Sunday, June 10, 2012

Ladies & Gentlemen, Another Plagiarist - "Pink Movies"




Deja vu? Now here we go again!

Not quite a month from my last grief, I have once again discovered the shameless shenanigans of some people. Part of my review for "Daklot" has once again been used without due attribution or permission. Again? You better believe it.

If you were hiding in a rock and missed the aforementioned, here it is - http://makemeblush2.blogspot.com/2012/05/like-getting-raped-blush-gets-violated.html (Pinoy Indie Cinema - the usurper and uber-plagiarist - has been taken down and is now but a figment of memory!)

ANOTHER RUDE DISCOVERY

I was just researching for better photos (I make it a point to provide photos of a movie's cast so people know who I am talking about, thus making my verbose reviews a little more tolerable) for one of the actors in another Pink Film I am writing about (Cleo Paglinawan's "Mga Lalake sa Balsa" - review of this film follows after this post) when I chanced on a site - Pink Movies (Movies in Pink) which seems quite popular. In fact, I've come across this site in the past.

What I cannot fathom is, how can people so shamelessly lift my work without acknowledgment? Is it really so hard to do that? It's not like this blogger "borrowed" just 3 or 5 words, but 89 words I slaved to write. I had to go out of my way and find these scary cinemas, pay for the admission, suffer in silence just to watch, then force myself to write a review. Only to be copy pasted by dimwits who are too lazy and "inutil" to acknowledge his source!

WHAT'S SO DIFFICULT?

Now why is it so difficult to attribute and acknowledge the writer of the piece? Sure, he has a disclaimer that somehow allows him to sleep at night after copy pasting other people's works - but no disclaimer is an excuse for plagiarism. No disclaimer is ever an excuse to steal intellectual property.

Plagiarism is stealing!

Now I do not want to close down another blogsite. I am no bully (I hate People's Republic of China with a  passion for claiming to own what's clearly not theirs), but what's mine should be regarded and recognized as mine. So I shall wait for a positive action, i.e. "removal of those 89 words" from the aforementioned site - or I shall file another Copyright Infringement Case (which is a tedious process). I have done this before and this should get easier.

As proof, compare the written material from "Pink Movies" (above) and "Make Me Blush" (below).

If there's further delay in my posting two successive Pink Films Reviews (I have a backlog of 6 Pink Films, all shown this year 2012), blame it on these plagiarists!


Ohgawd!  I hope this doesn't become a monthly dilemma.







Thursday, June 7, 2012

Boy Pick-Up The Movie - Verve and Extended Silliness



Boy Pick-Up (Ogie Alcasid) has got his “rock and roll” in place. This allows him to lord it over during the Pick-up Competition (a street-wise freestyle modern Balagtasan, if you will) where he remains undefeated. This ballsy strut allows him to survive in his own little world where he struggles with unemployment, neighborhood skirmishes, unpaid rent, and the lascivious transvestite landlord Sharona (Diego) eternally seducing him. Things perk up for the beloved protagonist when he unwittingly fills up an urgently vacated position at a newly opened Heaven’s Bakeshop – James (Victor Aliwalas), the pastry chef, was caught by his betrothed and shop owner Angel (Solenn Heussaff) in syrupy flirtation with one of the girls. With James’ departure, Boy is asked to demonstrate his specialty: the fish cake (a P20 besugo decocted with flour and a yellow polka dot bikini – huh?) Soon, every customer in the bakery is salivating for the heady, slavering aroma of the delicacy. With heavy demand queuing in the shop, disaster is averted. Boy gets hired as the shop’s popular new pastry chef – to the consternation of shop assistants Mayumi and Bogart (Survivor castaways Maey Bautista and Albert Sumaya). Moreover, Angel is irresistibly drawn to the nonchalant charm of her new employee.




Unknown to Boy, storm is brewing elsewhere. Boy Pick-up’s popularity has spawned a heart break. When Gabs’ bride (Sarah Labahti) embarrassingly drops him during her wedding march, the groom is fraught with desperation. He finds himself saved from suicide and imminent death (he almost drowned) by a mysterious character who transforms him into a goth toughie (six facial piercings, dark lipstick, dyed hair and the penetrating look of an avenging resurrection), vowing retribution for his lost love. Gabs metamorphoses to the menacing Bagwis (Dennis Trillo).

While Boy and Angel bask in their mutual fondness, Bagwis stalks the duo with menacing fervor. He must take Boy Pick-up down, but how? By taking what’s most important to him: Angel, his job, his pet fish Goldie and his championship. And at the next round, Bagwis takes all these with an easy swipe. Boy loses everything. What’s a local hero to do? With the help of Boy Back-up (Eri Neeman), Boy enlists the help of the “Master” (Joey “Pepe” Smith) to regain his “rock and roll”.  


The birth of Bagwis: from heart break to attitude.



Sharona looks like a wigged Bituin Escalante. Here, he shouts: "I don't need money! I have money!"


Ogie Alcasid and writer Aloy Adlawan pick a rambunctious segment from a popular television gag show and expound it into a cinematic piece. After all, this has a huge, albeit loyal following (netizens take the world wide web to show their appreciation through various fan pages). People who are not familiar with the characters will nonetheless find something pleasant with the film because the performances are perniciously enthusiastic, you can’t help but embrace the zaniness therein. However, there's a limit to embracing absurdity and this will eventually catch up if left protracted. After all, even humor has to have logical strain to be truly intelligible or coherent. Flights of fancy have short windows of expiration - and when inadvertently amplified, even the diverting portions will get dragged down. Like this one.

Ogie Alcasid embraces Boy Pick-up with such encompassing amplitude, you sometimes forget how silly the situations he gets himself in. Surely, there are moments of character inconsistencies: Boy Pick-up starts with a pucker, a protruding pout and a delivery akin to a slowed down record. Midway into the film, he forgets these and delivers his lines a la Ogie Alcasid. It's the element of invariability that makes the mark of an unforgettable filmic hero. 

Solenn Heussaff shines anew in another out-of-the-box portrayal as shop owner Angel. Though not part of the Bubble Gang posse, Heussaff's inclusion lends the story a sense of groundedness; that indeed this isn't all insanity, providing adequate leverage for the situational drama that the movie requires. Her performance is succinct, adorable (read: hindi maarte) and vanity-free, you know exactly why Heussaff is gradually turning out to be one of the country's best new talents! Her chemistry with Alcasid is so palpable that we had to laugh when she pours her sadness over bagoong and green mango ("May bagoong pala ang kamay ko" - then she bawls like a baby). I have never had so much fun watching something nonsensical. It's not such a wonder then why Sam Pinto - whose beloved Neneng B. character is such a household name - is relegated to "extra" duties in the film. She appears only during competitions, regaling the championship stage with her utter beauty - and nothing else! Knowing what I know about Pinto's thespic capability, she would have brought disaster to an already logic-challenged piece.   





Director Dominic Zapata peppers his movie with a dazzling array of cameos (Boy Abunda, Dr. Vicky Belo, Jackie Rice, Ian Batherson, Antonio Aquitania, Lilia Cuntapay as Boy Pick-up's mother,Gabby Eigenmann, Director Joey Reyes, Bong Revilla, Michael V, et.al.) and myopically gathers some of the most absurd jokes I've ever had to encounter. In fact, some of them don't even have punchlines to speak of, it's ridiculous. Here are a few:

 Boy Pick-up: "I put the win... in penguin." (He has a toy penguin that blows bubbles on his dresser.)

***

Boy Back-up: "Ano po ba ang gamot sa depression?"
Brod Pete: Ayon sa kasulatan, heto ang gamot: (sings) 'Mister DJ, can I make a request...' Pero instead na mister, ito ay "master" (alluding to masturbation)

***
Bong Revilla: May ibibigay akong "bong" para sa iyo?
Neneng B. (Sam Pinto): "Ano?"
Bong Revilla: "Ibibigay ko ang 'bong' puso ko."

***
Boy Pick-up: "Bakit bilog ang buwan, ang zero, ang aquarium...?"
Angel: "Bakit?"
Boy Pick-up: Kasi ikaw ang isda sa puso ko." (Didn't I say silly?)

***
Person 1: "Sana ikaw na ang Y."
Person 2: "Bakit?"
Person 1: "Kasi ikaw na ang kasunod sa ex ko."

***

Person 1: "Kape ka ba?"
Person 2: "Bakit?"
Person 1: "Kasi gusto kitang ma-kape-ling!"

***

Angel: "Bakit duck yan?" (Referring to Boy's umbrella handle.)
Boy: "Kasi pan-duck!" (pandak)

***
Moymoy: Mangga ko is 'awesome'.
Boy: "Ma ah-sim!" (asim)
Moymoy: "Awe-some"

***

Boy: "Bakit problema ko parang kuting?"
Angel: "Bakit?"
Boy: "Meow!" (Huh?)

***

Boy: "Angel, taxi ka ba?"
Angel: "Bakit?"
Boy: "...dumating sa buhay ko." (Really now!)

***

Bagwis: "Sirena ka ba?"
Angel: "No!"   (And the joke is...?)

As you see, some of the lines here verge on the esoteric so it's set up like a hit and miss predisposition. But most of them rely on the boundless enthusiasm of its peppy cast who shows what camaraderie does to even the lamest jokes. There is much to do with the evolution of Dennis Trillo's "Gabs" who turns into the certifiably menacing "Bagwis", but what promised to be a full throttle showdown ends up into a mediocre finish coupled with a fast resolution (Labahti embraces Trillo after losing to Boy Pick-up at the rematch) that didn't deserve the "creation" of Bagwis. It's a case of much ado over nothing. If anything, this movie shows Trillo's versatility. In fact, he does a mean "pick-up" spiel; and puts a believable streetwise swagger.

"Boy Pick-Up The Movie" runs like a protracted gag show - but it really is one. Its humor is patchy, but the performances more than make up for the unevenness of the material. When actors are as exuberant as these lot, you tend to forget that there really is nothing much in the cinematic paraphernalia but a bunch of fake peso bills.



Certifiably sinister

Bubbles Gang posse

Sarah Lahbati finds Gabs again.

Boy Pick-up and Angel reunite.

The "Master" espouses rock and roll.



Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Prometheus & Piranha 3DD - The Riveting and the Revolting



December 21, 2093 - Close to the end of the 21st century, the Prometheus, a scientific space exploration team was sent by the Wayland Corporation to a distant planet in deep space using a similar pictogram from different unrelated ancient civilizations - the Aztecs, the Mayans, the Sumerians, etc. Somehow, this expedition - costing $1 trillion dollars to finance - believes that extra-terrestrial beings much like the humans are sending these signals so they could be found. What's more interesting is, this discovery could answer centuries-old questions about the existence of man. Would we finally meet our Maker? Would this journey finally end 3 centuries of Darwinism?

Seventeen men and women finally reach the toxic atmosphere of the planet - they've in fact awakened from a space slumber of 2 years and 4 months. During which time, David (Michael Fassbender), the android, has manned the ship. The atmosphere outside is venomous and the weather is characterized by the most violent storms. They find a mysterious cave that somehow supports life, but something else lurks in the dark crevices of this subterranean expanse. In fact, they find a figure of a human head with tomb-like structures and puddles of life-supporting water surrounding it. But where are the planet's inhabitants? Moreover, will they ever find more than this seemingly deserted habitat? Or are there really others? 
  


Director Ridley Scott revisits the genre that made classics out of "Blade Runner" and "Alien". In "Prometheus", he propitiously creates another world that's so vivid and arcane that you can't help but get swallowed into the individual journeys of Prometheus' 17-man team. This doesn't have anything to do with the Greek mythology character of the same name (Prometheus is a titan who stole fire from Zeus and gave it to the humans. As punishment, he was bound to a rock and his liver was eaten by an eagle everyday, only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day.) There are distinct character studies laid out within the narrative. But the most fascinating were Dr. Elizabeth Shaw (Noomi Rapace, the original "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo") who heads the scientific team; David (Michael Fassbender), an android who's everything human except not having a soul; Meredith Vickers (Charlize Theron) whose presence baffles as she continuously lurks in the fringes of the ship.

If you've heard of word that this is a prequel to Ridley Scott's "Alien", you would be both right and wrong - and I refuse to discuss it further. Guy Pearce and Patrick Wilson have cameos that help move in the conception of characters that ruminate this enthralling cinematic macrocosm. The prologue will have you reeling way after the rolling of the credits.

Logan Marshall-Green, Noomi Rapace and Michael Fassbender examine the cave.

Charlize Theron and Idriss Alba are caught in a dilemma when a raging storm breaks out .



Noomi Rapace plays the archaeologist Dr. Elizabeth Shaw. She won the role from the likes of Anna Hathaway,  Natalie Portman and Carey Mulligan.

Michael Fassbender gives the film its non-human perspective. He plays David, android and ship's "butler and maintenance personnel". Unfortunately, he has also developed an ego and insecurities.

Michael Fassbender

Michael Fassbender

Gorgeous Charlize Theron plays Meredith Vickers, an employee with a seemingly contentious agenda. It's hard to discuss her character without giving a major spoiler! As Venus Raj once said, "It is major major!

Charlize Theron got the part from early favorites Michelle Yeoh and Angelina Jolie.

Logan Marshall-Green plays Charlie Holloway, Elizabeth's impulsive  and dashing  partner. He's also an archaeologist.

Patrick Wilson plays a welcome cameo as Elizabeth's father. He appears - ever so briefly - at the first half so do not blink! :)






While Scott's Prometheus absolutely bowled us over, John Gulager's "Piranha 3DD" repelled us! This campy gorefest is set in a water resort called "The Big Wet" so you might as well think "television" instead of cinema. In the film, the voracious cannibals head upstream and navigate towards - hold your logical reasoning! - a giant resort! Meanwhile, Maddy (Danielle Panabaker) - a new marine biologist - is back in a small Arizona town where she gets didactic suspicion that the piranhas are indeed coming their way. Unfortunately, the resort's owner - Maddy's dad - wouldn't postpone the opening of the resort in time for Spring Break! Celebrity David Hasselhoff is in fact gracing the inaugural opening with his life saving gadget and red Baywatch shorts! What's worse, Maddy's ex Kyle (Chris Zylka) who's now a police officer won't help her save the day! Good thing, cute guy Barry (Matt Bush) is attentive to Maddy's theories.

Can they avert disaster?

While I understand the narrative structure of a horror-comedy, this film goes beyond camp! The jokes are as bad as the writing. Sure, they've peppered the film with eye-candies - and while they will divert your attention away from the maudlin script and pedestrian story - the novelty of having beautiful people getting devoured by seemingly mechanized creatures eventually wears off.

Yes, piranhas in this movies don't look like piranhas anymore - but autobot-styled caricatures! When the piranhas start attacking in vicious swarm, all the swimmers needed to do was get out of the pool. But what we see are nincompoops who linger in the shallow waters so they could get conveniently bitten. What's more obvious is the absence of a thinking being anywhere in the production. And quite frankly, I have never seen anything as amateurish from a mainstream Hollywood release... until now!
  









Daniele Panabaker plays marine biologist Maddy.

Danielle Panabaker

Matt Bush plays Barry. He has been harboring a crush on Maddy since they were in high school.

Chris Zylka plays corrupt young cop Kyle.

Paul James Jordan plays Travis, one of the early victims.




Monday, June 4, 2012

Born to Love You - Romantic Accidents, Cinematic Mishaps



Disaster strikes every time photographer Rex (Coco Martin) finds tour guide Joey (Angeline Quinto) in a room. In fact, Joey spells calamity in capital letters. She bungles important moments in wedding receptions, vomits on Rex’s lap, falls underwater from a moving boat, and even impulsively slaps the irascible photographer. Rex wants nothing to do with Joey, until a lucrative corporate account throws them together.

Rex needs the dough. Besides, this will keep his fledgling studio afloat. Moreover, he has urgent bills to pay, and this account is crucial to the survival of his studio. Meanwhile, Joey is counting on this project for more clamorous reasons: his indigent – but happy – family is short on cash. Electricity’s been disconnected at home. If things turn out fine, this project could send her to Korea where she plans on finding her biological father.  





After rescuing Joey from near drowning, their relationship evolves into something more amorous. The cat-and-mouse bickering soon turns into a more intimate relationship. Joey takes him home to meet her parents (she has a doting mother Dulce and a loving stepfather Tatay Yoyoy – played by Malu de Guzman and Al Tantay). While Joey opens her world to him, Rex is dismissive where his family is concerned. The burden of his past heavily straddles on his shoulders. When he was a child, his mother (Eula Valdez) packed her bags for a job overseas and never came back. What’s worse, she remarried, leaving Rex’s father (Tonton Gutierrez) a broken man. Fast forward to the present. Rex’s father is dead, and his mother’s new family moves back to Manila.

While Sylvia (Rex’s mother, Eula Valdez) tries hard to bridge the emotional chasm, Rex continues to withdraw himself away from his even-tempered stepfather (Albert Martinez) who’s an influential businessman. When Rex finds himself in a bind (he couldn’t pay his bills and his bank cheques bounce), he adamantly refuses their help. Things come to a head when he learns that he was, in fact, saved by the extended family he abhors. He makes a rabid escape oblivious of Joey’s pleas. Then a vehicular accident once more changes the course of events.





Director Jerome Chavez Pobocan's story moves with disjointed and uneven temperaments (yes, there are several here), fielding irrational characters with obvious affinity to mishaps. Moreover, the telenovela trappings of the back stories feel too contrived and manipulative, you might as well ride the roller coaster while they are piling up the narrative implausibilities.Why such discombobulating troughs and ebbs? The script is essentially a hodgepodge of formulaic strains admixed with a thousand and one dramatic contrivances. Let's throw in several ideas, they think. Some thing's bound to work, debah?. Well, it didn't!

Angeline Quinto fields an asperous performance. She traipses around in awkward, indeterminate moments, vacillating between the dramatic and the comic, but neither translates into anything vaguely sincere.      

Some scenes are even worse, like when she just stares blankly where there should be emotions. Let's take a line for example: "Nararamdaman mo ba ang sinasabi ng puso ko?" (Say what?) "Wag mong tingnan ang wala sa yo. Tingnan mo kung anong meron ka!" Heavy stuff, right? But Quinto ends up with nothing but an emphatic delivery devoid of emotions. You might as well get a kalabasa and make it talk!

Coco Martin does better, although he is likewise hobbled by a burdensome script and his impasse with the English language: "May is-tep pa-der ka na!" "Pers taym mo, Predie?" Even some of his angry lines end up too cumbersome to empathize with. It's easy to lose sympathy because you have an inkling that Rex's pathological grief could be mental illness more than heartbreak. Ang OA eh! He desperately needed help and when he gets it, he turns away, and even huffs like an ingrate!




The problem here is, there are too many scriptwriters tweaking the story, thus focus is lost on divergent concepts stirring the film into everywhere but a logical unraveling of events. There are 2 (or 3) main writers and 6 script consultants, yet they come up with this pedestrian story?! It's almost unfathomable that eight heads worked on this rubbish. Such artistic destitution is getting more indisputable by the second!

Is this romcom? Light romance? Musical? Heavy drama? Existential movie? Try checking all. When Rex is seen standing on a cliff, gazing at a golden sky, you somehow get goosebumps because you knew this was the protracted version of a coffee commercial: Para kanino ka ba gumigising sa umaga? You crash your car on boulders and all you could ask is this fallacious question?

Apparently, the dingbats at the Cinema Evaluations Board (CEB) were tickled pink by such delusions because they rated this a B! What is an impressionable and simplistic group of twats doing in a board that's supposed to pick out gems from theatrical weeds? But maybe this film needs its 50% rebate. After all, when I watched it on a weekend, at a very prime time 7 PM, there were only seven souls populating the huge Galleria cinema! If you were to believe the television hype, you would think there was a pandemonium crowd queuing for this cinematic detritus. Well, there's seven souls and myself. There is justice after all.


Coco Martin plays Rex Manrique

Angeline Quinto plays Joey: Can't even deliver a believable yawn!


Friday, June 1, 2012

Paul Singh Cudail's Hawla - Opprobrious Mentality




Harry (Johnron Tanada) is down on his luck. Unemployed and penniless, he needs fast cash to move away from the cramped dorm he shares with his friend Ethan (Mygz Molino). The latter suggests a concupiscent “booking” with the generous Tattoo Man (John Relucio), a seaman who was once convicted as a drug mule. Unfortunately for the reluctant Harry, his customer gets his kicks sodomizing his men. Anyway, it was something he had to endure to keep his finances afloat.

After finding a new lodging, things start picking up for Harry. He shares his digs with new friends, Brix and Robbie (Francis Cabral and Dice Vergara) who both work as nurses. But something’s amiss. Two weeks into Harry’s stay, he starts to notice Brix’s illicit visits to a seemingly quarantined room in the house. What is Brix hiding? Meanwhile, even Harry’s employment prospect perks up! Pending medical clearance, he gets the green light in a lucrative call center. He even chances on Chris (Rein Soliman) – the random stranger he once shared sexual rendezvous with - as his supervisor.

On the home front, he learns about Berna (Carla Varga), Brix’s very sick mother. And she’s dying from AIDS! She once worked in Kuwait, but got raped by her employer. These days, Berna is kept isolated in a dark room with nothing, but a bed, a fan and a mosquito net! Is she contagious like the plague? She must be. Otherwise, why would they segregate her like a leper? Why is her condition a hushed state of affair even in her own house?  





When Harry reports at the office, he gets the shock of his life when he learns that he is HIV-positive! “Hindi lahat ng callboy may HIV,” he tells his employer with due venom, I am sure the latter couldn’t be anything but dazed. What is this dingbat saying? Who’s accusing him of prostitution? Heavens!

Devastated by his boss’ patronizing demeanor, Harry bolts out of the office, and never comes back. He incessantly mopes, but never shares his condition with Brix and Robbie. When Berna expires, Brix takes her body to the province (why she needs to be cremated elsewhere is befuddling) leaving Harry under Robbie’s competent care. In fact, the latter fawns on him like his own patient. From out of the blue, Robbie confesses that he is gay. And somewhere along the narrative misconjugations, Harry and Robbie get it on – by the staircase! Wehhh!

Will this coupling lend courage to the agonizing Harry?  Will this circumstance allow him to break away from his recondite dilemma? Would Brix and Robbie pursue their Canadian dream now that they’ve received word from their prospective employers? Or will love (believe it or not!) prevail?


Harry (Johnron Tanada) shares brotherly moments with nurse Robbie (Dice Vergara).




BLOOD EXAMS BY XRAY: NEW TECHNOLOGY?

Director Paul Singh Cudail once again displays his profound philistinism to the topic at hand. His paltry insight on HIV and AIDS would have you believe that those inflicted become unproductive individuals, and that they automatically turn scourge of society. In fact, he showcases his ignorance by choosing the call center industry as backdrop to his misleading tale. After all, this industry is believed to have a swarming population of HIV-positive individuals (according to statistical reports). If Cudail is to be believed, that HIV-positive people cannot work at call centers, then it would probably spell catastrophe into the industry. A stark proof of Cudail’s idiocy is a scene showing the medical report that, indeed, Harry was HIV-positive! This paper was amazingly signed by an X-ray technician and a radiologist, instead of a medical technologist and a pathologist! Even my 7-year-old niece and my yaya (who didn’t finish grade school) know who does blood tests, and it isn’t the X-ray man, is it? I had to stop myself from laughing so hard. Geez!



Robbie is Canada-bound.


MAGNIFYING THE SHORT OF IT

Like most Pink Films, the characters in “Hawla” (Cage) had to endure their requisite shower scene so they can flash their family jewels for a millisecond. Of course, it allows Cudail to ogle at Mygz Molino, John Relucio and nubile Dice Vergara as they allow Cudail to exploit them. You can only dream of getting into Cudail’s secret outtakes for his own masturbatory fun! J After all, you can hardly deny Cudail’s conceit where his actors are concerned. The proof, honey, is in the pudding. While Harry is washing his laundry, Ethan joins him in the bathroom so he could soap away his 2 incher. Instead of covering up, Ethan turns to the camera for a second, “adjusts” his towel and in the process, exposes his miniscule jitterbug - and we all clap with joy… err, I mean hilarity! I have never seen anything as “cute”. And really now, while you’re flashing it, it’s never flattering to deliver the goods in the “short” of things! Magnifying glass alert!

These uncomplimentary moments are the director’s fault really. He tends to be walking in a haze while filming this cinematic detritus. Maybe it’s Dice Vergara’s presence that muddles his storytelling adroitness – or the lack of it. Afterall, Vergara looks deliciously fresh, he might as well be newly harvested from Cudail’s Facebook rummages. Unfortunately, Vergara’s presence doesn’t pack a wallop, except when he disrobes and hands Johnron a pack of condom for his hemorrhoidal incursions. Mocha chocolata yaya, indeed! Right, Christina?

THE PERFUNCTORY AND THE SINISTER

Johnron Tanada, the veteran hunk, moves in perfunctory fashion, but seems ill at ease in most of his scenes. He must really hate what he’s doing. Poor guy! John Relucio (as the mean-looking Tattoo Man) figures in a short but scorching scene with the diffident Harry. I'm telling you, all those sinister tattoos (see photo in this post to know what I mean) could singe the timid. Relucio in fact bears a strong presence. Too bad he was relegated to an exploitative cameo



Johnron Tanada


HEAD SCRATCHERS

There are several head scratching moments in this flick. When is HIV testing a prerequisite for local employment? When Chris (Rein Soliman) learns about Harry’s test results, he goes amok. But wait, could he really contract the virus by just fellating the guy? Didn’t they get it on for like 5 minutes? Did he swallow? It sure is possible but statistics about oral sex are limited. The CDC in fact has this to say: “Yes, it is possible for either partner to become infected with HIV through performing or receiving oral sex, though it is a less common mode of transmission than other sexual behaviors (anal and vaginal sex). While no one knows exactly what the degree of risk is, evidence suggests that the risk is less than that of unprotected anal or vaginal sex.

In another scene, a Nihonggo-speaking secretary suddenly joins a long-jawed tranny in a gag-inducing dance – right in the lobby of a call center office! You wonder where this misplaced scene figures in an already bungled narrative. Cudail displays his ineptitude with such flight of ideas.

Now here’s a piece of the call center population. A lady trainor introduces a speaker – even before she identifies who she is – and says: “Our speaker will give you a short messages!” Another scene has an agent taking a call: “This is Kebin. How me I hilp you?” Anyare, ‘te?  And you wonder why quality of this industry is dwindling into fast mediocrity. When Harry was told about his condition (by the Call Center Manager, no less), the latter gives his two cents worth: “Don’t deny the reality if it’s the reality!” Ano daw?

The film’s most grievous sin lies in its stark ignorance of the illness. It does a grave disservice to the thousands of afflicted persons by portraying them as a useless, hopeless, dying breed fit to be caged in a dank, dark room.  Mr. Cudail is too ignorant to realize that a great number of this population is still productive – functional, happy – members of the community! Such opprobrious mentality deserves to be caged!  





Dice Vergara

John Relucio scorches as the Tattoo Man.

John Relucio

Rein Soliman as Chris Ramos, a call center supervisor.

Mygz Molino as Ethan: "Cute".