Friday, May 10, 2013

Fourteen Filipino films

Thanks to Video48 for some of the pictures

Fourteen Filipino films

Around a month ago, pinoy rebyu asked me to submit a list of what I consider to be the greatest Filipino films. I referred them to my old list.

Then I thought about it: the list is eight years old. Does it still hold up? Has my canon changed? Have I changed? Yes apparently and yes. "Change or die," someone once said--which doesn't come off as a threat to me, more an observation: I'm alive (or as alive as I'll ever be_ and being alive I change. So does my list.

Interesting to compare it to the online magazine's official list--many of my top choices end up in the bottom or middle range, or not mentioned at all; I'm guessing the top ten are composed of the usual suspects (koff koff Brocka, Bernal, Mike and Gerry De Leon koff).

Nothing wrong with that--there has to be a widely accepted canon, else what am I setting myself in opposition against? On the other hand, I have to be free to choose my own canon, else what good am I?

A few things: this list cannot be perfect, comprehensive, complete. We've lost so many of our films in a kind of accelerating cultural Alzheimer's, a tragedy I would argue comparable to many recent disasters, only instead of lives lost we're losing our identity, our sense of self, and how good we can be. This at most is a list of what I believe are the finest films I've managed to see, to date.

A film's composed of many elements--not just imagery but dialogue, sound, music, and (a special subset of 'imagery'), color, movement, people's hands, eyes, faces; of all these elements arguably the most expressive are the last three (then again rules or at least assertions are made to be broken--just ask Michael Powell, or Robert Bresson).

And a list (even one man's--any man's--list, which I consider superior to any aggregate) is ultimately futile, is at most his way of insisting on what he believes are the best, according to his biases and (occasionally, hopefully) his insights.

I love futile gestures.

These for better or worse are mine.

14. Agila

Eddie Romero is best known for his beautifully written picaresque epic Ganito Kami Noon, Paano Kayo Ngayon? (We Were Like This Then; How Are You Doing Now?); I prefer this, where history (from turn-of-the-century Philippines through the Second World War to the recent 1970s) is seen through the eyes of a thoughtful adventurer (the inimitable Fernando Poe, Jr.), and through the lenses of cinematographer Mike De Leon's (a major filmmaker in his own right) understated yet brilliant camera. The film is arguably Romero's The Godfather, showcasing the generational passage of time better than any other Filipino film I know.

13. Init sa Magdamag (Midnight Passion)

A triumvirate of women came together to concoct this witches' brew: Lorna Tolentino (who gives the fearless lead performance); Raquel Villavicencio (who wrote the shapely script); and Laurice Guillen (who gave the picture visual sensuality). The film makes an assertion so outrageous it offends even feminists: that women have the right to be not just sexual beings, but sexually self-destructive beings; the right not just to decide for themselves, but to decide when and how and to whom to submit themselves (a thesis that might have been inspired by or at least accidentally echoes Pauline Reage's The Story of O). Arguably the finest Filipino erotic film ever made.

12. Bagong Bayani (Unsung Heroine)

Narrative filmmaker Tikoy Aguiluz (using Pete Lacaba's script) tells the true story of Flor Contemplacion, the hapless housemaid accused of murder in Singapore, same time documentary filmmaker Tikoy Aguiluz (reportedly taking his cue from Monty Python's And Now For Something Completely Different) tells a larger story, of the Great Diaspora that scattered Filipinos to the far corners of the Earth, and of their collective shock and dismay at the apparent injustice of her execution. With Helen Gamboa giving a great performance as Flor, and Irma Adlawan as a luminous Virginia Parumog.

11. Batang West Side (West Side Avenue)

As the filmmaker himself put it the first true Lav Diaz film and to my mind finest, witty dialogue (a discourse on how shabu is the Salvation of the Philippines is a wonder to hear) and all. Shot in 35 mm, the last film he did in this medium, and gorgeous to look at (snowblown cinematography by the late Miguel Fabie, with contribution by Diaz himself), with running time that allows for a comprehensive pondering on life's imponderables that recalls Terence Malick (only Malick never spent three hundred minutes on his imponderables). Along with Bagong Bayani the definitive portrait of the Filipino Diaspora.

10. Pangarap ng Puso (Demons)

Mario O'Hara's extremely low-budget (a mere 3 million pesos, or roughly $65,000) film takes a page from Jean-Luc Godard, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Amado V. Hernandez (among many others) to capture in its wide-ranging, free-wheeling, all-too-brief (100 minutes) running time the terrors, triumphs, and tragedy of living in the Philippines during the tumultuous '80s and 90's.

9. Anak Dalita (The Ruins)

Lamberto Avellana combines terrible images of Manila's ruins (memorably shot by De Leon's favorite cinematographer Mike Accion) with a penchant for directing lively colloquial dialogue, with fine unforced performances from Rosa Rosal and Tony Santos; the result is a noirish crime melodrama set in an unrelentingly bleak postwar reality.

8. Biyaya ng Lupa (Blessings of the Land)

Rosa Rosal and Tony Santos again in a struggle for survival, this time in the gorgeous Philippine countryside, under the direction of Manuel Silos; the film's storytelling has the understated empathy of Renoir, the epic lyricism of Dozhenko--with Silos' baskets, brimming to overflowing with fat, luscious lanzones, representing Dozhenko's gigantic pears.

7. Himala (Miracle)

Ishmael Bernal's most visually striking, most hallucinatory film (cinematography by Bernal's favorite cameraman Sergio Lobo), the wasted landscape (actually the sandy dunes of Laoag) looking forward to the devastation wreaked by the 1991 Pinatubo eruption. One of the few Filipino films to dare condemn religious institutions for their abuses, one of the even fewer to insist on the primacy of the human--as opposed to divine--spirit.

6. Insiang

Lino Brocka's slum melodrama (based on Mario O'Hara's teleplay, with unforgettably squalid cinematography from the late, great Conrado Baltazar) is a tight-knitted three-way: mother, daughter, mother's lover, caught in an endless carousel whirl of lust, jealousy, and revenge that recalls in its compact intensity Shakespeare's Othello, only filthier (it's set amongst the squatter shanties of Tondo, with a crucial scene shot on the slopes of Smoky Mountain--literally, a mountain of garbage).

5. Burlesk Queen

Celso Ad Castillo's film about an innocent lass turned burlesque dancer is really less about narrative coherence (why is Joonnee Gamboa's impresario--a great performance, by the way--in this picture, and what, exactly, is he saying?) and more about visual texture and lyricism (the deflowering scene is a montage poem of associative imagery). A masterpiece from what fellow filmmaker Mario O'Hara once called “the finest eye in Philippine Cinema."

4. Kisapmata (Blink of an Eye)

Mike de Leon's film adaptation of the Nick Joaquin true-life crime story “The House on Zapote Street” takes elements from Stanley Kubrick's The Shining and (some say) from his own life, in my opinion improving on its inspirations in terms of comic, claustrophobic horror. Easily his most intense, most hilarious, most personal work--and arguably the most perfect Filipino film ever made.

3. The Moises Padilla Story

In mostly Roman Catholic Philippines, this is Gerardo de Leon's Passion Play, a political tract that transcends propaganda intentions to become a great character study, of the film's eponymous figure (Leopoldo Salcedo at his most heroic), and of the man who betrays him (former president Joseph Estrada, in the performance of his career)--the latter so compellingly tormented you're unsure who suffers more, the Christ figure or his reluctant Judas.

2. El Filibusterismo (The Subversive)

Jose Rizal's great social novel turned into Gerardo de Leon's great Gothic film, memorable black-and-white cinematography by (who else?) the great Mike Accion. Crisostomo Ibarra's quest for revenge is given unforgettable cinematic life by Pancho Magalona as Ibarra (here called Simoun)--all brooding malevolence, with just the faintest hint of tortured humanity.

1. Tatlong Taong Walang Diyos (Three Years Without God)

Mario O'Hara's masterwork (with lush jungle cinematography by Conrado Baltazar, and period-accurate production design by the great Vicente Bonus) has the rare empathy to understand the wartime Japanese at their worse (and later best), the wartime Filipinos at their best (and--later--worst). Visually and emotionally, the finest Filipino film ever made.



andrei dy said...

thanks for the list.. am so glad i have watched six of these.. sometimes, we find movie gems in rickety provincial moviehouses, where i saw tatlong taong walang diyos - top in your list..

Noel Vera said...