“Apir, apir, apir! Hindi na uso yan. Wisik-wisik na lang. Masdan mo ang beauty kwooohhh, tataas ang kilay mwohhh! Tseeehh!!” Achieve na achieve si Angelica Panganiban dito. Definitely one of the best comedic performances in Philippine cinema history.
Mahusay din ang buong ensemble. Ang saya nung sequence ng multiple personality switches during the second solar eclipse. Lalong na-highlight kung gaano ka-talented yung cast. Given naman na magagaling na mga komedyante sina Eugene Domingo, John Lapus, and Tuesday Vargas, pero who knew na sobrang nakakatawa ni Jaime Fabregas? Kahit ilang beses ko na ito napanood ang lakas pa rin ng tawa ko sa Markova bit niya.
Pero yung totoo, kung magising ka isang araw sa katawan ni Angelica, ano ang unang-una mong gagawin? Wrong answers only.
When Imelda Marcos mentioned that “Perception is real, and the truth is not”, it couldn’t have been more true in her case. If I didn’t know any better, I would have fallen for her allure as a wonderful First Lady of the Philippines. She was extremely charismatic here, beautiful (moreso in her prime), very well-spoken, and sounded smart with her empty platitudes on beauty and mothering.
But the cloud of disillusionment completely dissipated with the testimonies of the Martial Law victims, the unanswered questions on the Marcoses’ ill-gotten wealth, and their family’s connection to President Duterte’s ascent to power.
Although I felt that this documentary faltered a bit towards the end when it lost focus on its engrossing (emphasis on gross, per Dilawans) subject matter, I really liked the fact that it took a seemingly neutral stand on Imelda the person (or the icon, depending on one’s political views). Let the people (or audience) think and decide if we need to forget the atrocities of the past or say never again. In the end, people really get the government that they deserve.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by…I dreamed a dream in time gone by…I dreamed a dream in time gone by…I dreamed a dream in time gone by…Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. (In my chosen reality, this film is further proof that art and commercialism are not mutually exclusive.)
Marion Cotillard and that Edith Piaf song! ❤️
I have this strange fascination of ambiguous endings and the one used here with the spinning totem was just perfect. Chase your reality!
Even in our country where people predominantly still think that women get what they deserve (and that they had it coming) because of how they dress, it’s no wonder that sexual abuse victims would rather keep silent than kick the shit out of the real villains.
This Spotlight-like documentary that chronicled the disgusting cover-up made by USA Gymnastics to protect a pedophile in their organization was an incredibly tough watch. I used to really love gymnastics, probably the only Olympic event that I eagerly anticipated. I was one of the millions that cheered when Kerri Strug made that historic vault despite of an injured ankle. Finally knowing all the behind the scenes that led up to that moment broke my heart even more.
When all of the victims bravely stood and spoke before their abuser and called him out for being the monster that he was, I just couldn’t control my emotions. We really need to protect our kids. We really need to end victim-blaming. And most importantly, we really need to stop enabling these deplorables.