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Pinas Cinema’s Golden Ages & Their Discontents

This was the text of a short lecture I delivered at the Korean Federation of Film Archives on June 8, 2024, to accompany a retrospective of nine LVN films made between 1939 and 1960. The event was arranged and hosted by KOFA Programmer Park Se-ho in coordination with the Philippine Embassy in Seoul (under Ambassador Maria Theresa B. Dizon-De Vega, with the assistance of Cultural Officer Anthony Cornista); Charlene Park, a Korean born and raised in the Philippines, translated English to Korean and vice versa.

The term “First Golden Age” was first propounded in 1972 by film journalist Jessie B. Garcia, about a dozen years after the period ended. At least one more Golden Age followed, although if you wish to be comprehensive, there may have been four of these Golden Ages all in all, with the most recent one either still ongoing or already recently ended. The Second Golden Age, which is what the Philippines is better known for, occurred after the imposition of martial law by Ferdinand Edralin Marcos, the father of the current Philippine President, and ended when his dictatorship was dismantled by the people-power uprising of February 1986.

11011I had some difficulty writing about the problem of the Golden Ages concept, primarily because I was the one who declared, periodized, and evaluated the Second Golden Age, in an article I wrote in 1989. It was the lead article in my first book, The National Pastime, so with the expected critical responses that usually arise in a contentious culture, I thought that it would be encounter the most number of deconstructive objections. To my surprise, even the harshest critics of the book assumed that it was the most reliable entry and made no mention of it; the term Second Golden Age has showed up even in foreign publications describing historical trends in Philippine cinema.

11011If I mention the other Golden Ages that various parties have been trying to add to the First and the Second, then you might have an idea of why I find the notion problematic. The official government history, published as an article in the Film volume of the Cultural Center of the Philippines’s Encyclopedia of Philippine Art, argued that the 1930s actually contained a Golden Age as well. Aside from generally making a blanket assertion without providing enough empirical proof, the article also skirts the reality that less than a handful of Philippine production remains from the period preceding World War II. One of these is Zamboanga, a fascinating exotic narrative of South Sea tribal conflicts complicated by American intervention, while the other is LVN’s first film, Giliw Ko, shown during the retrospective, a delightful realistic musical fairy-tale made more poignant by the fact that the country was anticipating the arrival of the storm clouds of World War II.

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11011But the presence of two watchable though minor entries cannot be extrapolated to assert the existence of a sustained output of quality products, the way that the First and Second Golden Ages are capable of providing enough satisfactory evidence. Fortunately, no one has really taken this eccentric and unrigorous version of history seriously; otherwise, we would have to change our terms and call the 1950s the Second Golden Age and the martial-law period the Third one. The other period, which raises a different set of questions, is supposedly a stretch during the current millennium, when celluloid production transitioned to digital earlier in the Philippines than in most other countries, and several artists came up with productions celebrated even in foreign capitals as worthy of various forms of recognition. The problematics in this case are twofold: first, the previous Golden Ages could only be identified after they were over, since there would be recognizable shifts in the political economy to confidently declare that the factors that led to Golden-Age productivity are largely a matter of past history.

11011The second problem has more serious repercussions. The receptiveness of foreign responders to Philippine cinema is arguably an aftermath of the groundwork laid by practitioners who were active during the Second Golden Age, led by the late Lino Brocka. Several critics including yours truly have raised the issue of Philippine film talents making products expressly for foreign consumption, often without worrying that their aesthetic and topical materials might alienate the Philippine mass audience. This actually betrays the ideals observed by the Second Golden Age talents that they uphold as their models. Brocka, for example, presented his most politically controversial films in Europe as a means of raising their visibility in the home country, so that the local audience would be intrigued enough to defy authoritarian censorship and watch his films in triumphant turnouts. In fact, before his career was cut short by a tragic vehicular accident, he overcame his unstable either-or approach, when he would make politically serious movies only after providing enough profitable potboilers for his producers.

11011The final Brocka films were a throwback to the best practices of Filipino filmmakers as far back as the First Golden Age. The LVN series was fortunate enough to include Gregorio Fernandez’s Malvarosa, which was the type of production that combined serious sociological discourse with impressive and pleasurable generic expertise. Ishmael Bernal and several other Filipino filmmakers were already engaging in this type of film presentation before Brocka came around, and I kept pointing out to my contemporaries in Philippine pop culture how Korea’s own triumph with Bong Joon Ho’s Parasite actually observed the same principles: ensure that a Korean film can be embraced by a Korean audience, first and foremost, and let its Western appreciators come around to its genius afterward. Fortunately, we have a growing number of Philippine practitioners who’ve come to realize that any country’s progressive film practice cannot exist outside of its mass audience.

11011We still have some filmmakers who insist on creating products that no native viewer will ever bother to watch unless they want to indulge in masochism, and most of the academically ensconced local critics similarly feel that their duty is to point out how deficient mass viewers are because they overlook so-called high-art samples. My own conclusion, which you may or may not share, is that they retain a usefulness as examples of pop-culture practice that adhere to outmoded and foreign modes of analyses, the kind of production and criticism that plugs into its own cycle of unsatisfactory and infeasible mutual appreciation, with the attention of less-knowledgeable foreign observers as its only means of validation. Thank you for your attention and happy viewing.

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Answer to Vilmanianism query

* I’m seriously concerned that you seem to be playing favorites among our top movie icons. I’m referring in particular to your open preference for Nora Aunor and lack of support for Vilma Santos. Even on this thread you admitted admiration for Sharon Cuneta, so that makes your silent treatment with regard to Vilma more obvious. I know that critics have to be up-front about their biases, but how can you maintain objectivity by praising one artist but not her rival?

I’d like to point out, with as little condescension as I could muster, how appreciative I am of your query. To be honest, I read it word for word a few times over, and it must be the only writing sample of its kind: a Vilmanian who doesn’t seem to harbor any racist bias against Nora Aunor. Yes, I did go there, inasmuch as I’d been telling friends these past several years that I intend to point out the toxicity that infests fan appreciations of good old Ate Vi. Just visit any of her Facebook pages or blog fansites and search for any reference to Nora, or look for major news valorizing Ate Guy where a Vilma fan feels like trolling her admirers. You don’t even have to tolerate the usual miseducated insensible enthusiast. Ask who the Vilmanians are among multi-awarded artists or name academicians or authors, schedule an exchange with them, and see how racist bile eventually starts spewing out of them.

11011I remember mentioning, in criticizing the first presidential rejection of Nora Aunor’s nomination to the Order of the National Artist, how she and Vilma embodied a defiance of the Euro fair-skinned preference that the studio system of the First Golden Age promoted. What’s ironic here is that Aunor, as the darker-skinned yet more popular entrant, obviously led the way for the likes of Oriental types like Santos to follow. But that should be a matter for a more intensive interrogation into our culture’s horrifically fundamental(ist) tendencies, which I’ll admit to being unprepared to pursue at the moment.

11011I did mention the National Artist prize though, which I think is the source of all this ongoing attention on the Vi-vs.-Guy rivalry. So we might as well foreground the issue. I don’t really count myself as prejudiced in favor of or against any artist – in fact I remember voting for Vilma more than once in some of those competitions that she seems to relish more than most other people including even Nora herself. She also has several films listed in the decade-plus-long canon project I’ve been working on, although if you compile my mini-reviews of her films and compare them to Nora’s, you’ll be able to track the point where their rivalry started out as a well-matched race, with Vilma often enjoying the upper hand. Then Nora overtook her as well as everyone else and decided to focus on maintaining artistic primacy, while Vilma won more local critics’ prizes and triumphed mainly as a well-loved star, even in her public-service phase.

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11011I don’t think any genuine performing-arts expert will be able to deny Nora’s supremacy, regardless of whatever recognition she may or may not have acquired, the National Artist Award included. Insider allegations about a certain influential elderly critic’s bias against her (which he opportunistically reversed when her rise in prestige seemed unstoppable) seem to be gaining traction and will have a far longer way to go, if karmic justice will manage to have its way. In the meanwhile, it would help clarify matters for Vilma fans if we distill the process of how any aspirant gets selected for the honor. For better or worse, the success of a nominee hinges on the assent of her or his peers, a procedure that any serious academician (like yours truly) would be all too familiar with. This accounts for the several instances this millennium in which the final approbatory authority, the Philippine President, wound up at odds with the experts who forwarded their lists of endorsements. The one time that the Supreme Court had to intervene, the members predictably sided with that aspect of the process that underwent peer validation.

11011How does this square with the Vilmanian drive to get the Order bestowed on Santos? All I can observe from my vantage point is a strategy of noise-making, often heightened to hysterical Nora-bashing proportions by whoever happen to be the movers and shakers of, who knows, possibly Ralph Recto-Santos or his minions. Literal evidence of passing the peer-review process would be any article published in any sufficiently credible peer-reviewed journal, the way that several on Nora Aunor, on all the other National Artist winners, and even a number on Sharon Cuneta can be marshaled as proof of their cultural noteworthiness. Book chapters won’t possess the same valuation hereabouts, especially in an academic culture that still has to attain sufficient competence in university press review.

11011I might as well bring up my own personal experience on this matter, as further proof of why I don’t really feel too affected about the question of maintaining objectivity in this case. About a decade ago, Kritika Kultura, the country’s (and region’s) premiere humanities and literature journal, acceded to my proposal to edit a special forum on Nora Aunor, which serendipitously preceded by a few weeks President PNoy Aquino’s severely criticized refusal to proclaim Aunor a National Artist. The response to the call for articles was overwhelming, not surprisingly, although nearly all the submissions were (also unsurprisingly) hagiographic or polemical in arguing in favor of Aunor as deserving of the award. When these essentially fan submissions weren’t upgraded by their respective authors to peer-reviewable articles, I requested the journal editors to expand the forum topic coverage, from Aunor to Philippine stardom in general. Thereafter I got potentially publishable drafts on Cuneta and Judy Ann Santos and one more performer which unfortunately couldn’t endure the admittedly stringent review process. But above and beyond awaiting specific submissions, I actually identified academicians – in Metro Manila and way beyond, including other islands and countries – known for their admiration of Vilma Santos, and nagged them or got their close friends to ensure that they provided article drafts. Every single one of them eventually pleaded to be excused because of busy schedules.

11011Was there something about our Ate Vi that seemed to preclude scholarly discourse? I attempted a theoretical exercise afterward, but I simply couldn’t formulate a useful argument about her, ironically because she seemed (to me at least) to be too perfect to be problematized. Whether this is the reason why her own scholarly admirers hit a blank wall themselves is not as major a concern for me as several other cultural matters I have to attend to. And just to close this particular exchange, let’s circle back to Vilma’s only remaining historical claim of superiority to Nora: her record number of critics’ trophies. That same circle of critics crows constantly about being ensconced in Philippine academia, so wouldn’t the real question be obvious enough to anyone at this point? As supposed peers, they passed judgments over Aunor in favor of Santos more times than most observers felt would be justifiable. Instead of asking me how I could be objective in handling the differences between these two celebrity performers, which I’ve more than adequately answered already, how about we ask them where their credible scholarly defense of the awards they dispensed favoring Santos can be found? [Posted June 2024]

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Canon Decampment: Jun Raquiza

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Krimen (Kayo ang Humatol)

English Translation: Crime: You Be the Judge
Year of Release: 1974
Director: Jun Raquiza
Screenwriter: Jose F. Sibal
(From a story by Jun Raquiza)
Producer: Ilocandia Productions

Cast: Jun Raquiza, Gina Pareño, Marianne de la Riva, Maribel Aunor, Shongho, Omar Camar, Tony Gosalvez, Edison Lee, Bob Breult, Eddie Villamayor, Susanna Navarro, Leila Hermosa, Nick Romano, Arnold Mendoza

Newly freed after a stint in jail, Angel discovers that his wallet has been lifted by underage pickpockets. He tracks the thieves to their mastermind Toni, a tomboy who dutifully returns what they stole. As Toni and her den of petty criminals begin to get fond of Angel, he hooks up with Myra, an affluent but rebellious daughter whose parents abandoned her to her vices. Myra consorts with a number of shady characters who drag Angel into their conflicts with her and even attack Toni and her wards, leaving Angel with no choice but to exact revenge.

A deceptively light-handed exercise involving the reconfiguration of generic tropes that has unexpectedly worn well through its half-century of being more admired than respected, Krimen (Kayo ang Humatol) refutes Bienvenido Lumbera’s claim that a “new” Philippine cinema started only two years later.[1] Even if we discount the self-serving coincidence that the award-giving critics group he founded was launched in 1976, Lino Brocka’s impactful two-in-a-row juggernaut had already made its mark before then, and enjoyed healthy competition from Ishmael Bernal, Celso Ad. Castillo, Elwood Perez, and the unfortunate Jun Raquiza, who died too early and whose well-received debut, Dalawang Mukha ng Tagumpay (Two Faces of Triumph, 1973)—which featured Nora Aunor in a first of a series of reflexive projects—can no longer be found. Raquiza nearly pulls off the director-actor stunt in Krimen, but had a sufficiently healthy appreciation for good performances to allow Gina Pareño to run away with the presentation. Despite her Toni being saddled with the generic containment of being condemned and punished for her several transgressions against her gender and civic tasks, she navigates the potentially awkward transitions with remarkable aplomb and makes her presence in Krimen an indispensable precursor to her masterstroke in Jeffrey Jeturian’s Kubrador (The Bet Collector) over three decades later.

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[1] Bienvenido Lumbera’s periodization, which has no end date, appears in at least two of his most widely quoted sources: “New Forces in Contemporary Cinema” from Revaluation: Essays on Philippine Literature, Cinema and Popular Culture (Index, 1984); and “Brocka, Bernal and Co.: The Arrival of New Filipino Cinema” from Re-Viewing Filipino Cinema (Anvil Publishing, 2011).

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Bold in Heaven

With the announcement of Jaclyn Jose’s sudden demise last March 2, a significant number of mostly middle-aged Filipino film observers were stunned to realize that, in keeping aware of her, a full, challenging, and ultimately triumphant life became their privilege to witness. Even the trajectory of her physical appearance, from anxious young waif to authoritative full-bodied matron, bespoke a life conducted at peak critical tension, constantly in search of solutions to creative challenges and grateful to be afforded the opportunity to find fulfillment in a specialized type of stardom where her work discipline and moral integrity ensured that she would have next to no rivals whatsoever.

Jaclyn Jose in her early waifish phase. [From her Facebook fan page]

11011She was of course intelligent enough to realize from the start that “bold star” status was a title that most women anywhere would find unappealing, if not appalling. But having been born in poverty, and realizing that sex-film production was on full blast because of the Marcos (Sr.) regime’s desperation in looking for ways to discourage mass participation in the burgeoning antidictatorship movement, she realized that this was a unique opportunity that might never come her way again.[1]

11011In a remarkable interview with Ricky Lee, who was writing a number of screenplays for her, she foregrounded the debates her professional self was having with her religious orientation. (Titled “Walang Bold sa Langit” or “Bold Not Allowed in Heaven” and retitled “May Bold Ba sa Langit?” or “Is Bold Allowed in Heaven?” for a later anthology, the piece was reprinted in a number of Philippine outlets as a tribute to her.) She admitted, among other things, that she was hoping to compensate for what she considered were transgressions, by performing the standard penance of good work.

11011In fact, she was already overcompensating even that early. William Pascual, who directed her in the ensemble Chikas [Chicks], picked her out to star in the superior chamber piece Takaw Tukso [Constant Craving], where she outshone the then-best available names for a crime-of-passion melodrama. She achieved the same feat of upstaging more established actors in White Slavery – which happened to be directed by Lino Brocka, who consequently made sure that she would be the sole female lead in Macho Dancer. Chito S. Roño’s debut, Private Show, showcased what was arguably the most challenging “bold” role possible, that of a live-sex performer, which another star, Sarsi Emmanuelle, had already made definitive in Tikoy Aguiluz’s Boatman.

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11011Private Show was railroaded by the February 1986 people power uprising, since it was the type of extreme sample that could only be screened in the Marcoses’ censorship-exempt venue, the Manila Film Center. More than any of Jose’s earlier work, it contained passages that were also bold in the sense of being expressionist and surreal, expertly (possibly even lovingly) melded with an approach to material that combined naturalism with social critique. When Roño, still with Lee scripting, decided to unfold a diptych with Curacha: Ang Babaeng Walang Pahinga [Curacha: A Woman Without Rest], he cast the post-Marcos era’s top sex siren, Rosanna Roces, but he also provided a climactic moment where Jose’s character reappeared to suggest solidarity – not just between two generations of live-sex characters, but also between the best bold stars of their respective eras.

Jaclyn Jose in a midcareer supporting role, in Marilou Diaz-Abaya’s May Nagmamahal sa Iyo (1996). [Screenshot by Jojo Devera][2]

11011As she had correctly anticipated, roles that featured the character types she specialized in quickly dwindled. Nevertheless Jose had enough acclaim and acting trophies to ensure that she could still be cast in supporting roles, usually as the lead actor’s mistress or lead actress’s best friend. At this stage, she apparently had another round of figuring out (complemented by an intensive theater experience, in Lee’s Pitik-Bulag sa Buwan ng Pebrero or Playing Blind-Guess in the Month of February), and arrived at a workable solution: for minor roles, she would attempt a consistently affectless delivery, then let loose at peak level wherever the character had a dramatic opportunity, usually in her final scene. The approach served to remind audiences and colleagues that she remained a talent who refused to be taken for granted.[3]

11011With the emergence of digital technology and streaming services in the new millennium, Jose was able to secure greater opportunities in her career path. She could once more land an occasional lead role, and explore her potential for class-parodic comedy in TV series. The lesson she provided as exemplar was undeniable to anyone who bothered to take stock: one may already have the rare fortune of emerging fully formed, but longevity can only be attained through hard work, in her case in both analytic and physical terms. From this perspective, her Cannes Film Festival prize merely affirmed what Filipino audiences already realized and admired about her through several decades of familiarity.

11011The few instances where she mentioned feeling abandoned should not be conflated with the tragic circumstances of her death from a bad fall when no one was present to check on her well-being. She’d always known that life would be hard, and that the pursuit of artistic excellence will always be a lonely undertaking. Her initial appearance reminded observers, no doubt including Brocka, of a talented predecessor, Claudia Zobel, who died in a horrific car accident – as Brocka also would a few years later; two other waifish bold stars, Pepsi Paloma and Stella Strada, died by their own hands at the time when Jose was contending with a decline in film assignments. One might wish she lived longer than she did, but we could just as well marvel at how she managed to thrive as long as she had.

Near-contemporaneous nymphets, in order of emergence: Claudia Zobel (1965-84), Pepsi Paloma (1966-85), Stella Strada (1965-84), Jaclyn Jose (1963-2024). [Various screenshots posted and saved from internet sources]

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Notes

First published March 9, 2024, in The FilAm. The author would like to thank filmmakers Lawrence Fajardo and Ellen Ongkeko-Marfil, and film critics Jerrick Josue David, Jojo Devera, and Mauro Feria Tumbocon Jr., for providing additional insight and information.

[1] Jaclyn Jose’s extraordinarily sharp instincts as performer were complemented by her manager Ed Instrella’s preparation in nationalist theater (with the Philippine Educational Theater Association) and inclination toward independent projects. At their respective career peaks, Instrella’s talents – among whom were Cherry Pie Picache, Julio Diaz, Gardo Verzosa, and Alan Paule – were consistently highly valued for their willingness to immerse in sex-themed films while delivering fine performances. I am grateful to Mau Tumbocon for bringing up this frequently overlooked background detail. I also made a belated appreciative social-media post of her performance in Emmanuel Dela Cruz’s Sarong Banggi [One Night] (2005), which will be part of the Amauteurish Publishing volume of Philippine canon choices titled Canon Decampment.

[2] In his tribute post to Jaclyn Jose’s triumph at Cannes, critic Jojo Devera mentioned that “if I were to choose one small, elegantly wrapped gift [from Marilou Diaz-Abaya] above all others, it would be the role she created for Jose in the ensemble of May Nagmamahal sa Iyo [Madonna and Child] (1996), where she’s both exacting and brilliant. In an immensely sad film, her Editha is one of the saddest things, carrying her disappointment with a show of lightness we know is just an attempt to save face” (Facebook, May 24, 2016).

[3] In his article “Back in Her Element,” film scholar Johven Velasco wrote: “Although she’s gifted with one of local cinema’s most haunting and eloquently mobile faces capable of articulating a gamut of emotions, detractors have criticized her monotonic speech pattern. In due time, she would correct this shortcoming as she did television soap operas and drama series that required a style of acting that contrasted markedly with the subtlety and control that she was becoming known for” (Huwaran/Hulmahan Atbp., University of the Philippines Press, 2009, p. 15).

11011In editing Velasco’s posthumous volume, I queried Ed Instrella (see endnote 1) regarding the Internet Movie Database’s misspelling (since corrected) of Jose’s screen appellation. Instrella clarified that her given name should be spelled without a k – hence, the films that credited her as “Jacklyn” were in error; Mary Jane Guck (Jose’s real name, possibly a deliberate and playful reference to cannabis) expressed her concurrence in an SMS forwarded by Instrella: “nagkakamali lang yung iba pero hayaan mo na [others are mistaken but just let them be]” (February 17, 2008, 4:41 p.m.).

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Canon Decampment: Carlos Vander Tolosa

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Giliw Ko

English Translation: My Beloved
English Title: Beloved
Year of Release: 1939 / B&W
Director & Screenwrtier: Carlos Vander Tolosa
Producer: LVN Pictures

Cast: Fernando Poe, Mila del Sol, Fleur de Lis (Mona Lisa), Ben Rubio, Precioso Palma, Cecilio Joaquin, Vita Ortega, Nieves Obieta, SSS Trio, Kiko and Conde, Jose Garcia

Guia, a poor but high-spirited country maiden, is entranced by the prospect of wealth and fame via radio stardom. Her devoted childhood sweetheart, Jose, is considerate about her ambition, but dismayed when she starts falling for Antonio, the son of their landlord, who sponsors her trip to audition in Manila. She makes a splash in the big city but realizes that an urban sophisticate already lays claim to Antonio’s affections. When an impressed producer offers to further her singing career, she realizes she has to choose between love and success.

Giliw Ko may appear to be lightweight entertainment, brightened by the presence of Mila del Sol in a film-debut performance that remains as luminous as when it was first screened. It features charming melodies, earnestly delighting in love and the simple life, delivered with all the pleasure that only the best popular performers can bring to musical numbers that they know will gratify audiences in need of exceptional diversions. One may resolve to forget the viewing experience as soon as it ends, but history has been careful enough to add a couple of kicks: This was the first film of LVN Pictures, possibly the quintessential First Golden Age studio, and its polished production values were to persist through a quarter century of active filmmaking. More poignantly, it came out during a time when war clouds were looming in all corners of the world, with the Philippines poised to suffer severely—again!—from foreign incursion because of the presence of a previous invader that the forthcoming masters considered their enemy. No wonder that the most famous admirer of the film, President Manuel L. Quezon, demanded that the US President grant Philippine independence immediately so the country could be spared the ruthless anger of the Japanese Imperial Army.[1] Quezon died in US exile, the Japanese forces were vanquished via nuclear annihilation in their home country, a one-sided dependency relationship with the US was enforced after independence, and the country continues to stagger toward seemingly unattainable prosperity. All the more reason to be grateful that GK endures as a reminder that at some point in the past, the dream of a happy existence did not seem too good to be true.

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[1] Addressed to Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Manuel L. Quezon’s correspondence said that, because the US was prioritizing its war commitments in Europe, the Philippines should be allowed to declare its neutrality as the Pacific equivalent of Switzerland. William Manchester, in his biography of Douglas MacArthur, described “this historic communication [as] the first peal of the Third World liberty bell” (American Caesar: Douglas MacArthur 1880-1964, Dell, 1978, p. 281). This insight can be related to Vivek Chibber’s provocative assessment of the Vietnam War, where he argues that, despite its pronouncement, the US did not so much fear the domino effect of the spread of Communism, but rather the specter of neutrality, where “other countries will take inspiration from a successful nationalist endeavor and decide on a neutral path” (“Not the Fall of Saigon—Its Liberation,” interview with Melissa Naschek, Jacobin, April 30, 2025).

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Canon Decampment: Appendix — An Empirical Exercise

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Canon Decampment: Paolo Villaluna

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Pauwi Na

English Translation: On the Way Home
English Title: Pedicab
Year of Release: 2016 / Color with B&W
Director: Paolo Villaluna
Screenwriters: Paolo Villaluna & Ellen Ramos
(“Inspired by a news feature article which appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on September 7, 2003,” per opening credit title)
Producer: Universal Harvester

Cast: Bembol Roco, Cherry Pie Picache, Meryll Soriano, Jerald Napoles, Jess Mendoza, Chai Fonacier, Bimbo Bautista, Jack the Dog, Shamaine Buencamino, Melinda Tan de Guzman, John Paul Dragin, Emmanuel Dela Cruz, Marichu Belarmino-Cariño, Bombi Plata, Raul Morit, Jam Nhaze Canciller

Suffering from a cough that he knows will never get better because of his smoking habit, Pepe convinces his family to ride all the way back to their rural hometown by using rickshaws. His opportunity arrives when he’s able to swipe a packet of money from one of his regular customers. His wife Remedios objects initially but agrees that their hand-to-mouth existence is no way to live. Their eldest son JP earns ocasionally from pickpocketing and stealing, nicking a smaller motorized rickshaw to complement his father’s pedal-driven pedicab. JP’s wife Isabel is blind, heavy with child, and regarded as screwy for occasionally conversing with someone she addresses as Jesus. Their younger daughter Pina is a street vendor who plans to hook an AFAM (originally “a foreigner assigned in Manila,” currently any white American male) in the red-light district; she goes along, bringing their dog Kikay, although she easily complains when she gets hungry or wants to bathe. They encounter difficulties with traffic rules on the expressway leading southward and endure bouts of hunger. When they find a hand-pumped well at the side of a street, they take the opportunity to wash and fill up their containers. A woman comes up and demands that they pay for the water, and a priest intervenes to pacify the lady and offer the family a place to rest.

About a decade since its emergence, Pauwi Na has lost none of its ability to masterfully delineate a national condition thrown into stark relief by the attempt of members of a typical Philippine family, trapped in desperate straits, to better their condition. A major factor toward accomplishing this tour de force is the assemblage of what must be the most impressive ensemble of performers in the present millennium, each of them resolute in depicting the multilayered suffering of the most neglected citizens around, while ensuring that their character’s basic humanity remains perceptible. Unsurprisingly, the query that one of these players raises toward the end, whether their story will ever have a happy ending, has already been answered by the mere fact that it has to be asked in the first place. (Felicitously, the narrative’s source material appears to have a less downbeat resolution—but then the family traveled even farther, to another island in fact, becoming a national sensation as a result, so one should not begrudge them such a closure.) The means by which PN morphs into a road movie worth the trip is the standard decent-artist approach of leavening heartbreaking tragedy with irony and humor, but it distinguishes itself by refusing the sanctification which is commonly bestowed on these subjects. Fantasy passages that interrupt the plot suggest how the family members, in a better world, might have handled the challenges they confront; but in acknowledging how old-fashioned and conventional these notions are, the film executes these excerpts in early-cinema style—black and white, slow-motion, actors facing the audience, accompanied by achingly evocative native love songs. In the film’s actual world, the men of the family are not above two-timing friends and strangers alike, much as the barely mature daughter casually contemplates sex work, and the mother opts for an inhumane option in order to assuage everyone’s hunger. An even more daring move is literalizing the Jesus that the family’s synesthetic blind daughter-in-law keeps addressing (no spoilers, since he shows up from the beginning): he dresses up like a well-groomed slum resident save for the crown of thorns on his head, and spouts contemporary lingo. When his real-life counterpart shows up, he tells his collocutor that things will take a turn for the worse, a warning that surprises her as much as it places the audience on alert, inasmuch as the parish priest the family meets initially behaves exactly as anyone would expect. A final symbolic touch, the small plastic chamber pot from which emergency funds are drawn to save the family’s grandchild, should be no surprise since we already know from early on what it looks like; what’s remarkable is how it transforms from a light semihumorous prop into an arbiter of survival, when its contents, though impressing the character who witnesses it, will suffice in covering only one life. How long before this item, alongside even the film itself, becomes a relic of a better-forgotten past, doesn’t seem to be a possibility for both characters and viewers, which is the far less laughable tragedy.

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Canon Decampment: Arnel Mardoquio

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Ang Paglalakbay ng mga Bituin sa Gabing Madilim

Language: Cebuano [theme song in Filipino]
English Title: The Journey of Stars into the Dark Night
Year of Release: 2012
Director & screenwriter: Arnel Mardoquio
Producers: Cinema One Originals, Skyweaver Productions, Red Motion Media, HYDEntertainment, Alchemy of Vision and Light Film and TV Productions, Conrad Cejoco

Cast: Fe Ginging Hyde, Glorypearl Dy, Irish Karl Monsanto, Roger Gonzales, Perry Dizon, Christine Lim, Darling Curay, Ethan Smith, Joffrey delos Santos, Dionalon Macalinao, Ruel Dalagan, Leony Diaz, Bagwani Amplayo, Rallaon Monsanto, Annabelle Beldua, Dave Ibao, Victor Fernandez

Led by an armed but wounded man, Amrayda Mundalana and Fatima Gumbajali traverse the forest by wading through a creek, presumably so that their tracks can’t be traced. Their guide however realizes he has been spotted and approaches an elderly man, who stabs him dead. The women avoid getting caught and make their way to the house of ten-year-old Faidal, whom his mother saved from killing by using a zip line. They bring the orphaned boy, still traveling surreptitiously, until they reach Papa Indo, to whom they want to entrust Faidal. Indo refuses but escorts the three of them to find a boat that will take them to Zamboanga. When he asks them why they don’t follow the Bangsa Moro leadership’s order to proceed to Lanao so they can organize womenfolk, they respond that they no longer wish to participate in the armed secessionist struggle. Via radio reports, Indo realizes that Faidal’s parents engaged in kidnapping for ransom while Amrayda and Fatima tell Faidal that the money his parents gave him is difficult to dispose of because it’s in dollars. When they reach a hacienda, they realize that Fatima lied about her mobile phone being unable to receive messages; Amrayda reads instructions from Amgar, Fatima’s boyfriend, telling her to live with him. Amrayda is devastated by Fatima’s betrayal while Faidal raises questions about same-sex desire conflicting with the Quran.

Ang Paglalakbay ng mga Bituin sa Gabing Madilim might seem no different from the usual run of well-intended contemporary film commentaries on Philippine tribal minorities, in the sense that it upholds the primacy of the people and their causes by refusing to spell out these details as the narrative commences. Complete outsiders will be able to pick up the information that the central characters are Tausug tribespeople and that their locale may be neither in Zamboanga nor Sabah (Jolo would be the likeliest possibility) since they discuss the feasibilities of taking boat rides to either destination. The wordless passages define the covert nature of their flight and yield fascinating discoveries, crowned by the mountainside wreckage of a drone whose roar kept them awake the night before. Yet enough information gets proffered in the course of conversations and radio broadcasts, as well as in the reading of clandestine text messages that wind up outing the same-sex relationship that would have been apparent in retrospect for viewers attentive enough to notice this dynamic. The proscribed liaison not only helps explain but also parallels its protagonists’ rebellion against the rebellion, even as the film maintains its larger critique of authoritarian systems, with imperial Manila impinging on our marginal brethren via the constant incursion of army soldiers. The definitive commentary (originally in Filipino) in JPaul S. Manzanilla’s review articulates the film’s remarkable thesis that dwells on the tension between the film’s loverly shots of wilderness and astronomical bodies vis-à-vis its urgent human conflicts: “While the fight against the government to achieve self-determination for the Moros is just, the freedom to love anyone is being suppressed in this instance. This is a problem that should be solved by a war waged in the name of love for country and this is where the democratic goal of any struggle can be tested…. Bapa Indo, the leader of the group, suggested that [the women lovers] need to understand the complications of war, that everyone must make sacrifices. Fatima, on the other hand, kindly explains to Faidal—a child whose biases and decisions in life are just being formed—the pleasures brought by a different kind of love, the stars that are also partners of the moon and the sun” (translated by the author, from “Danas ng Digma, Digmaan ng Pagnanasa [Experience of Conflict, War of Desire],” Young Critics Circle Film Desk, August 19, 2013, posted online).

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Ang mga Tigmo sa Akong Pagpauli (Riddles of My Homecoming)

Language: Cebuano [titles] & Latin [hymns]
Year of Release: 2013
Director & screenwriter: Arnel Mardoquio
Producers: BordWerkz Productions, Cinema One Originals, HYDEntertainment, Red Motion Media, Skyweaver Productions, Voyage Studios, Local Government of Nabunturan, Compostela Valley

Cast: Fe Ginging Hyde, Perry Dizon, Madz Garcia, Jeff Sabayle, Jillian Barbarona, Christine Austero, Clairejean M. Valentin, Zabrina Bacalso, Joffrey delos Santos, Zosilee Yanong, Yam Palma, Allan James L. Torculas, Lloyd Bon M. Ligones, Kenneth L. Jumamoy, Noel M. Gonez, Joprey P. Aguban, Nino M. Marquez, Dane Clark J. Ortiz, Alvert Q. Monera, Emmanuel Canama, Bryan Palma Gil, Milven Tanduyan, Jan Ryan, John Lister Montiza, Tyron Adapfar, Joseph Alferes, Rey Pequeno, Ace Rommil Ilajas, Buggy Amplayo

[Note: characters’ names only appear in closing credits] Several lumad citizens emerge and we only deduce later that these are souls of people who have died. Alfad had wanted to travel overseas for gainful employment but we first see him chained underwater; he explores his earthly dwellings with Aaliyah, a girl who died while still a child. He rejects his lover Mariposa when he discovers her male genitalia, but the latter also has difficulty with a subsequent female partner, Mayka, with whom she participates in revolutionary resistance. Mariposa eventually gets lynched by religious townspeople. Wahab, the religious leader who converts the villagers, enriches himself with a suitcase of cash and flies away on a plane, which crashes into the sea.

Arnel Mardoquio’s Ang mga Tigmo sa Akong Pagpauli set for itself several ludic challenges, each of which would have been more than enough for most other practitioners. It situates itself in lumad (non-Muslim indigenous) territory and culture, eschews use of dialogue, disavows linearity, and draws in issues of revolutionary politics in terms of agrarian rights and sexual identity. The attempt, always on the brink of toppling over into absurdity and affectation, manages to override these dangers by resorting to symbolist presentation reinforced with a ferocious partiality for Otherness. Mardoquio’s vision might nevertheless prove to be too despairing, although no one would be able to argue successfully for nihilism, inasmuch as dark and even savage humor and suspenseful developments interlace the narrative threads. A useful preparatory approach would be to brush up on Cameroonian political theorist Achille Mbembe’s concept of “deathworlds” in necropolitics.[1] The revenants in ATAP can be regarded as participants in an ironic social performance where their still-living acquaintances might just as well be more dead than they are. One of the film’s images encapsulates this tension: Mayka, a former comrade and would-have-been same-sex lover of Mariposa, who was viciously murdered by a Christianized mob, stands beside the latter’s soul, with only the living being marked by old age, anxiety, aimlessness, possibly regret. ATAP modulates this occasion just enough to enable engaged viewers to recall past scenes when Mariposa’s beauty and shamanic power were increasingly degraded by the encroachments of uneven development, until in the end even the environment around her was entirely unrecognizable from all the material abuse visited on it. The film demonstrates in an undeniable manner the paradox of our times, when necropolitan inducements can only be granted by the state to the still-living, the better to sustain its drive for interminable power and profit.

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[1] Necropolitics was the framework utilized by Jay Jomar F. Quintos in his article “Negotiations on Necropolitics and Death in the Cinema on the Indigenous Peoples of Mindanao,” from the anthology Indigenous Media and Popular Culture in the Philippines: Representations, Voices, and Resistance, edited by Jason Paolo Telles (Palgrave Macmillan, 2025), pp. 25–40, doi:10.1007/978-981-99-9101-3_2. Achille Mbembe’s definitive articulation is from his volume Necropolitics, Duke University Press, 2019.

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Canon Decampment: Dolly Dulu

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The Boy Foretold by the Stars

Year of Release: 2020
Director & Screenwriter: Dolly Dulu
Producers: Clever Minds, The Dolly Collection, & Brainstormers Lab

Cast: Adrian Lindayag, Keann Johnson, Iyah Mina, Rissey Reyes, John Leinard Ramos, Jan Rey Escaño, Victor Robinson III, Jemuel Satumba, Renshi de Guzman, Kalil Almonte, Jethro Tenorio

Dominic, an out gay student in a boys’ high school, asks a fortune-teller, Baby R, about his still-nonexistent love life. Baby R tells him to watch out for three signs in a forthcoming relationship. Dominic then makes the acquaintance of Luke, a basketball player who feels dejected because he just broke up with his girlfriend. He invites Luke to participate in the school retreat and conducts himself properly as a religious counselor. That includes providing Luke with the necessary emotional support that his newfound friend needs.

A beacon of hope and grace amid calamitous devastation, The Boy Foretold by the Stars arrived at the end of the year when the Covid-19 global pandemic succeeded in stalling development projects and personal pursuits alike, and forced film audiences to watch all kinds of material on their mobile devices. One of the unexpected novelties was the proliferation of so-called Boys Love series, originating in Japan and arriving in Pinas via Thai versions uploaded to streaming websites including YouTube. Originally a subversive innovation in manga culture, BL addressed itself to women consumers who would have otherwise been alienated by the overtly normalized (and occasionally violent) sexism in Japanese comics. TBFBTS (an abbreviation sanctioned by the film’s gender-fluid director-writer, whose preferred pronoun is the singular they) recuperates the butch-femme and woman-positive terms of Japanese yaoi, providing its own resistance to the queer-cinema standardized exclusion of femininity via mutually conventional masculinities (as exemplified in works like Ang Lee’s 2005 film Brokeback Mountain). In fact, as pointed out by BL scholar Jerrick Josue David, TBFBTS hews closer to the romantic-comedy genre. Dolly Dulu also provides certain further departures, one in which their narrative’s religious-retreat setting is reconfigured as nurturing rather than oppressive, and in which their characters’ final kiss is not really their first one. The cast members also display a facility for switching between English and Filipino that harks back to the glory days of the Second Golden Age, affirming that the film, with all its intimate awareness and seemingly casual handling of craft, is essentially an autobiographical recollection of intently observed and intensely cherished private-school experience. It may be an unrealistically rose-colored way of moving on from the trauma of Covid-19, but since the world that TBFBTS represents is rooted in a past, then all that we may need to do, as the film proposes, is look back at the best that we all once used to be. For their part, Dulu announced that their film will be extended in the format that gave rise to it: a BL series, not exactly foretold by the stars, but still a way of living through their unusual, insistent, and newly resistive vision of a better future.

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