It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that every scene in this movie was so gorgeously shot that they could rival those in a Terrence Malick film. Even a burial scene looked bright and lovely with a grieving Lumad family in their traditional colorful garbs.
This was a tough watch considering the leisurely pacing (ironically, it had the fastest growing toge in cinematic history) and the lugubrious subject matter (actually surprised that Mocha wasn’t promoting this unapologetically anti-Dilawan movie).
Given such a serious (and oftentimes infuriating) story, I really wish the performances were much stronger so that it didn’t feel like mere torture porn.
One character was unfortunately named Dawin and I swear that freakin’ Dessert song kept playing in my head every time he was mentioned huhuhu.
(Originally published March 14, 2017.)