



Sunday, November 6, 2011

Aswang – Of Lazy Runners and Subterranean Monsters


When Gabriel and Anya’s (Albie Casino and Jillian Ward respectively) parents figure in a property dispute, the siblings suddenly find themselves orphans when their household is massacred by hired assassins Rodel, Queenie and the reluctant Daniel (Marc Abaya, Nina Jose and Paulo Avelino respectively). To escape their parents’ slayers, their getaway vehicle eventually takes them to far flung Pampanga, looking for a distant relative they couldn’t locate.

But amidst deceptively bucolic sugarcane fields and ramshackle dwellings, something sinister is gripping San Isidro. The rural folk speak in hushed whispers, goading them not to stay on. People are dying from a paroxysm of attacks brought about by blood-curdling, albeit ravenous creatures called “abwak” – humanoid forms that hybrid giant lizards and crows that travel by flight and subterranean inclination (think big “moles”). Suddenly, San Isidro becomes the unseemly setting of this life-and-death chase. Little did Gabriel, Anya and their assailants know that creatures more deleterious than the vagaries of human greed lurk at the fringes of the barrio.

While scampering for shelter, Gabriel and Anya, hopelessly aimless and wayward, are unaware that the baddies have traced their whereabouts.

Daniel and company arrive in Pampanga. Then comes the enigmatic Hasmin who seemingly glides into the place like a breath of fresh air. When Daniel finally meets the lass, he couldn’t shake her off his mind, but on his way to further seek her, he’s attacked by an abwak. How does he survive the attack? Will he find Gabriel and Anya? More importantly, would he be able to pull the trigger this time?

And why is a hitman like Daniel circumspect?








Director Jerrold Tarog weaves a tale that would, from the ground up, hold your attention as he takes advantage of cultural mores and rich local color of the Philippine countryside. The “abwak” hails from Tarog’s imagination, his new age version of the “aswang” afflicting the countryside. Sounds like a modern masterpiece, right?

Unfortunately, it isn't.

Tarog is able to realize the visual stipulation that concocts this monster. After all, a horror piece rests its raison d’etre on a feasible, convincing monster. The creature itself is a local version of the “graboids” from Ron Underwood’s 90’s flick “Tremors”. And let’s not forget “Dune’s” sandworms. What bothers me is its wavering nature. It’s a humanoid form that can transform itself into a crow-like creature; it can subsist underwater like a “bayawak”, then burrow itself underground like subterranean animals. (See example here: http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v427/n6973/images/427409a-i2.0.jpg) or here: http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110629175747/multiverses/images/e/ec/Kobold.jpg

If an abwak is indeed as versatile as it’s supposed to be, why are their numbers dwindling? Isn’t such trait advantageous for natural selection and evolution? Flight allows them to explore other places and disperse their species. But they choose to stay in a sparsely populated barrio at the risk of eventually wiping out their kind. What gives?

Aswang” fails to deliver a sense of urgency in several scenes that require heart-stopping pursuits. In one of its earlier scenes alone, when an abwak attacks a drunken JC Tiuseco on his way home, the monster throws his victim down and you don’t even see the victim parry the creature’s attack. He just looked at him, enamored by his prosthetics, with upper extremities flaccid and passive - and allowing the monster to take a huge bite. Thus begins our foray into some of the laziest victims this side of gorefest.




LAZY VICTIMS

While on the run, you hardly feel the immediacy of flight when Albie Casino and Jillian Ward drive away from the killers. Most of the film would have them in constant lackadaisical departure. Check out the scene when they were rescued by Hasmin from the abwaks’ cavern before they turn into food. Instead of running for safety and fleeing as fast as they could, you find these dingbats leisurely walking “in the park”. If you’re about to become part of the buffet, would you take your sweet time to leave?

The same laziness is found in scenes involving head henchman Rodel (Marc Abaya) who, after getting attacked by the same monsters, preferred staying on. You experience the incursion of monsters first hand and you choose to merely stand beside your vehicle and wait for your comrades? This doesn't make sense. When he eventually runs out of bullets in a later scene, he turns away – and walks! Yes, he walks away from the creatures! Haven’t people in Tarog’s world ever heard of that verb called “run”? This preposterous apathy among victims take the fun away in a movie that’s supposed to pump our adrenaline by laying on a good dose of thrill and urgency; the instinct of “fight or flight” has been disregarded in cinema’s most indolent thriller.

How do you – as an audience – relate to a scary movie when the characters plagued by monsters aren't even too concerned to flee – even when the creatures come charging by? This sense of apathy doesn't belong to such genre, i.e. “suspense thriller” but to a middling drama with a director whose vision is focused on his generation of atmosphere and visual effects than on character development, persuasive performance and viable staging of dread, of panic, of trepidation.



The narrative has so much on its plate. It hobbles the cinematic focus. There’s Daniel’s back story (why he turns into a hunky vengeful dingbat who can’t pull the trigger, you’d suspect he has a degenerative muscular disease); there’s Hasmin and sisters Stella and Isabel’s (Precious Lara Quigaman and the promising Ana Vicente) morbid historical past; the impending wedding of Hasmin to their tribal leader Ipo Moises (Bembol Roco), a budding romance, etc.

Lovi Poe glides through her character like an arcane damsel filled with pathos and compunction. She is in fact the film’s single salvation, although Paulo Avelino doesn’t do so badly himself. But Avelino’s character teeters with brimming indecisiveness. Though he is introduced as someone with the conviction to avenge his slain father, he mostly comes off irresolute. Poe and Avelino’s chemistry is undeniable though. They look good together and they navigate the silver screen with a degree of tension and diversion.


Nina Jose as Queenie







Albie Casino, good looking as he is, is surprisingly droll - and stiff. He wasn’t this bad in “Mara Clara”, but in “Aswang”, he fills his character Gabriel with pussyfoot demeanor, you’re almost sure he isn’t capable of fathering a child from the get-go. But then appearances are deceiving. Casino, as Gabriel, navigates his surroundings with detachment, ironic in itself considering Gabriel just lost his parents in the most violent way. Doesn't Gabriel deserve an emotional girth the size of Araneta Coliseum? He might as well be enjoying a day out in a leisure park than eluding 1) assassins, 2) flesh-eating creatures. Why are the most beautiful faces the hammiest of actors? (Richard Gutierrez: check; Aljur Abrenica: check!) Jillian Ward’s “I’m a cute tyke” schtick doesn’t work either; her posturings are more annoying than “cute” since cuteness doesn’t make a horror movie.

Marc Abaya, playing the meaner-than-mean head assassin, once again takes his character with livid thespic strokes, you can’t help suspect he would eventually transmogrify into Beelzebub himself. This depiction is exactly similar to his role in Joaqui Valdez’sDagim” (about cannibals in the mountains). He could have hopped from that set to this, there wouldn’t be discernable contrariety. This has always been Abaya’s unfortunate inclination. When he portrays, he goes all out, with no heed for restraint. Sad.

Precious Lara Quigaman is decorative as Stella (Hasmin’s elder sister), and actually provides emphasis on the excesses of Tarog’s story. Tarog could have done away with the character and come out with a tighter story. Why does Ipo Moises (Bembol Roco) threaten Hasmin with Stella’s well being when he could have done it on Hasmin herself? Joem Bascon plays Kuya Efren, Stella’s beau, but isn't given much. In fact, Nina Jose registers better as Queenie, one of the assassins. She looks enthralling and menacing - like a James Bond belle; a more effective tack as a nemesis than all the ministrations of Nonie Buencamino (who plays the mastermind) and Marc Abaya combined.

The languid pace of the narrative could have worked well before the requisite escalation into cinematic fireworks. The creatures could have been powerful images that stick to our consciousness. A lot of things could have worked. But it takes me back to the apparent disinterest of the victims when being pursued by the subterranean creatures – and, of course, Albie Casino’s enthralling cluelessness. If they cared less about being eaten alive, why should I care?



Lovi Poe


Lovi Poe


Paulo Avelino


Paulo Avelino



Paulo Avelino comes to his own as a leading man.


Albie Casino



Albie Casino


Albie Casino


Jillian Ward


Marc Abaya in "Dagim"


Marc Abaya