SARI-SARING SINENG PINOY

     One unfortunate trope of independent filmmaking is the near-silence of working-class characters, as if a relative lack of formal education deprived a person of ideas, emotions and experiences. Joselito Altarejos' Ang Lihim ni Antonio (Digital Viva, BeyondtheBox, 2008) confronts it brilliantly, making its absence among teens the painful core of his film. At the center of this closed-in world is Antonio (Kenjie Garcia), part of a tight-knit community but doesn’t fully belong to it, and, though his appearance and behavior are indistinguishable from everyone else’s, Antonio manages to set himself apart symbolically and warily, if not openly. Antonio's sense of sexual self-discovery, his incremental awareness and avowal of his desires and pleasures is cut off from any sense of emotional growth and sensitivity. On the contrary, Antonio becomes increasingly alienated from anyone in his life who might be able to provide any comfort or support. As Altarejos sets the stage for a jarring finale, Lex Bonife's screenplay is riddled with wry observations about sexual identity as it’s understood through his characters’ vernacular. It's the tender vulnerability and concerned shame Garcia displays once Antonio is found out that make it stick. Other times he’s awkward and animalistic, lost in his newfound bodily urges as he lies in bed, breathing in the musk from his Uncle Jo’s dirty underwear as he arches his back and plays with his genitalia. Garcia belies a tender side that makes one of the most striking breakouts in ages; he’s the key ingredient that carries the movie’s basic premise from start to finish. As the abusive Jonbert, Josh Ivan Morales offers a character portrayed much more seductively and playfully. We see very clearly how he seduces Antonio, not just abusing him. His look complements this approach beautifully. 

     Performances are fine across the board with Shamaine Buencamino, a warm, watchful, sterling presence as Antonio’s mother Tere, and Jiro Manio particularly touching as Mike, Antonio's straight best friend. Ang Lihim ni Antonio is a film of constant anxiety and agitation—in other words a pretty fair approximation of the teenage mindset—in this case further shaken by the stigma still associated with homosexuality. It does have ideas about sexuality and, ultimately, the thin line between danger and desire. That, I think, is what sets Altarejos apart. The movie ends with a stunning act involving Antonio and Jonbert. It played like a logical, if unforeseeable endpoint to what was lingering all along. The ending is a reminder of what can happen when a director trusts us enough not to offer easy takeaways and psychological absolutes. What happens when a character who doesn’t know what he wants loses control over what little understanding he already has? It’s a crisis, and a risk, and Ang Lihim ni Antonio navigates both with the best of them. It is hard to digest the movie’s ending because it does not lead to a happily ever after. We see the movie resort to violence that is truly heartbreaking, unbearable, and, in my opinion, inevitable. Understated throughout, the Ang Lihim ni Antonio boldly concludes while Antonio is still processing the fact that his life just changed forever. What's special about the film is how much we come to know Antonio, perhaps more than he knows himself.

Production Design: Jeng Torres

Editor: Ricardo Gonzales Jr.

Music: Ajit Hardasani

Director of Photography: Arvin Viola

Screenplay: Lex Bonife

Director: Joselito Altarejos

     Communication is vital for human existence. Unfortunately, we live in a continuously isolating world, partly by choice and partly by global circumstances. How often are you truly sitting down with one or a few other people and having a lengthy discussion that's not about simple trivialities? My guess is not often. As a substitute, we absorb discussions of others. Just look at the rise of podcasts. People spend hours upon hours listening to people talk about politics, film, sex or any number of topics. About Us But Not About Us (October Train Films, The IdeaFirst Company, Quantum Films, 2022) satiates that desire better than any podcast can hope for because it is cinema. Having these precise visuals captured by Jun Robles Lana along with the discussion forces you to give it your complete attention. You may listen to an audio version of the film, but would miss out on the emotion and context of the conversation. Being at that restaurant with Eric (Romnick Sarmenta) and Lance (Elijah Canlas) is just as powerful as hearing what they have to say. This is a film that manages to be both bold and simple. It's an idea that seems like something anyone could come up with but almost nobody would think to try. About Us But Not About Us  may just be a film about two men talking to each other over brunch, but they find more to say in five minutes than other films do in their entire running time. You might think that watching two men talk and eat for an hour and a half could be tedious, but this is a more invigorating and thought-provoking brunch you ever had. What the film exploits is the well-known ability of the mind to picture a story as it is being told. About Us But Not About Us never, ever, becomes a static series of two shots and closeups, but seems only precariously anchored to that restaurant where Eric argues, it is simply not necessary to go find the truth. 

     In watching About Us But Not About Us, it becomes clear how much of Lana’s narrative sleight-of-hand is made possible by Romnick Sarmenta's remarkable performance. All good actors are capable of externalizing emotion, but few can show a character shielding what we sense is inside — few can indicate a nucleus of truth that the film itself never speaks. Sarmenta is the rare star who’s able to turn that sense of withholding into his most powerful asset. It’s not only because the camera loves him, but also because he’s withholding something from the rest of the world in a way that makes you want to lean forward and learn his secrets. From the start, Sarmenta’s downcast gestures and weary remove have a way of complicating his character’s outward self-interest, as if Eric has spent a lifetime walling off his heart in order to survive. Yet when Lana reveals the truth, it’s Sarmenta’s broken smile that lets the character’s devastation seep onto the surface. With minimalistic body language, he conveys an inner cavity of pure need enough to make you reconsider the fundamental nature of romantic love. Elijah Canlas shades his character’s stubbornness with layers of pain he’s never been taught how to express. Lana's screenplay deprives Lance the comfort of being right forcing him towards a kind of ambiguity that young men have to seldom sort through. It’s in these strained moments that Canlas' performance allows us to see the cognitive dissonance that’s driving his character’s actions. The more that circumstances spiral out of Lance's control, the more Canlas grips on to the serrated edges of his role, the easier it is to appreciate the urgency with which Canlas is trying to find it for the first time. Grief, anxiety and rage build up in a pressure cooker until it inevitably detonates.

Sound: Armand de Guzman

Music: Teresa Barrozo

Film Editor: Lawrence S. Ang

Production Designer: Marxie Maolen Fadul

Director of Photography: Neil Daza

Screenplay: Jun Robles Lana

Directed By: Jun Robles Lana

     Alan Filoteo's The Restless Heron (Filcor Multimedia Studio, Cronasia Foundation College, 2022) succeeds in its loftier ambition of taking such a story and placing it within a cinematic tradition that makes it much bigger than itself, as big, in fact, as the landscape it inhabits which is as beautiful and as vast as man’s capacity for cruelty. There’s an aura of despair, a sense that they’ve already been rejected and dehumanized. Nature looms large along with an almost claustrophobic idea of community that spills over into oppression in the village at the center of the story. The Restless Heron is a film about outsiders. There’s the literal kind, like Datu Ali (Jun Nayra), who lives outside society’s rules. Then there are those who are kept out by design. This and other tensions underlie the film’s narrative, though Filoteo prefers the observational approach - piercing the atmosphere with personalities who contribute to a sophisticated dynamic. The movie hits a snag with its sluggish finale nevertheless, it’s revealing to watch the entire cast attempt to answer questions about the nature of their conundrum. The Restless Heron takes its historical setting and uses it to explore contemporary concerns of the individual and society.

     The Sultan of Talik, whether literally placed center screen, or taking the privileged vantage point where he is the only character who sees the whole action unfold. Rolando Inocencio's air of contemplative patience makes him a magnetic figure, while the distinctive rhythms and inflections of his speaking style is one of this actor’s mesmerizing features. Nayra offers a standout performance conveying Datu Ali's rage at society with depth and deftness. Filoteo understands that oppression creates tension, and tension creates a story. Each character is clearly defined, as are their motives giving the film its soul. The Restless Heron benefits from exceptional performances from the whole ensemble. The staid tone can feel monotonous after a certain point, and the film never picks up the pace or mood enough to break from its shell of strife and persecution.The dismissal of traditional tropes is perhaps its most effective feature, it also gives rise to the film’s most disappointing aspect. The moments don’t always live up to their own hype. For many scenes, the journey is far better than the destination. Despite its best efforts, The Restless Heron drifts into a mode of exocitism that renders an ultimately frustrating experience.

Director of Photography: Yen Morales

Sound Mixer: Jaylou Garban Dari

Art Director: Marthin Anthony Lozano Millado

Screenwriters: Ivy Masque, Alyanna Lumaguinding, Jan Ardis Limjap

Music License: Artlist

Directed By: Alan Filoteo

 

     In May-December-January (Viva FIlms, 2022) Ricky Lee and McArthur C. Alejandre create an emotional and dramatic spaciousness making a far richer, more provocative and deeply compelling movie. Opening with a scene of two young men on a study date whose individuality and difference from each other are expressed in their faces. Migoy (Kych Minemoto) has that round softness that looks like it has just blossomed, while Pol's (Gold Aceron) is square, frank, full of calm assertion. The actors takes the dialogue and fills it out. Pol is sensitive, more romantic, Migoy unashamedly sexual, and their closeness, as it often is between men is a form of erotic rivalry. We see this kind of homoerotic bond in film and literature all the time. Claire's (Andrea del Rosario) affair with Migoy begins quite organically when Migoy kisses her. But what makes May-December-January truly daring and original is that it gets inside the relationship between Migoy and Claire, and his friendship with Pol. The feelings of subconscious love are acted out, revealing the kind of shifting, inchoate emotions that lie beneath their closeness. 

     Minemoto plays Migoy’s lightness with seeming ease and Aceron is perfect for Pol’s constant brooding and melancholy. We’re always happy to see Yayo Aguila in any film, though her role as Migoy’s mother is far too short. Unsurprisingly, the film’s focus and its best work comes from Del Rosario and Minemoto. They ably play two halves of a whole with particularly good work from Del Rosario. There’s been so much made of the male gaze in cinema, but Alejandre’s film and cinematographer Daniel "Toto" Uy's camera unabashedly celebrate the body of Minemoto's Migoy and Aceron's Pol. We are used to seeing actresses as screen goddesses but rarely have male bodies been filmed as objects of beauty and desire in this way. Meanwhile, Del Rosario gets her fair share of admiring screen time, celebrating that beauty isn’t relegated only to teenage girls. She challenges the traditional roles of wives and mothers, often placing her own happiness as well as her singular bond ahead of what society wants. She has the hint of a beautiful woman aging, unused to such desperation in her loneliness. It's not only in the dramatic strength of the performances – but the openness of all three actors to the camera physically that makes the movie work. At times, May-December-January feels like a fairy tale in its matter-of-fact approach to the out-of-the-ordinary situation. There are certain elements of straight female fantasy, like romancing a young man and living an idyllic life. Odd as it may seem, this is not a prurient movie. It's an intricate exploration of friendship, parenting, love, loneliness, and desire. Lee asks you to contemplate this kind of love and Alejandre allows you to feel it.

Directed By; McArthur C. Alejandre

Screenplay: Ricky Lee

Director of Photography: Daniel "Toto" Uy

Editor: Benjo Ferrer

Production Designer: Ericson Navarro

Musical Director: Vince de Jesus

Sound Engineer: Immanuel Verona