Mike de Leon's Itim (1976) is a quiet, delicate piece, one aching with loss and regret. It's the kind of film which demands patience, not least because of the static photography and the largely wordless storytelling he employs. The characters are established with quick, subtle strokes. There are prolonged stretches which unfold without dialogue with only flourishes of a score. His tendency as a director is to privilege images over dialogue. Sometimes he hangs on an image for minutes more than we’re conditioned to expect by most Filipino films, forcing us to contemplate what we’re seeing. The storytelling is conveyed through style over narrative, both in its lingering visuals and editing. You have to watch, feel and experience what’s onscreen in order to follow the story, which begins to play with our expectations in ways that are deeply satisfying, almost cathartic. He repurposes elements of horror and makes them melancholic.
In Batch '81 (1982), De Leon guides us through Sid Lucero's (Mark Gil) initiation into ΑΚΩ (Alpha Kappa Omega), a prestigious campus fraternity, based around surviving hell as a rite of passage to entry into the fraternity that’s intended to build the bonds of brotherhood. The film is a terrifying look at this phenomenon – it’s about out-of-control male machismo, the sadistic pack instinct, hazing and its repercussions on vulnerable individuals. A sequence of a pack of naked young men silent, though they are clearly shouting or maybe screaming, explores in convincing detail the sadistic macho posturing that pervades such organizations. But as the hazing gets more and more psychologically and physically tormenting, the casual, almost unconscious one-upmanship spirals out of control. What’s almost worse is that these heinous acts of torture are mostly met with blind obedience. Batch '81 creates suspense, disgust and amazement, it’s resonant, thought-provoking and memorable.
Requiescat in pace, Mike de Leon
