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Cinema goers after a late night screening of Honor Thy Father. The shadows in this picture belong to the people who sat in the row in front of me, and each had a hand on their face while watching the movie, either scratching their chins, covering their mouths, or biting their fingers.
The movie is a gripping tale of greed and desperation that punches you on the bowels, but lets you breathe the fresh air of the Abra and Baguio landscape–yet only through clawing gasps and resigned sighs. The dichotomies and ironies within the text was beautifully represented by the contrasting images of landscapes and tight spaces. I love how subversive it is, an aspect of the film that couldn’t help but seep out of the silver screen and into real life, considering the controversy surrounding its disqualification from the Best Picture nomination in the Metro Manila Film Festival. John Lloyd Cruz’s gritty Egay is a story all by himself in this multilayered masterpiece.
MMFF be damned, this movie needs an extended run. Those who enjoyed Heneral Luna should watch this movie.