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Full Beast Mode

Beast
Directed by Lawrence Fajardo
Written by Jim Flores

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To hear the cacophony of responses to Lawrence Fajardo’s Beast, currently screening in Manila as part of the ongoing Puregold CinePanalo Film Festival, would be tantamount to missing out on its laudable achievements. One might even be inclined to agree with its most extreme appreciators’ declaration that it’s the director’s best work – fulsome praise enough, considering Fajardo’s stature as one of the best Filipino filmmakers in the current millennium.

Lolo Omeng tells Pepe about the legend of the abandoned woman whose tears watered her crops.

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11011What makes the entry singularly remarkable is its left-field status in the director’s track record. With over forty film and TV titles to his directorial credit, and an even larger number of works he edited (including his own, as in the current case), nothing in the list can be categorized as an apparently children’s tale. The choice of unexpected material may be reminiscent of David Lynch deciding to abandon offbeat topics to narrate a straightforward adaptation of a news item in The Straight Story (1999), and Beast works for the same reason: whether or not Fajardo avoided the material, his accumulation of skills in diametrically opposed subjects could have not only fortified any longing he was repressing, but also inspired him to determine how he could enrich such topics using counter-intuitive skills sets.

In the tale, the lover promises to return from Manila but never shows up again.

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11011The closest Pinas cinema has come to such a parallel attempt was when action specialist Romy Suzara, toward the end of his career, tackled queer-themed substance in Tinik (2013). His triumph was not as definitive as Fajardo’s, but neither was the attempt an embarrassment for him. One could initiate an appreciation of Beast by stating that it purveys childlike wonder, but ends up far from children’s entertainment. The trailer element that might imprint on viewers would be the spectacle of a water buffalo that speaks adult human language, although this proceeds from the opening episode where the primary character, a farm tenant, narrates a tale to a child who hangs around, like a virtual surrogate son, of a barrio lass whose lover took leave to work in the capital city and never returned: her farm menagerie kept imploring her to move on, but she insisted on looking forward to his reappearance in her life.

The landlord and his lawyer inform Omeng that his land will be sold.

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11011This premise is simple enough, except that history refuses to be molded into such a neat outline. While the thesis draws from European sources such as tales of the fairy-like vila and partakes of topflight feminist entertainment in Keith Deligero’s little-seen Lily (2016), real-life contemporary abandonment in the country is performed statistically by Filipinas, who comprise the majority of overseas migrant workers. Beast’s creatives are sufficiently mindful of this irony and are careful to incorporate it in their narrative resolution, although for discovery’s sake we should desist from spoiling it for potential audiences.

Bob speaks to Omeng for the first time.

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11011Bob, the incorrigibly garrulous carabao, is voiced by stage and screen veteran Lou Veloso, who demonstrates how a sufficiently gifted performer may be saddled by costumes or makeup or, in this case, absence from the screen, yet still be capable of a larger-than-life presence. This is facilitated by the dynamic he forms as comic foil to lead actor John Arcilla, who not surprisingly makes every effort to divest himself of the neurotic-strongman persona he assumed in Jerrold Tarog’s Heneral Luna (2015), but winds up rendering a characterization of such rarely realized pathos that it could be easily misrecognized as a documental depiction of typical rural reticence: the fact that Bob first chatters after Lolo Omeng is informed that he will lose what he expected was a lifetime tenancy, suggests the traumatization that our citizens have to find ways of handling on their own.

Omeng takes Bob to Manila to search for a niece who never returned.

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11011The performative groundwork laid by this theater-honed pair, complemented by the disciplined delivery of an ensemble who might be recognizable to viewers familiar with Fajardo’s multicharacter-reliant work, facilitates one of the more satisfying plot twists in recent local cinema – and we’re not even talking about narrative closure yet, when the story transcends the limitations that historical reality imposes on it. One may or may not come across the director’s own account of how, at some point in postproduction, he stopped worrying about technical finesse. Formalist evaluators may take him to task for it, but it only makes of Beast a genuine throwback to Pinas cinema’s Golden Ages productions, when entertainment (not to mention artistic confidence) was of such paramount importance that audience approval mattered more than critical or festival recognition.

11011In the best Third-cinema tradition, Beast relies on the acceptance of mass viewers out to seek some respite from a harried and cruel existence, and sneaks in political insight of such longstanding usefulness that audiences could wind up wondering just what hit them and return for surer answers and recurrent pleasures.

First published in The FilAm. Beast is produced by Puregold CinePanalo Film Festival, Wild Coyote Pictures, Butlak Banaag Studios, PostPro, Pelikulaw, and Allied Artists of Asia.

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Biopic Blowbacks

Edjop
Directed by Katski Flores
Written by Jade Castro & Katski Flores

Silenced Nights
Directed by Lawrence Fajardo
Written by Troy Espiritu

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Reality has always had a conflicted relationship with art and literature; narrative forms provide a way of promising better representation, but rare is the item that succeeds on every possible level. In two concurrent Philippine film releases, we have tantalizing cases of works based on subjects with whom sufficiently informed netizens might be familiar. Katski Flores’s Edjop, in current general release in Metro Manila theaters, opened to highly appreciative reactions that were later tempered by reservations, mostly regarding its depiction of representatives of orthodox-left forces; Edgar Jopson, its central character, was renowned among progressive sectors for taking a critical stance vis-à-vis his entrepreneurial father’s logical ideal, the authoritarian Ferdinand Marcos Sr.’s presidency. Although he initially distanced himself from extremist student organizations, a series of encounters ranging from Marcos’s classist insult (“You’re only a son of a grocer” became a standard pop-culture retort until it was superseded by “You’re nothing but a second-rate trying-hard copycat”) to his experience in labor organizing, led to his radicalization.

11011His insistence on operating in dangerous territory led to his untimely death, just as the movement he had joined was starting to upheave, culminating in the violence-ridden split between reaffirmists (of Jose Ma. Sison’s leadership) and rejectionists. The conflict manifested in the film’s source material, as Benjamin Pimentel’s 1989 book Edjop: The Unusual Journey of Edgar Jopson was revised by the author and published in 2006 as U.G.: An Underground Tale.[1] The film by Katski Flores takes a further step from Jopson’s story by framing it within his daughter Joyette’s coming to terms with his Jesuit-inspired “man for others” record, necessarily keeping distance from family and friends for their safety’s sake.

Elijah Canlas as Edgar Jopson and Jodi Sta. Maria as his daughter Joyette.

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11011The film demands an acceptance of an updated variation of leftist idealism in reversing the nation-as-family formulation, where Joyette arrives at the realization that her father’s preoccupation with the national-democratic project was his way of upholding the family he could not always be with physically. The accusation of ideologically motivated villainizing was apparently initiated on the social network by an anonymous legacy custodian of Luis Jalandoni, who was chair of the National Democratic Front of the Philippines and Jopson’s ally in labor organizing. A more extensive elaboration should proceed from these critiques, although the immediate and unfortunate observation that should be emphasized here is that the film would not have been less effective if a less harsh depiction of the left’s hard-liners were utilized; as it stands, the centrist position renders Edjop’s rationalization of familial negligence vulnerable to the ideal requisites of feminist identity politics.

11011A concurrent release, though not yet in Philippine theaters, would be Lawrence Fajardo’s Silenced Nights, the country’s first competition entry in the Toronto International Film Festival. Like Edjop, it narrates the tale of a victim of fascist repression, in this case situated in the more recent presidency of Rodrigo Duterte. Unlike Edjop, however, SN is based on a figure who would have remained a nobody if he had not been the most ironically celebrated victim of Digong’s disastrous war on drugs: Kian delos Santos, a 17-year-old student who was waylaid, during the “killingest” night of Duterte’s presidency, by rogue police officers out to make a quick killing by literally performing a quick killing, so they could collect the cash rewards handed by the government to anyone who slays alleged drug dealers.

Historical sources: Ferdinand Marcos Sr.’s meeting with Edgar Jopson et al. (left); protesters denounce the killing of Kean delos Santos (right).

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11011In line with earlier biopic treatments that Philippine audiences would be familiar with, SN fictionalizes the account of delos Santos’s killing, even using a different name for the barely present character, and allowing the audience to comprehend as much as could be gleaned from the responses of his mother, as well as an accidental witness and an investigative journalist; their slum community, paradoxically named Happyland, features breathtaking vantage points that culminate in the funeral processions of extrajudicial killing victims. The trauma of commonplace EJKs, exacerbated by the depraved cheers of so-called diehard Duterte supporters (DDS), makes any form of contextual exposition redundant; the self-incriminating voice of the President alone would have been more than adequate in recalling for contemporary viewers the source of social anxieties that somehow still manage to plague us.

11011Thankfully, SN completes its screening several minutes sooner than Edjop does. Its director is also demonstrating peak ability in suspense filmmaking, with the streaming triumph of The Strangers (2012), overlooked by critics but not by Pinas-cinema afficionados on YouTube, affirming that SN actually draws its most effective skills set from horror production. In contrast with Edjop, it refuses to provide any sense of hope for anyone caught up in the web of fascist-induced terror, and turns the DDS curse on itself: one can wind up inspired and exhilarated by the very act of experiencing a filmed entertainment that amounts to virtually irrefutable condemnation of the grossest human-rights failure of any Philippine presidency since the regime of the man who once vilified Edgar Jopson to his face.

Nico Antonio & Dylan Ray Talon as EJK witness and supportive pal respectively; several EJK victims are simultaneously buried the same day.

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Note

Published September 30, 2026, in The FilAm as “2 Tales of Fascist Repression.” Edjop was produced by Open Water Productions, The Mad Goats, & Narra Post-Production Studios, while Silenced Nights was produced by Quantum Films & House on Fire.

[1] An early first-person account where the author endured and survived a New People’s Army kangaroo-court trial was Robert Francis B. Garcia’s To Suffer Thy Comrades (2017). An ambitious, sprawling, conflict-ridden but deeply moving narrative underpins the text edited by Susan Quimpo and Nathan Gilbert Quimpo, titled Subversive Lives: A Family Memoir of the Marcos Years (2012), featuring material provided by their siblings and other family members. The most recent salvo is Deeper Ground, Darker Shadows: The Making of a Mindanao Rebel (2026) by Eddie L. Quitoriano, a recollection of an insider’s extensive local and global odyssey in seeking assistance for the insurgent movement that, like the aforementioned narratives, resulted in the author’s distress and eventual disillusionment. The cumulative effect of such concerned critical literature suggests that any apologist for Jose Ma. Sison’s leadership will be compelled to explicate why its position has managed to maintain the radical edge it once claimed to possess.

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Only Star Left Standing

Honor Thy Mother (Episodes 1 & 2)
Directed by Onat Diaz & Dolly Dulu
Written by David Franche Diuco

Amid all the usual prestige vehicles for each and every aspiring Philippine film practitioner angling for some award or other, a pair of teaser episodes has been generating buzz of a different, implausible sort. The material is modest enough to enable most viewers to predict the moral arc that the story will be observing: a young mother is forced by her entrepreneurial father to devote her best years to maintaining the top industry stature of their soda product. She winds up neglecting her husband and daughter, with the former straying into the arms of her former best friend and the latter, forced by a courtroom to decide, expressing preference for her loving but improvident father.

After members of the press have gone, “chairmom” Diana Aragon unsheathes her claws in interrogating her staff on what went wrong. [Screen cap by the author]

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11011The series opens with a prominent global burger chain agreeing to exclusively feature Cala Soda in their outlets, but a series of unfortunate incidents culminates in an unmitigated PR disaster: the festive residents of a rural community are felled by food poisoning, and Cala Soda appears to have been the cause. The burger company cancels their planned partnership forthwith, and the stress of attending to several competing demands results in the now-mature career woman, dubbed “the nation’s chairmom,” suffering a stroke that lands her in hospital. The media frenzy over the incident picks up the story of Diana Aragon’s long-estranged daughter, since her death would raise the issue of inheritance. Amid the internet-era frenzy of strangers swarming the hospital claiming to be Aragon’s daughter, a young woman dressed as an orderly is recognized by Diana’s covetous brother as Patricia, Diana’s offspring.

11011Diana’s immobilization becomes the opportunity for the rest of the supporting characters to present their backstories, and for people unfamiliar with the state of Pinas telenovela production (as I am, regrettably), the actors for the most part range from striking to excellent, promising future delights when their roles can be further developed. The directors also exhibit a fluency with the quirks of contemporary TV-drama development and handling, constantly finding ways to take the material to the brink of parody without allowing it to topple over and embarrassing themselves, not to mention their characters. (The debut film of one member of the directorial tandem, Dolly Dulu, was the last entry in the study I completed, titled Canon Decampment.)

As a young mom, Diana is devastated when her daughter Patricia rejects her in favor of her estranged husband and his mistress. [Screen cap by the author]

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11011Hence Honor Thy Mother is suffused with a youthful sensibility beyond its casual deployment of digital-media phenomena. But what has aroused excitement even among elderly observers is its unexpected packaging of a throwback to the long-concluded Second Golden Age of Philippine cinema: it allows Pinas pop culture’s final multimedia star, Sharon Cuneta, to take center stage, deactivates her from the middle of the first episode to its close, then finally unleashes her on an audience who might still be wondering whether movie-queen stardom can still be possible in this day and age, especially after the death over a year ago of Nora Aunor.[1]

11011HTM is not only reminiscent of “Balot” (2023), the unexpectedly viral softdrink ad where a Cuneta impersonator sang her “Bituing Walang Ningning” lines to commemorate the cultural practice of bringing home excess food from a gathering in order to extend the celebration in other places and with other people. It also references a still-unreleased Aunor film, Adolfo Alix Jr.’s Kontrabida, where the late star paid tribute to her fans and associates by configuring herself as a forever-struggling has-been. (Both “Balot” and Kontrabida were also reviewed in The FilAm.)

Diana returns from hospital and sees Patricia with her father’s family at her home. [Screen cap by the author]

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11011With HTM, one will have to accept that Cuneta exhibits the clear ability to match Aunor’s capacity of infusing her roles with camp and humor while still drawing out deep reserves of rage and pain. The role reaches far into her past as performer, to her best collaboration with Lino Brocka, Babangon Ako’t Dudurugin Kita (1989), but with undeniable evidence of keeping abreast of shifts in media values and expectations. The emotional and analytic intelligence on display is staggering and can hardly be contained by the medium, making her close observers wonder when she’ll be returning to hard-core film performance. Like Aunor, she could even be more than ready for the legitimate stage; all that’s missing is the kind of fire that induced her predecessor to keep seeking ways of pushing her limits in order to afford Philippine appreciators the opportunity to delight in witnessing our finest talents uncovering the fullest extent of their potentials.

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Previously published September 20, 2026, in The FilAm as “Sharon Cuneta Finds Dramatic Depth in Honor Thy Mother.” The series is produced by ABS-CBN Studios, Dreamscape Entertainment, & GMA Pictures, and is available overseas on Amazon Prime Video. Many thanks to Jek Josue David for providing access.

[1] Running for less than an hour each and released September 10, 2026, the first episode is titled “Twist of Fate” while the second is “Old Wounds.” On September 17, two more episodes, “Defiance” and “Danger,” were broadcast. The series is scheduled to run at the rate of two episodes every Thursday to the end of October 2026, for a total of fourteen episodes.

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Cracked Mirrors

Greatest Performance
Directed & written by Joselito Altarejos

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Filmmakers aware of their development constantly set for themselves new challenges, in the hope that they’ll be able to meet these goals and possibly set new, more difficult ones. These stages could be detected in all the outstanding directors of the past, although with the advent of the age of digital production in the present millennium, a new type of goal-setting has emerged: one where the community of filmmakers, consciously or otherwise, embarks on attaining certain ideals as a collective. So far two primary objectives can be tracked. The first, condoned and rewarded by prestige-granting critical groups, is where the directors create conscienticizing works focused on poverty, packaged in self-consciously high-art treatments for foreign film festivals, preferably in Europe.

Left: anxiety-ridden Yvonne Rivera (Sunshine Cruz) takes a public ride to the set of her comeback film project. Right: she arrives at her movie set, wears sunglasses, and projects a happy and confident aura. [Screen caps by the author.]

11011The second, more directly in line with the ideals of filmmakers in the Second Golden Age, involves the aspiration of directors to convey their film statements directly with the local mass audience using strategies such as genres, star vehicles, topical materials, and commercially available franchise assignments. Weirdly enough, it’s the critical elite that seeks to downgrade these efforts, based apparently on a twisted perception of the career trajectory of Lino Brocka, the country’s most internationally recognized filmmaker. Contrary to most prevailing accounts, Brocka eventually broke away from his European discoverer and focused primarily on developing projects that combined political statements in mostly successful popular formats, before a vehicular accident cut short his still-thriving productivity.

Left: Katrina (Ahlyxon Leyva), the director’s current squeeze, flusters Yvonne when she asks if she needs to have her breasts enhanced. Right: Katrina dances for the film crew but mainly for Mar Alvarez (Soliman Cruz), Yvonne’s director. [Screen caps by the author]

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11011Joselito Altarejos, by apprenticing with Ishmael Bernal, Brocka’s contemporary (and for many, his superior) and commencing his filmmaking career the year after Bernal died, may be counted as one of the country’s few direct links with celluloid-era cinema. As such, he managed to stand apart from the aforementioned collective trends, although he also figured in the specialized branch of queer film production that flourished during the early years of digital filmmaking, when inexpensively produced projects could be screened in old-style movie theaters, where gay male audiences could use darkness as an opportunity for cruising. Unlike the average queer filmmaker, though, he worked with mainstream studios and, in a manner of speaking, prepared Viva Films for its successful recent foray into soft-core sex-film production.

Left: after shaming Yvonne in front of the film crew and causing her to walk out, her director Mar visits her in private to supposedly coach her alone, an offer that she resists. Right: at the end of Yvonne’s story, a similar, indeterminate event is recapitulated. [Screen caps by the author]

11011Greatest Performance arrives after he made one more turn, into politically pointed film statements during the presidency of Rodrigo Duterte, burning a few bridges in the process. His latest film will surprise anyone who closely followed his last few exertions. It has no overtly queer character except for the lead female character’s cross-dressed maid, and no connection to political discourse except for an instance of extrajudicial killing. Yet, reminiscent of his previous peak achievement, Jino to Mari (Gino and Marie, 2019), the situation is sufficiently queer without requiring anyone to state it outright, and the power play exercised by one of its male protagonists, as well as the pushback by women characters, will confirm to any viewer that patriarchy continues to exercise its unearned privilege in any corner of the planet. The Jino to Mari setting, a contemporary film production, is also where the major events of GP unfold.[1]

Left: Yvonne goes on live cam to sing “Paru-Parong Bukid,” as requested by her fans.[2] Right: Drew, Yvonne’s younger lover, uses her live appearance as an opportunity to fantasize over her. [Screen caps by the author]

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11011Yet GP proffers something that no Altarejos work has foregrounded before, although it might take a second viewing to confirm it beyond the shadow of a doubt: the entire scenario is a throwback to Bernal, Altarejos’s mentor, in the sense that the proceedings unfold unmistakably as a comedy in tragic clothing. Yvonne Rivera, a once-popular performer who put her career on hold for the sake of her marriage, has to return to production when her union fails, ironically with the same abusive director, Mar Alvarez, who launched her to stardom. On the set she meets Drew, a younger soundperson with whom she occasionally enjoys a quickie, who like her has to endure Mar’s temperamental outbursts (in one instance, Mar berates Drew for insisting on noise-free ambient sound, but in their next take the noises accumulate to the point of nearly drowning out the performers’ lines and Mar has to pretend he doesn’t mind). Mar openly flirts with Katrina, a bit player who fearlessly displays her skimpy attire and coquettish teasing, determined to attain fame at any cost.

Left: After a publicity interview (conducted by the real-life director), Yvonne descends her apartment’s staircase in a state of panic over her comeback prospect. Right: unable to sympathize with Drew’s serious financial troubles during her film’s premiere, Yvonne looks for an opportunity for one last fling with her lover. [Screen caps by the author]

11011The reflexive touches accumulate over the course of the plot, with the film’s production company acknowledged as the producer behind Ang Lihim ni Teresa, Yvonne’s comeback project. When Drew idly watches a talk program, it happens to feature Altarejos himself, providing tips for a couple of industry aspirants. Yvonne treats Drew as her personal stress-reliever, but when she shows up to address her fans on a public video exchange, Drew reverses their dynamic by using her image as an object of lust. A Bernalesque take of a troubled woman descending a staircase shows up in the film-within-a-film,[3] and in a coda after Yvonne’s happy ending, dead characters return: was this from Yvonne’s past, or another of her many nightmares, or an event in a parallel universe? Altarejos, in a (real-life) message, resists from providing a definite reply, except to mention that the film’s producers are exploring opportunities beyond a Philippine release.

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Notes

Previously published February 24, 2026, in The FilAm as “How Director Joselito Altarejos Sets Himself Apart as a Bernal Protégé.” Greatest Performance is produced by 2076 Kolektib, Pelikula Indiopendent, & StudioX. Many thanks to Joselito Altarejos for providing access and clarifying several crucial questions.

[1] To explicate this paragraph, in order of discussion: In one of my exchanges with the director, he clarified that the use of the same title of an unfinished 1989 film by Nora Aunor (listed in Canon Decampment) is strictly incidental; a sequence breakdown that I made of the earlier film is posted here. From a social-network discussion with Ma Nuno, I gathered the invaluable insight that Yvonne Rivera’s maid, in singing softly to comfort her mistress, could be practicing the healing custom that can be tracked to the predominantly women-led babaylan or native shaman tradition. Another query that could follow for viewers inclined to ponder gender issues: could there be transference in Yvonne’s quiet acceptance of her maid’s ministration? Arguably the women characters in the text are queerer than the males, even if the major ones (Yvonne and Katrina) engage in what might be regarded as counter-exploitation. Finally, the concept of reflexivity in film was brought up by, among others, semiotician Christian Metz, who used the term “mirror construction” in the title of his article.

[2] “Paru-parong Bukid (Field Butterfly)” is a traditional folk song originally known as “Mariposa Bella (Beautiful Butterfly).” The Tagalog version, used twice as a movie title and theme song (first directed by Octavio Silos in 1938, then by Armando Garces two decades later), is necessarily kid-friendly; a parodic variation, titled Mga Paru-Parong Buking (The Outed Butterflies, dir. J. Erastheo Navoa, 1985), about four gay-male professors of whom three are initially closeted, played only on the title and contained its own theme song. The nearly forgotten Spanish-language “Mariposa Bella” though is a more mature number, since it makes explicit the comparison of the butterfly with the native “Malay” maiden, uses richer descriptive imagery, and directly references mi tierra immortal or my immortal land, as befits a song that became popular during the anticolonial resistance against American occupation. See Pepe (José Mario Alas), “‘Paru-Parong Bukid’ Is Actually a Poor Translation of ‘Mariposa Bella’” in Filipino eScribbles: Online Jottings of a Filipino Out of Time (October 14, 2009).

[3] The opening shot of Ang Lihim ni Teresa, Yvonne’s comeback project, is taken directly from her action after her post-interview conversation with her maid, the only instance when a plot moment directly shows up in the fiction that the characters are creating. The shot an is an homage to Ishmael Bernal, who occasionally depicted distressed or giddy women by showing them unsteadily climbing up or down staircases, most famously in his first credited work, Pagdating sa Dulo (Near the End, 1971). The director’s appearance is a reflexive reference to Celso Ad. Castillo’s Totoy Boogie (1980), where the title character watches a TV interview of Castillo discussing the merits of Asedillo (1971), his Fernando Poe Jr. blockbuster. Later in the film, Castillo shows up and makes Totoy his kept man, yet another queer turn from the cis-het filmmaker, whose unfulfilled dream project was to star in his own production of Ang Lalakeng Nangarap Maging Nora Aunor (The Man Who Dreamed of Becoming Nora Aunor); in a parallel development, Totoy himself gets involved with a disco dancer who turns out to be the kept woman of a rich lesbian.

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Madonna of the Revolution

Lakambini [Noblewoman]
Directed by Arjanmar H. Rebeta
Written by Rody Vera

The biggest still-to-be-resolved controversy about the Philippines’s anticolonial revolution, the first in Asia, centers on the status of Andrés Bonifacio, founder of its liberation army, the Katipunan. Most adequately schooled natives would be aware that recognition of his stature as head of the country’s liberated territories was wrested by a faction that derided his status as uneducated and low-born, despite overwhelming evidence that he’d attained higher levels of historical and political awareness, a result of persistent self-education, than his critics. As a result of duplicitous maneuvering, he and his brother were subjected to a mock trial and summarily executed, their bodies never found despite an arduous month-long search covering two mountains by his widow, Gregoria de Jesús.

11011Also known as Oryang, de Jesús specified Lakambini as her nom de guerre, in acknowledgment of her husband’s position as Lakan or ruler. She accused agents of the usurpation forces of rape and was warned that she could be targeted for assassination. Julio Nakpil, one of her late husband’s lieutenants, married her and kept her safe, enabling her to survive nearly half a century after Bonifacio’s death. A lesser-known fact is that Bonifacio had appointed her his Vice President, which would have made her his successor if the revolution had not been betrayed by Emilio Aguinaldo.

Rocco Nacino & Paulo Avelino (left) as the young Andrés Bonifacio and Julian Nakpil; and Spanky Manikan (right) as the elderly Julian Nakpil. [Screencaps by the author]

11011Oryang not surprisingly lived out the rest of her life as a traumatized and oppressed figure, although she drew enough inspiration from her years of struggle to be able to codify the lessons she picked up. The challenge for anyone attempting to accomplish a feature film about her would be manifold enough to discourage profit-oriented entities such as the Metro Manila Film Festival, which refused to provide financing for Lakambini (not the only prestige project it turned down in a long history of more questionable entries than memorable ones). Aside from the whopping budgetary requirement of recreating scenes over a century in the past, an extensive millennial-era release had also tackled the same biographical narrative – Lav Diaz’s eight-hour Hele sa Hiwagang Hapis (2016).

Lovie Poe (left) and Elora Españo (right) as the young Gregoria de Jesús. [Screencaps by the author]

11011As if these travails weren’t enough, the Lakambini project suffered from scheduling complications as well as a surfeit of newly uncovered information and insights provided by contemporary historical developments, duly documented by the production team. The feature was initially meant to be a joint project of Jeffrey Jeturian and Ellen Ongkeko-Marfil, with the latter eventually deciding to assume creative producer functions. The final film credits Arjanmar H. Rebeta as director, but also makes use of the aforementioned interview materials as well as subsequent footage where a new actor, Elora Españo, replaced Lovi Poe; still one more actor, Gina Pareño, portrayed Oryang as an elderly citizen.

Gina Pareño as the elderly Gregoria de Jesús. [Screencap by the author]

11011To be sure, the use of multiple actors to portray the same character had already been attempted in earlier films, notably in That Obscure Object of Desire (1977), Luis Buñuel’s well-received last film. But where Buñuel’s purpose was to illustrate the central male character’s shifting perceptions, Lakambini’s turn (as articulated in the film by its director) serves to impress on the viewer the possibility of Oryang representing not one fixed type, but the fuller array of Philippine womanhood. The film’s purpose is further heightened by the actors’ capabilities, with Pareño, an entire cluster of her own share of well-publicized trauma and triumph behind her, ushering the text’s literal mergence of fiction and fact in a remarkable final sequence that will be permanently imprinted on the memory of anyone who watches it.

11011The only possible hesitation for most audiences, apart from the film’s formal novelty, would be the unremitting sadness of Oryang’s story: not only was she, like the revolution, violated by the very people expected to support her cause, she also lived through all three periods of vicious colonization, dying during World War II before the country attained any form of liberation. She allows herself some consolation in hearing the news of the failure of the fraudulent president’s attempt to legitimize his bloody power-grab via national elections, but issues perhaps the most important historical principle ever made by any Philippine political entity: that history, in its own time, will unmask hidden iniquity (preceding by a few decades Martin Luther King’s much-quoted statement on the arc of the moral universe bending toward justice).

11011Yet the filmmakers involved in the project had been capable in the past of creating difficult reflexive material with light-handed, even comic applications.[1] The daring with which they packaged the narrative of Gregoria de Jesús has not only accurately represented her as a polysemic figure, capable of addressing folks from several generations and persuasions and possibly even nationalities; it has also made her recognizable to millennial audiences, with their preference for experiencing multimedia banter and tolerance for crisscrossing various levels of reality. Lakambini has enabled her to step into the here and now, and the pleasant surprise is that her messages continue to resonate.

Note

Previously published July 27, 2025, in The FilAm. Non-essential disclosures: I was present during the feature film’s first day of shooting, intending to occasionally attend in order to observe a post-celluloid production, since the technological transition to digital occurred while I was busy writing my doctoral dissertation. I was also chair of the board of jurors during the short film festival where Arjanmar H. Rebeta’s entry (see note below) won several prizes. Finally, before production started, I wrote “Theater, Film, & Everything In-Between,” effectively an introduction to Two Women as Specters of History: Lakambini and Indigo Child by Rody Vera (Ateneo de Manila University Press, 2019), the annotated and translated screenplays of two prizewinning films; the book, also a prizewinner, was edited by Ellen Ongkeko-Marfil.

[1] Each of the names who directorially participated had works that may be classified as reflexive but in differing respects: Ellen Ongkeko-Marfil’s last completed film, Indigo Child (2016), was a documentation of a restaged play; Arjanmar H. Rebeta’s previous work, “Libro for Ransom” (2023), was a short film on an investigative journalist’s pursuit of the truth behind the disappearance and recovery of the novels of José Rizal in 1961. Jeffrey Jeturian had three titles, Tuhog (Larger than Life, 2001), Bikini Open (2005), and Ekstra (The Bit Player, 2013) – the first a tracking of the process of the adaptation of a rape case for a commercial film project, the second a mockumentary on a beauty contest, and the third a mockumentary on, as the title indicated, film and TV extras.

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A Measure of Devotion

Faney [Fan]
Directed & written by Adolfo Borinaga Alix Jr.

Left: Milagros (Laurice Guillen), hearing the news about Nora Aunor’s death, goes over her collection of Noranian memorabilia. Right: Bea (Althea Ablan), discovering her great-grandmother’s devotion, introduces the word “faney,” contemporary slang for fan. [Faney, Frontrow Entertainment, Intele Builders, Noble Wolf, AQ Films; screen caps by author. Click on pic for clearer images.]

The reverberation of a life after one has died is no longer new because of the dissemination of media-generated popular culture. It should be no surprise that the departure of Nora Aunor has affirmed what film critic and Jefferson public service awardee Mauro Feria Tumbocon Jr. described as “a subgenre yet to be named, where Aunor plays herself as singer-performer” – except that in the recently released Faney, she no longer exists in our world. The film, part of a substantial list of works already completed (some with her still alive in them), is evidence of how intensively she focused on the legacy she wanted to leave behind: not in terms of trophies or material wealth, but in the record of solid performances that she became known for since her emergence as the country’s most capable actor in the 1970s.

Recovering from the shock of hearing the news, Milagros “remembers” her idol by performing highlights from her favorite Aunor films – left, Bilangin ang Bituin sa Langit (1989, dir. Elwood Perez) and right, Himala (1982, dir. Ishmael Bernal). [Faney, Frontrow Entertainment, Intele Builders, Noble Wolf, AQ Films; screen caps by author. Click on pic for clearer images.]

11011Faney also testifies to how carefully she cultivated artistic alliances, with Adolfo Alix Jr. taking the place of Mario O’Hara, whose untimely demise from leukemia she mourned openly. Alix was more prolific than O’Hara and already had a few noteworthy projects when he and Aunor first collaborated, but again like O’Hara, his growth trajectory found a grounding that it had been seeking out. Part of the confidence he needed was provided by Aunor herself, since her sheer presence in any type of undertaking always assured, at minimum, an exceptional delivery and a sense that she’d intervened in the project not for highlighting or glamorizing herself, but for enriching the text’s sociopolitical possibilities.

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Left: Outside the funeral parlor of Aunor’s wake at Heritage Memorial Park, Pacita M. (Roderick Paulate) accosts an interloper whom he recognizes as belonging to a rival camp. Right: After a sabunutan (hair-pulling contest), the rival’s toupee comes off, which Pacita M. then treats it like a washer in sipa (a native footbag-like game). [Faney, Frontrow Entertainment, Intele Builders, Noble Wolf, AQ Films; screen caps by author. Click on pic for clearer images.]

11011One byproduct of her renewed productivity, after an extended sabbatical in the US, lies in the number of industry participants who had been formerly indifferent, sometimes even hostile, toward her. Faney features a comic turn by Roderick Paulate in his famed Rhoda persona, playing a devotee who’s accused by another fanatic of betraying a rival star, with whom he erupts in a hair-pulling contest. The character who first mentions the film title is played by Althea Ablan, who’s typically millennial in her adulation of a fictional boy band, while her grandmother is essayed by long-time Aunor associate Gina Alajar, serving as the voice of caution regarding her own mother’s overwhelming, decades-spanning fanaticism.

Left: Wandering on the memorial park grounds, Milagros runs into Edgar (Bembol Roco), with whom she has a wordless, inconclusive confrontation. Right: Ian de Leon, Nora’s biological son, who thanks the mostly elderly fans who showed up at Heritage, is embraced tearfully by Milagros, with Bea realizing that Noranian fandom has been more enduring than her own K-pop fanaticism. [Faney, Frontrow Entertainment, Intele Builders, Noble Wolf, AQ Films; screen caps by author. Click on pic for clearer images.]

11011The great-grandmother on whom the narrative turns (described as “emotionally wrought yet effective” by film expert Jojo Devera[1]) is embodied by Laurice Guillen, who springs a few surprises with her presence. She’d trained in theater, as Paulate also did, and where Aunor once immersed in productively: anyone fortunate enough to have seen this trio in their respective stage appearances would instantly understand why theater’s any actor’s true medium. But after several film directors, including the otherwise reliable Lino Brocka, could not maximize her performative potential, she found her own footing when she ventured into film directing. The first jaw-dropper is in how she never had any solo-lead film roles all this time, with Faney constituting only her third, after Jay Altarejos’s Guardia de Honor last year and Alix’s Karera in 2009. The more startling revelation is how perfect she turns out to be for the part, as if all the years of being kept from disclosing her full store of histrionic talent enabled an outpouring of, to use the proper descriptor, Noranian proportions.

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Left: Informed that the parlor will have to close early for that day, the fans decide to continue waiting outside. Right: After Milagros says that she accepted any actor paired with Aunor, Lola Flor (Perla Bautista) says that she preferred the blockbuster Guy & Pip (Tirso Cruz III) love team most of all and describes how she would stay all day in the movie house and made sure to eat without taking her eyes off the screen. [Faney, Frontrow Entertainment, Intele Builders, Noble Wolf, AQ Films; screen caps by author. Click on pic for clearer images.]

11011Only favorable results can arise out of such an approach. The film’s few technical imperfections can be overridden by such an all-infusive display of prowess, with several introspective moments held fast by the eloquence of her appearance: where Aunor made her eyes speak volumes, Guillen deploys her entire face – an even more effective mechanism, truth be told. Her penultimate silent moment is when she encounters a male contemporary who we also see for the first time, and no words need to be uttered for us to deduce that he had shared a past with her. This also serves as a throwback to the climax of Aunor with Vilma Santos in Ishmael Bernal’s Ikaw Ay Akin (1978), which is not the only reflexive moment in the film. In fact the entire outing offers a cornucopia of references for any avid pop-culture follower, starting with the aliases the followers give themselves – “Bona” for Milagros (Guillen’s character) and “Pacita M.” for Paulate’s hell-raising smarty-pants – as well as wisecrack exchanges that sound increasingly familiar until the characters declare the titles of the source films.

Left: Still lighthearted, Pacita M. narrates a low point in his life, when (like many Noranians) he had to work overseas and be unable to see Aunor in person for several years. Right: Milagros returns with her granddaughter Babette (Gina Alajar) and Bea to visit Aunor’s grave at the Heroes Memorial Cemetery. [Faney, Frontrow Entertainment, Intele Builders, Noble Wolf, AQ Films; screen caps by author. Click on pic for clearer images.]

11011But it’s in the self-owned silent moments where Guillen makes her mark. The first one, when Milagros hears the news of Aunor’s death and brings out her memorabilia collection, sets the tone of melancholy over loss and aging with the comic undercurrent of insistent, undying obsession. The last one, where she stands with her family over Aunor’s grave and gazes in the distance, will reward any open-hearted viewer with an unexpected moment of grace that doesn’t have to be spoiled in a review. Just make sure to allow Faney to make the mark that Aunor left for us to savor.

Note

First published June 14, 2025, as “Laurice Guillen Is a Devoted Nora Fan in Tribute Film Faney,” in The FilAm.

[1] Devera also provided a later insight, confirmed by the director, to account for how the film was able to make the most of the presence of crowds at Heritage Memorial Park as well as the prevalent air of melancholy that descended on the city: Alix conceptualized and cast the film as soon as the news of Aunor’s death broke out, and took the actors to the relevant locales during the period of her wake.

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Counteractive

Kontrabida [Villain]
Directed by Adolfo Borinaga Alix Jr.
Written by Jerry B. Gracio

After completing work on Kontrabida, Nora Aunor was finally declared National Artist, minus the execrable intrusion of any political leader or showbiz rival (essential disclosure: in June 2014, The FilAm was the first publication to criticize the ill-advised decision by President Benigno Aquino III to drop her name from the list of submissions). What should have been happy news, however, turned out distressing for her followers: she endured a severe medical emergency, declared dead at one point but revived through the intervention of an understandably panicked health team.

Anita as a haughty society matron, in her opening dream sequence. [Screen cap from Kontrabida, courtesy of Magsine Tayo!]

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11011Kontrabida might therefore be the last opportunity to watch a consummate Aunor film, although the hesitation of casual viewers would be understandable. Its director’s track record has been spotty, and the Metro Manila Film Festival’s consistent rejection of its participation is reminiscent of its judgment on her own auteur project, Greatest Performance, in 1989. Yet what traces remain of GP suggest an ambitious and exemplarily performed work, one of the MMFF’s gravest missteps in a long list of embarrassments. Kontrabida’s an even more egregious instance of insider politicking and institutional negligence.

11011Any initial viewing will instantly distinguish the film as reminiscent of Aunor’s case history during her peak premillennial years, when filmmakers would be able to realize significant achievements by simply having her on board; her skills in streamlining, clarifying, and amplifying character attributes was (and remains) second to none, ascribable to her intensive experience in creative processes and immersion in her compatriots’ sociological concerns. Kontrabida has also turned out to be her first millennial project that references her stature as queer icon, resisting the typical indie practitioner’s tendency to recognize her considerable store of gifts by unnecessarily pedestalizing her.

Jaclyn Jose as Dolly, a devoted fan of Anita. [Screen cap from Kontrabida courtesy of Magsine Tayo!]

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11011The best way of extracting the film’s potential would be by focusing on the persona that she proffers, inasmuch as Aunor appears in every scene. Early in the plot, her Anita Rosales prepares to dispose of the bric-a-brac she accumulated as a movie supporting player, including her only acting trophy. Any devoted Philippine cinema observer would readily recognize that the object happens to be Anita Linda’s only Maria Clara award, the first institutional prize ever handed out for local film achievement. A fan of hers shows up to purchase it, and it turns out to be played by the recently departed Jaclyn Jose – who professes so much devotion that she decides to return the item to its owner.[1]

11011The parallelisms with film history are profound and moving, yet unobtrusive enough to remain hidden for those who prefer to ignore them. Aunor was the actor who set out to challenge Linda’s First Golden Age stature as the country’s greatest performer and succeeded due to her marshaling of her own privileges as the most successful star in Pinas cinema as well as the upgrade in resources and sensibility of the Second Golden Age; Jose meanwhile carved out her own niche in depicting characters ravaged beyond redemption by poverty and managed to snag the much-coveted Cannes Film Festival best actress prize in the process.

Anita comforts her intellectually challenged neighbor Jai after his father went berserk during his mother and her new partner’s wedding. [Screen cap from Kontrabida courtesy of Magsine Tayo!]

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11011Linda had been gone by the time Kontrabida was made (her final starring role was also in an Alix film), but neither Aunor nor Jose, just like Linda before them and unlike a long list of their contemporaneous performers, make an effort to recapture their appearance during their Golden Age glory years. The weight they put on, the wrinkles, lumps, and veins on their faces, their slower movements and weaker physical capacities – all affirm their lifetime aspiration to enable their audiences to identify with them. In this instance, they constitute a redefinition of glamour for those who care to ponder on these matters: that it might mean conforming to a near-unattainable youthful ideal for the vast majority, but it could also mean the fulfillment of long-cultivated potential offered for widespread and long-term public consumption: talent, to paraphrase Pauline Kael, will always be a surer guarantee of glamour.

11011Alix of course had collaborated long enough with Aunor to be able to provide unintrusive details that function like humor devices, and then some: Anita begins by slapping someone in her high-camp dream where she plays a society matron, but gets slapped symbolically by her working-class existence in a crisis-ridden administration; she may have retained ownership of her acting trophy, but we eventually get to see how Aunor herself regards these empty symbols of triumph;[2] she lives in a world where those who recognize her adulate her for her past attainments, but she pays the closest attention to people taken for granted by everyone else.

After helping her rehearse for her comeback role, Ramon asks Anita to dance with him. [Screen cap from Kontrabida courtesy of Magsine Tayo!]

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11011Toward a later part of the film, Alix introduces Bembol Roco, one of her few male contemporaries who has perfectly understood that one must complement Aunor in order to survive a scene with her, in the role of her infirm ex-husband Ramon. The exchanges of scripted lines between them play on their characters’ real-life circumstances and display the warmth and collegiality that their long-time immersion in Philippine film culture has enabled. Anita then forms a pistol with her fingers and aims it at Ramon, then reflexively remarks “bad acting” about herself. The gesture’s payoff is earth-shattering but doesn’t have to be spoiled in a review. Kontrabida nonetheless deserves to be watched for all the tremendous pleasure and pain that the full life of a genuine film artist has brought to the project.

Notes

First published November 18, 2024, as “Nora Returns Minus the Glamour of the Glory Years,” in The FilAm.

[1] Dolly claims that Anita turned her life around by inspiring her to avenge herself on her wrongdoers. In her real-life career, Jaclyn Jose became a much sought-after camp presence in TV drama by specializing in comically snobbish aristocrats, similar to the characters that Anita dreams that she portrays, but directly opposed to Nora Aunor’s actual movie persona.

11011Her first significant interview was titled “Walang Bold sa Langit [Bold Not Allowed in Heaven]” (1986), conducted by Ricky Lee, retitled “May Bold Ba sa Langit? [Is Bold Allowed in Heaven?]” and reprinted in his 2009 anthology Si Tatang at Mga Himala ng Ating Panahon: Koleksyon ng mga Akda or Old Man and the Miracles of Our Time: Collection of Writings, pp. 70-74). In it, Jose mentioned watching Ishmael Bernal’s Himala [Miracle] (1982) for her lesson in acting excellence and described how she wished she could perform on the same level that Nora Aunor had demonstrated, attaining maximal impact via the smallest of gestures. A final Noranian intertext occurs in Emmanuel Dela Cruz’s 2005 film Sarong Banggi [One Night], where Jose’s character, also named Jaclyn, professes fanaticism toward Aunor, her fellow Bicol-born native. (Thanks to Deo Antazo for this vital recollection.)

Nora Aunor on the set of Kontrabida, with Anita Linda’s memento. [Photo by Adolfo Borinaga Alix Jr.]

[2] I am indebted to critic-archivist Jojo Devera, not just for providing access to Kontrabida, but also for pointing out the function that Anita Linda’s Maria Clara trophy signifies in the plot of the film.

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First Blush

Unang Tikim [First Taste]
Directed by Roman Perez Jr.
Written by Mariane Maddawat

Launched during the start of the current decade, the Vivamax arm of Viva Films swiftly dominated the subscription streaming services of Philippine cinema and never let up since. The answer will be obvious to anyone who checks out Netflix and several other so-called over-the-top (meaning bypassing middle agencies) services: specialized products, less costliness for the consumer, absence of censorship. It also doesn’t take a lot of figuring out to determine what material the service focuses on, which is what the majority of homesick overseas kabayans demand – sex, as much as the average film presentation can contain without devolving into gonzo pornography, softcore style.

11011Philippine-based recognition mechanisms still have to give Vivamax its due,[1] but an American film festival, the FACINE International, already gave its grand prize last year to Lawrence Fajardo’s Erotica Manila: Foursome, a concatenation of TV-style shorts. Its gold winner for short film was a hard-hitting satire titled “How to Make an Effective Campaign Ad,” directed by Roman Perez Jr., who also took charge of the first theatrically released Vivamax project, titled Unang Tikim (literally First Taste, officially translated as First Time).

The first couple, Yuna and Becca. [Unang Tikim, Pelikula Indiopendent & Viva Films; screen cap by author]

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11011So far the film has attained the stature of moderate box-office performer, running into its second week in selected venues – certainly a far more preferable fate than the usual theatrical flop that characterizes even major releases nowadays. More surprising is the type of theme tackled by Unang Tikim: sex, as expected of a Vivamax production, but with the primary relationship transpiring between two women. To be sure, positively depicted lesbian narratives are not new to Philippine cinema, although they occur with far less frequency than gay-male stories. Marilou Diaz-Abaya, the first woman-filmmaker National Artist, arguably started the trend in 1986 with Sensual, also a “bold” (or sex-themed) venture like Unang Tikim.

11011The primary points to make regarding other early attempts at recuperating same-sex love stories between women is that first, they were mostly featured as subplots in straight-centered narratives; and second, they had to contend with the usual homophobic demonization of gay women in local releases. (I can only remember one other premillennial release, Mel Chionglo’s I Want to Live from 1990, as another woman-positive presentation; an earlier “event” movie, Danny L. Zialcita’s T-bird at Ako [Lesbian and Me] from 1982, resorted to visiting violence on its lesbian character, although it nevertheless features a sharply observed turn from another National Artist, Nora Aunor.)

The rival couple, Yuna and Nicco. [Unang Tikim, Pelikula Indiopendent & Viva Films; screen cap by author]

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11011The digitalization of film production during the millennial era brought with it a number of well-realized women’s love stories, most of it from independent producers, with Sigrid Andrea Bernardo’s 2013 Ang Huling Cha-Cha ni Anita (Anita’s Last Cha-Cha) standing out for being a coming-of-age tale, the distaff counterpart of Aureus Solito’s Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros (The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros) from 2005. In a remarkable category all its own is Joel Lamangan’s Sabel, a 2004 film based on the seemingly incredible though real life-based odyssey of a woman who started out as an easy-going teenager, entered the nunnery after giving birth, married the prisoner who raped her, then emerged after a long disappearance as a rebel warrior committed to a female spouse. (Sabel and I Want to Live were both scripted by yet another recent National Artist, Ricky Lee.)

11011Unang Tikim constitutes a throwback to the earlier sexualized treatments of lesbian film narratives, with one character’s bisexuality providing the crisis in the plot. It also desists from dealing primarily with “developments” in which one or the other character suffers physical homophobic retaliation – possibly a lack when we inspect actual lesbian stories, but strangely affecting in this case because of the respite it provides from the usual judgmental approach. The fact that Perez, in less than a decade of practice, has overseen well over a dozen film projects, alongside Vivamax’s determination to mount a widescreen-worthy attraction, has resulted in a work of ineffable sensuality and beauty.

Held by Nicco, Yuna finds support from Becca. [Unang Tikim, Pelikula Indiopendent & Viva Films; screen cap by author]

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11011What must have added to non-Vivamax viewers’ fascination is the fact that an impressive stable of talents has been residing in the studio – most of them necessarily excluded from mainstream TV-centered programs because of their readiness to bare flesh and engage in activities that may be considered less-than-wholesome, to put it mildly. The film embraces the central female couple’s class difference and even occasional bouts of rage alongside their expressions of passion, but always with a tenderness in its approach to their pain; when such respect for the humanity of Others is extended to the male interloper in their story, that kind of treatment makes total sense in the course of the unfolding of their difficulties.

11011The only complaint one might raise about Unang Tikim is how the measure of its throwback is too far off in the past,[2] so that the complications provided by more recent lesbian film romances seem to be way in advance of the characters’ fates. As if to dig in further, it provides a closure that nearly elevates its realistic material to the realm of the fantastic. But in terms of a narrative tradition that cannot boast of having enough happy endings, what the film purveys deserves to be regarded as an intervention worth maintaining.

Notes

First published August 23, 2024, as “A Lesbian-Positive Film” in The FilAm.

[1] On August 18, 2024, after I had drafted and submitted this review to The FilAm for publication, the Young Critics Circle announced that they were nominating Lawrence Fajardo’s Erotica Manila: Foursome, the same aforementioned FACINE gold prizewinner, for their Film Desk’s annual competition in all their available categories except first film. One of the few instances where I was glad to be proved wrong by my homegrown colleagues.

[2] Upon the filmmaker’s recommendation, I watched a previous film he made, titled Sol Searching (2018), and was appalled at the critical negligence it suffered, despite its clear superiority to nearly all the other titles released during the same period. In a social-network post, I speculated that this may also have been due to the work’s throwback properties, reminiscent of unpolished celluloid material as well as the “developmentalist” media policies of the early martial-law period during the presidency of Ferdinand Marcos Sr.

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Afflictions

The Hearing
Directed by Lawrence Fajardo
Written by Honelyn Joy Alipio

The twentieth edition of the Cinemalaya Independent Film Festival actually featured a number of entries that betokened its coming of age, inevitably disappointing certain sectors who would have preferred more of their type of cinema than see other samples being given equal time. One could construct a formal spectrum ranging from documentary to mainstream-starred feature and find various netizen voices clamoring for each one while deriding all the rest as unworthy of inclusion.

11011This may actually be a positive indicator of the event’s inclusivity (or its cynicism, if one were to adopt a more negative stance). Each of the entries was marked by its configuration of what “independence” meant for its own specific application, with the real-world intimidation of an entry that had to be consequently pulled from exhibition effectively rupturing the limits of this mode of practice: Lost Sabungeros, a documentary on 36 missing cockfighting enthusiasts, was announced as cancelled without any definite reason, fueling speculation regarding the intervention of prominent business and/or political figures implicated in the report’s findings.

11011Having no direct access to any screening, I can only provide cursory notes on critical responses to some of the entries as well as provisional commentary on one text made available by its production group. Advocates for reality-based film production have glommed onto Alipato at Muog (Ember and Fortress), directed by JL Burgos, about the well-known abduction and disappearance of his brother Jonas in 2007. Hysterical responses have also been expressed regarding Kip Oebanda’s Balota (Ballot), on the adversity endured by a public-school teacher tasked with delivering election results, played by deglamorized TV and movie star Marian Rivera (“the masses are stupid … putangina” went one contradiction-laden writeup). Several other commentators who foregrounded their ideal of neorealist-inspired indie practice (i.e., no professional performers, narrative drawn from real life, advancing a social problem that proper legislation could solve, if only) endorsed Richard Jeroui Salvadico and Arlie Sweet Sumagaysay’s Tumandok, on a Visayan Ati community’s struggle to raise funds to legalize their land claims.

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Lucas stares accusingly at Father Mejor, with the other townspeople unaware of the tension. [The Hearing, Cinemalaya, Pelikulaw, & Center Stage Productions, screen cap by the author]

11011As it turned out, The Hearing, the only entry to which I was granted access, embodied some of the most problematic responses in the commentaries of festival observers. No one denied the timeliness and urgency of its message, yet even its most enthusiastic responders couldn’t get over the fact that it wasn’t as polished as a feature film ought to be.[1] Its exceptional condition reminded me of an entry during the 2008 edition, Ellen Ongkeko-Marfil’s Boses (Voices), which was the festival’s only advocacy film – and the only movie excluded that year from a festival prize. That period of over a decade and a half in the past was certainly more saturated in indie idealism, with a self-declared film authority dominating the since-suspended Cinemalaya Film Congress in order to ensure that any hint of mainstream accommodation be exposed, denounced, and sidelined.

11011The Hearing will certainly bear close scrutiny as a bellwether of how far attitudes have shifted, if they ever did at all. So far, film analysts still feel stumped by their standard academic preparation in evaluating a work according to its several elements – a vexatious paradox, to say the least, since all those elements had already been brought together in order to arrive at a finalized work. The key to approaching such a film is in recognizing how its function as an advocacy piece aligns it more closely with the documentary than with feature-filmmaking tradition. As such, any viewing pleasure it provides will only happen to be coincidental.

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Asked to demonstrate how the violation occurred, Lucas relives his trauma all over again. [The Hearing, Cinemalaya, Pelikulaw, & Center Stage Productions, screen cap by the author]

11011The mise-en-scène immediately makes this purpose apparent. In keeping with its reduction in resources, the film’s characters are situated front and center, with the camera functioning as conversation partner. The strategy motivates the verbal exchanges, as it would in a regular feature film; but since the main character is speech-and-hearing impaired, his point-of-view shots are rendered with severely muted sounds, wherein his companions take time to use gestures or request sign-language users to convey their statements to him. The fact that the film refuses to violate his infirmity by, in effect, jump-cutting to the verbal articulations of his companions demonstrates how this type of advocacy filmmaking upholds the documentary project in accepting what historical reality has provided. We (as audiences) will just have to find our filmic pleasures in other ways.

11011The film also acknowledges the narrative’s real-life origin in skipping over the character’s judicial triumph – a gift of a grand jump-cut if there ever was one. We witness the siblings attempting to amuse themselves, and their parents taking in their children’s happiness while demonstrating some anxiety over a future in which they had isolated themselves from the largesse provided by clerical privilege; devastation eventually arrives in the form of statistical information flashed right before the closing credits. The Hearing offers no easy way out for its audience, inasmuch as its own characters had none of their own either. What it provides in exchange is the close, admittedly uncomfortable, association with the kind of person we would normally take pains to avoid if we could. The few sad moments it extracts ought to count as fair exchange.

Note

First published August 12, 2024, as “An Unpolished Film with a Timely Social Justice Message” in The FilAm.

[1] In February 2025, Lawrence Fajardo completed a tuned-up version of the film, effectively reducing its running time by about ten minutes. This may be considered the equivalent of a (so far unannounced) director’s cut. See the reconsidered review by Jojo Devera, “Passion and Compassion,” in his Sari-Saring Sineng Pinoy blog (uploaded February 13, 2025).

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Corrosive Criticism

Last month’s just-concluded Cinemalaya Philippine Independent Film Festival, the first after a full year of the presidency of Ferdinand Marcos Jr., yielded a few controversies, the latest of which was centered on the pullout of a politically themed film from the opening ceremony – allegedly because it was censored (per political sectors), or possibly because seven hours was too long to wait out a ceremonial entry (per festival organizers). This would not be surprising, considering that the pre-ousted Marcos family was known to be the most culturally obsessed among Philippine presidential administrations; although truth be told, at the peak of the Marcos Sr. presidency, any politically (and even sexually) daring movie would have been shown at the government’s Manila Film Center venue without anyone bothering to bat a false eyelash.

11011Prior to the current uproar, a commotion over a social-network film reviewer boiled over and took much longer to simmer down. In fact the said reviewer had already been writing for over a year, but the only filmmakers who objected were the ones working for a streaming outlet specializing in sex-themed material. (Personal disclosure: I acceded to several friends’ request to criticize the reviewer and uploaded an article to my blog, my first this year, for that purpose; see “Anonymity & Its Discontents.”) This for me remains the key to the trouble that the festival had with this specific evaluator. The participants – artists, readers, even the reviewer himself – operated from not just an outmoded but also a long-unworkable set of assumptions. No wonder no resolution could be worked out.

11011The premise I’m referring to is the one on which the entire concept of Cinemalaya rests: that of identifying and subsidizing a vanguard of “best” emerging film artists. The necessarily politicized process this generates can be tracked to a well-intended system of adequate training – way back when no such option was available in the country; so even from the start, only aspirants who were sufficiently privileged because of class and/or nationality could actually achieve the necessary qualifications. Meaning it was never sufficient to just be talented and motivated; some form of social entitlement (wealth, foreign training, industry contacts) would more often than not prove more effective. To better articulate the criteria and identify those who best exemplified the worthiness of outstanding aspirants, elite institutions – government and education, conveniently overlapping in the national university – volunteered to make their presence palpable.

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11011What this led to was a clutch of spectacles by which film commentary would be nearly exclusively identified: annual exercises, in the form of festivals, that showcase entries preselected by supposedly discriminating evaluators, plus sets of prizes either for this closed system or for the entire industry, nearly all of which enact a dramatic process that can still occasionally prove captivating and suspenseful. Said process begins when a group of “deserving” talents would be announced, from which a circle of self-proclaimed authorities would eventually declare (during “normal” conditions) one winner. One can see how entrenched this mentality is when several sets of academe-based groups continue to follow this annual ritual despite supposedly being more alert to its deleterious effects, starting with fostering divisiveness in the community of artists.

11011Hence the fascinating particulars of the Cinemalaya brouhaha, where the aforementioned Facebook reviewer provided rankings for the competition entries, culminating in an alternate set of awards. The complaints predictably came from filmmakers whose works were given low grades, with attendant unflattering commentary. What made this response dubious on its face is immediately evident: would they have voiced any objection if they were given higher evaluations? Earlier outed as singular and biologically male, the reviewer himself posted his rationale – that since film screenings are costly, he’s providing a service to the general public by assessing for them which entries he believes are worth watching and which ones should be shunned.[1]

11011A more sensible set of comments focused on the reviewer’s six-plus scoring system (from zero to five stars), which he had earlier expanded to include negative numbers. At some point, he wound up with a negative-infinity score for a movie he regarded as the worst, then realized that another movie was even worse and awarded it with a square root of negative-infinity score. This attempt to display mathematical competence is innumerate to anyone with a casual familiarity with basic principles in the field.[2] The actual issues, which everyone missed out on, is also what the entire existing system of film evaluation fails to do. First, determining film worth according to quantifiable standards of art, or relevance, or morality, no longer really matters as much as figuring out the issues that generated the work and how its audience responded to it. Hence the reviewer’s attempt at further refining his criteria (the equivalent of the award-givers’ categories) is a step forward … in the wrong direction.

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11011Second, which was the topic I’d posted about earlier, by presuming to write about practitioners who have no option except to announce their identities, the reviewer will have no ethical justification for insisting on his anonymity. Is the country under a system of colonization or fascism, when underground literature historically became indispensable? Or are the film practitioners capable of criminally endangering those who criticize them? These are only rhetorical questions, of course. The non-rhetorical one is: why is the community of publicists protecting this reviewer’s identity, and why are the complaining artists not seeing anything anomalous about this? The scary answer is – because they all agree that film evaluation can only be expressed one way, by ranking one another, and the more difficult scientific and cultural work doesn’t have to get done. The ultimate winner here is none other than our reviewer-ranker, the one who (in a better world) deserves to be positioned at the bottom of the heap, representing the award-giving critics who can laze around and write unthinkingly and assert their power over industry practitioners when the season for holding their trophies aloft arrives once more.

Notes

First published August 31, 2023, as “Film Critico Incognito” in The FilAm. The specified social-network critic took down all the posts referenced in this article. I am maintaining the current piece as a cautionary example, since in this type of instance, a vacancy left by anyone who attained virality can be easily replaced by some other interested party.

[1] This ranking system was first propagated by a member of the Filipino Film Critics Circle in the 1970s-80s, so it makes sense that other members of this group will be tolerant, if not supportive, of this reviewer. Anyone sufficiently familiar with this system will readily see how cultural products of all types are notoriously irreducible to preordained criteria. The most artistically innovative ones, in fact, demand that their evaluators observe a new set of standards, while the most popularly successful ones demand an entirely different set of approaches premised on historical conditions.

11011In fact, the Cinemalaya outcry echoed an earlier quarrel, this time between the reviewer and Marcos-family hagiographer Darryl Yap. With an army of fanatical followers of his Vincentiments page, Yap was able to lodge enough complaints against the reviewer to get the latter’s page suspended on Facebook. He also posted a photograph of the reviewer’s masked face but desisted from identifying him by name (presumably easily accomplishable by referring to the guest list of any screening attended by the person he wanted to denounce). The reviewer, meanwhile, frantically uploaded material supportive of Bongbong Marcos’s then-already defeated adversary, Leni Robredo.

11011Other close observers have similarly pointed out how the reviewer exhibits biases favoring certain queer or Chinoy filmmakers; whatever the implications of these preferences, the reviewer’s insistence on shielding himself from further inspection places him in an unearned special category, elevated in his own mind and possibly those of other publicists, critics, artists, and his own set of social-network fanatics, all of whom seem to accept his anonymous stature as a right only he had earned one way or another. More disturbingly, in terms of pandering to their respective admirers, Yap conducts himself with relatively more dignity and confidence, despite having to contend with more persistent trolls.

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[2]
The reviewer’s technical troubles begin with his ranking scheme: since he initially awarded anywhere from zero to five stars, he would write a specific score out of five (from 0/5 through 5/5). In overstepping these arithmetical specifications by providing negative points, his goal was obviously to demonstrate greater distance from the lowest possible value, which is 0/5 or zero. Negative-infinity, however, can be conceptually proved to be no different from infinity (which is why it is extremely rarely invoked in real-world applications, e.g. astronomy or nuclear physics), while the square root of a negative number would be an impossible value. But if we assume that a square root of a number can be taken before turning it negative, then because of the negative placement, the supposedly smaller value is actually larger: say our limit of infinity is 9 (and therefore -9 is negative-infinity); its square root is 3, which then makes -3 actually closer to zero and therefore higher than -9. So the intended lower value (square root of negative infinity) is demonstrably higher than the value that purportedly diminishes it (negative infinity).

11011More deplorable than this abstractional weakness is the reviewer’s moral failure in posting insulting or abusive comments against the films he regards as unworthy of his high scores. Not surprisingly, his followers find this behavior delightful, thus further inciting their pseudo-expert’s immature conduct. Yet again, the educational training of a school population encouraged (even by purportedly progressive educators) to regard pop-culture artifacts as deserving of dismissive treatment results in such lumpenbourgeois spectacles. Lost in this cheap grasping for maximum virality is the reality that any industrial undertaking in a developing country will always be under threat of collapse, with any number of breadwinners facing the possibility of resorting to more desperate forms of fund-raising as a result. In short, regardless of the ranking that any critic assigns to any completed film, the recuperation of its investment will mean, first and foremost, that its workers can continue to hope in the prospect of a follow-up project. From this perspective, any critic who aims to impede this drive for productivity deserves to be regarded as no better than an antiproletarian henchperson.

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