Showing posts with label Angeli Bayani. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 5, 2014

Norte: The End of History (Norte, hangganan ng kasaysayan)












NORTE:  THE END OF HISTORY (Norte, hangganan ng kasaysayan)       B+                                  
Philippines  (250 mi)  2014  ‘Scope  d:  Lav Diaz 

The title and 4-hour length of the film makes one presume this will be a long, drawn-out historical drama, but instead it closely follows the lives of a few people in a  meticulously detailed, novelesque approach, becoming an intimate character study loosely based upon Raskolnikov from Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment, while also covertly paralleling the political influence of former Philippine dictator Ferdinand Marcos.  This director has a history of making films with extended length, where seven of his earlier films since 2001 are over five-hours in length, with three of them pushing the nine-hour mark.  Suffice it to say, the director is also his own film editor, which may explain his apparent unwillingness to part with anything he’s shot, but length creates a more relaxed, slower-paced cinematic approach where the director has the freedom to play with the material, to tinker or experiment with his storytelling techniques.  What might be surprising is how few characters are featured throughout, spending the majority of the film on just three of them, the most prominent of which is Fabian (Sid Lucero), a disillusioned young law student that drops out, despite being at the head of his class, disenchanted with the nation and its failings, considering himself above the law and any existing morality, where we see him in discussions with two former classmates who remain in awe of his views, particularly his criticism of the establishment, where his results-oriented idea of decisive action is killing the perpetrators responsible for all social ills, simply eliminating them from society, thus cleansing the entire nation of its dead weight.  In Fabian’s eyes, Marcos got it right under a brutal dictatorship (1965 – 1986), but failed because eventually he got too soft, caving in to various special interests.  While it’s easy to theorize and develop a nihilist view, spouting Nietzschean philosophy to justify why one prefers anarchism to the prevailing order, in the Philippines the current system has produced little else but widescale governmental corruption and greed.  While Fabian may pontificate at length on “the destruction of anything that is inimical to morality,” he’s seen more as a loud-mouthed provocateur who enjoys being at the center of attention, especially after having a few beers, while later seen agonizing over his alleged moral conflict by sleeping with his best friend’s girlfriend.  True to form, as if feeding his own vanity, he gets this off his chest in the most obnoxious means possible, revealing the affair in a drunken outburst embarrassing both the girl and her boyfriend, making him something of a detestable lout. 

While the initial discussions are between the young urban elite, there is a parallel story providing a view of the dispossessed, featuring an impoverished family where the husband Joaquin (Archie Alemania) breaks his leg in an accident, preventing he and his wife Eliza, Angeli Bayani from Ron Morales’s Graceland (2012) and Anthony Chen’s Ilo Ilo (Ba Ma Bu Zai Jia) (2013), from being able to start up a food cantina, where instead they are drowning in debt just trying to get the business started.  He’s forced to peddle bootleg DVD’s on the street while supporting two young kids and Eliza’s sister.  The class distinction couldn’t be more pronounced between their near destitute status, where they’re forced to pawn everything they own, and the supreme arrogance and haughty contempt on display by the wealthy pawnbroker, Magda (Mae Paner, a theater actress and political advocate), who acts like she’s doing them a favor taking these worthless items off their hands, including Eliza’s most prized piece of jewelry.  Shortly afterwards, Joaquin revisits Magda demanding she give the jewelry back, realizing it’s value to his wife, going so far as to start choking her when she refuses, but stops himself once he realizes what he’s doing.  As the police are called, he’s forced to flee, working a construction job pouring cement in a neighboring town, hiding out in the partially constructed home, seen alone on the second floor looking out over the vastness of the empty fields nearby, where the viewer can all but see him falling into his own moral abyss.  Fabian has also accumulated considerable debt with Magda, as she is keeping one of his credit cards.  He witnesses the distraught Eliza weeping uncontrollably on the street, not knowing how her family will survive, where out of the blue he generously gives her what money he has.  Some time later, he’s seen paying a visit to Magda one evening in her massive home, claiming he’s there to pay off his debt, but instead he brutally stabs her to death, along with the only witness to the crime, her teenage daughter, quickly burying the money, packing his bags and moving into the heart of Manila where he is essentially an exile, living in a self-imposed existential prison, shown with iron bars on the windows, eventually blotting out all light in the apartment in a gesture reminiscent of the final scene of Béla Tarr’s SÁTÁNTANGÓ (1994).    

The Norte of the title refers to the Philippines’ rich northern province of Ilocos Norte made famous by capitalist clans and political dynasties that perpetuate a culture of social stagnation in the region, making a point of filming the movie in Ferdinand Marcos’s hometown of Paoay, where despite his downfall is still treated like a national hero.  Like Fabian, Marcos was a brilliant law student who also committed murder when he was younger.  Marcos was tried and convicted in 1938 before successfully arguing his own appeal, winning his acquittal in 1940 while studying for his Philippine Bar Exams, where he achieved the highest score.  Fabian acknowledges a certain admiration for Marcos, claiming he was on the right track when trying to eradicate communism, but eventually got distracted later in his career.  While Fabian is nowhere as smart or as brutally ruthless as Marcos, who like Stalin before him maintained his rule by silencing and eliminating his opposition, but may be a by-product of his legacy, where this film focuses upon the Raskolnikov-style murder and its effects, where Fabian finally acts upon his own beliefs, murdering a malignant element of society as if it was his moral imperative.  His actions, however, change nothing in the “new” social order, where instead he is besieged by grief.  Diaz interestingly does not follow the guilty mindset of the criminal, but leaves the predicament of Fabian behind and concentrates instead on the real victims of his crime, Joaquin, who is unjustly charged with the murders and sentenced to life in prison in a seemingly open and shut case, as he was earlier seen making threats to the pawnbroker, where he is imprisoned too far away for Eliza to visit, creating a broken family torn apart by the crime that must fend for itself, as Eliza gets up at the crack of dawn to sell vegetables on the street, barely eking out a living.  Returning to color for the first time since BATANG WEST SIDE (2001), a director who traditionally shoots in black and white, the pace of the film is established using long, langorous, often wordless shots by cinematographer Lauro Rene Manda, allowing the audience to familiarize themselves with the emotional interior of each character, where the director eschews the use of music throughout.  There is plentiful use of aerial shots contrasting the pastoral elegance and beauty of large plantations with the more squalid beach shanties that are little more than a series of huts strewn together, much like the multitude of fishing boats hugging the shore.  Still, there are moments of rapturous beauty, such as a scene of dawn rising over the seaside village.  

It’s interesting that the film sustains its momentum throughout, becoming a more ponderous experience, where there are heartbreaking moments, especially expressed by the unusual grace and transcendence of actress Angeli Bayani, who Taiwanese director Ang Lee called a “national treasure” (Ang Lee calls 'Ilo Ilo' star Angeli Bayani a 'national treasure ...) while awarding her the Filipino Gawad Urian Best Actress award, who is seen on the verge of suicide at one point, bringing her children to the edge of a perilous cliff, while utilizing an effective change of pace through a continuing stream of black and white dream images coming from Joaquin’s cell, as he continually retains a subconscious connection to his hometown roots despite his displacement.  While he is forced to suffer the inevitable indignities foisted upon him in prison, he fends off evil with benevolence, where both Joaquin and Eliza are depicted as saints, which couldn’t be a greater contrast than Fabian, the man who gets away with murder.  By separately exploring the lives of Joaquin and Fabian, Diaz exposes a glaring gap that separates the economic classes, where the poor are often forced to suffer for the crimes of the wealthy, which serves as a metaphor for Philippine society, which is ruled by a wealthy aristocracy, where power is retained in the hands of a few, that all but ignores the plight of the majority working class.  While the film is an impressive achievement, it is not without faults, where the long, sustained build-up is better than the eventual climax.  The film sputters with the introduction of a new character late in the film, Fabian’s sister Hoda (Miles Canapi), who embodies an upper class emotional distance and detachment from the real world, living in a self-induced bubble of cheerful religious cliché, protected by the enormity of her inherited estate, including an immense plantation mansion where she lives alone, inviting Fabian to stay and help her farm the tobacco fields.  It’s here we learn that Fabian is the product of extreme wealth and upper class arrogance, who often believe they are morally superior, yet staring him in the face is the misery he has inflicted on undeserving souls, leading to a breakdown of moral order.  The film is highly rewarding until it resorts to the kind of needless Bruno Dumont brutality and faux spiritualism that we saw in HUMANITÉ (1999), where exaggerated distortions, including levitation sequences, replace hard-earned notions of intellect and social realism.  Perhaps the most uniquely impressive visual cue is an unexplained catastrophe late in the film leaving dozens of people lying dead sprawled out over an extended region, shown in black and white where the camera pans over the massive space.  While this mysteriously takes the life of one of the major characters, the source of the tragedy, whether it be a hurricane, an explosion, or toxic fumes in the air, is never revealed, left lingering in one’s imagination.     

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Ilo Ilo (Ba Ma Bu Zai Jia)

















ILO ILO (Ba Ma Bu Zai Jia)     B-         
Singapore  (99 mi)  2013 d:  Anthony Chen         Official site

Awarded the Camera D’Or at Cannes for Best First Feature, where it reportedly received a fifteen-minute standing ovation, this is the first Singapore film to ever win a major award at Cannes, while several years earlier Chen was awarded a Special Mention prize for one of his short features.  Chen also won the illustrious 50th Taipei Golden Horse Award for Best Feature Film, Best New Director, and Best Original Screenplay, beating out prestigious Chinese director Jia Zhang-ke’s 2013 Top Ten List #3 A Touch of Sin (Tian zhu ding), one of the best films of the year in two major categories, so this film comes to America with plenty of accolades.  Chen graduated from the National Film and Television School based in the Beaconsfield Film Studios in Great Britain in 2010, where one of his instructors was Polish director Pawel Pawlikowski.  Ironically Pawlikowski received the London Film Festival award for Best Film in 2013 with Ida (2013) while Chen won the Sutherland Prize for the Best First Film.  Heralded as one of the best films to come out of Singapore, though I much prefer Eric Khoo’s more starkly unusual BE WITH ME (2005), this was written, directed, and produced by Chen, a film that drew on his own childhood experience, inspired by a Filipino maid that worked for his family in Singapore, but despite an honest and unpretentious style, the film is overly predictable and cliché ridden throughout, copying from far too many outside sources, lacking originality or any profound underlying complexity, where it actually recalls the more creatively inspired Shira Geffen and Etgar Keret’s Israeli film Jellyfish (Meduzot) (2007) that similarly won the Camera D’Or at Cannes in 2007.  Both films feature a Filipino maid/nanny living abroad who is forced by economic circumstances to take care of other people’s family while their own children are looked after by family back home.  The theme is also repeated in Lucas Moodysson’s MAMMOTH (2009), showing how a 7-year old grows closer to the Filipino nanny than her own emotionally distant parents, while a similar theme is expressed with a Mexican nanny in one of the sections of BABEL (2006).  In each, the plight is the same as millions of service workers are forced to leave their families and countries of origin in order to earn an income that can support them all, always dreaming that this sacrifice will make a difference, where the distance creates heartbreaking circumstances when tragedy strikes at home, as they are powerless to do anything about it.  To this one could add personal experiences of traveling through various establishments on the East coast all the way up through Maine, where Jamaicans seem to monopolize the service industry of housekeepers, all of them separated from their families back home, but financial circumstances create this dire necessity, where their work visas don’t allow full-time work, which means they are excluded from receiving health benefits, while their schedules and worksites can be changed at any time, creating built-in pressures and anxieties despite working in this country for over 20 years.

ILO ILO follows the Edward Yang template, especially YI YI (2000, though without the novelesque scope), in attempting to create a powerful family drama based upon a series of intimate moments, where the secret is creating realistic characters in a natural setting, where the use of meticulous detail is a key ingredient.  This follows a similar pattern established in Boo Junfeng’s film SANDCASTLE (2010), where a Singapore director opened up his nation’s history to public scrutiny, which felt overtly modeled after the historical reflections of Hou Hsiao-hsien, who, it turns out, was one of the director’s teachers at the Asian Film Academy.  While these are both inspirational Asian directors, they have a unique film aesthetic that is not easily copied due to the highly personal nature of their filmmaking.  Nonetheless, Chen attempts to tell his own personal tale set against the historical backdrop of Asia’s 1997 financial crisis, where the father Teck (Chen Tian Wen) is a plastics salesman while his pregnant wife Hwee (Yeo Yann Yann, pregnant in real life, and winner of the Golden Horse Award for Best Supporting Actress) is part of a secretary pool for a large corporation.  This leaves their dysfunctional 10-year old son Jiale (Koh Jia Ler) unsupervised for large periods of time, becoming a Macaulay Culkin HOME ALONE (1990) nightmare, a perennial headache for both the school and the family, as he can’t stay out of trouble, forcing the family to hire a nanny Teresa (Angeli Bayani), who has come to Singapore from the Philippines leaving her own infant son behind.  Angry that he has to share his room, Jiale hates everything about her from the beginning, where she becomes Auntie Terry who feeds and bathes and dresses him, where she is otherwise attentive in every conceivable way, but he refuses to listen to her, avoids her at all costs, runs away every chance he gets, especially when she comes to pick him up after school, and continually jeopardizes Teresa’s job with neverending mischief, where she’s often forced to take the blame for his unruly behavior.  Most of the action takes place at the same apartment complex or Jiale’s school during an era when electronic gadgets were all the rage, like the Tamagochi game that remains glued to Jiale’s hand, and the everpresent Sony Walkman that is plugged into everyone’s ears, reminding us of a time before Facebook when people did not need to be connected online all the time.  Perhaps most striking is an incident when a man throws himself off the roof of their apartment complex, a jarring reminder of the dire impact of the tanking economy. 

Taking a page out of Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s TOKYO SONATA (2008), and before that Laurent Cantet’s TIME OUT (2001), the father loses his job but fails to mention this to the family, continuing to leave the house every morning in his daily routine while he explores a series of temporary jobs, where shame and humiliation play into this, where we see him scrubbing his own clothes by hand, refusing to allow Terry to help, as she’d otherwise discover a night watchman’s uniform.  While Jiale plainly doesn’t receive the kind of attention he needs from his mostly absent parents, the only way he knows how to make sure they’re involved is to defiantly act up, by getting into constant trouble, where the school calls Hwee at her job as she’s typing out termination letters for staff at her job, which quickly downsizes in ever increasing numbers.  But when the school gets ready to expel him for punching another kid, and neither parent can be found, it’s Auntie Terry who shows up pleading his case before the principal.  A fascination with the lottery, of all things, gets him out of the school jam, as Jiale’s detailed scrapbook of winning numbers allows him to forecast winners with some degree of accuracy, something his teacher is able to take full advantage of.  Hwee’s desperate turn to a self-help scam seems like a blatant reference to the mother’s supposedly bogus spiritual regeneration from a Zen mountain retreat in YI YI.  As might be expected, Jiale slowly warms to his nanny, where their relationship becomes the primary focus of the film, as after all, she’s the one who’s around the most, who provides real affection, and has his best interests at heart, while he actually prefers her cooking to his mom’s anyway, so they eventually become fast friends.  This mutual fascination catches the eye of his mother, feeling left out and neglected herself, especially as she enters the latter stages of pregnancy, where things only deteriorate when she discovers the full extent of her husband’s deceit, where their resources are depleted.  No longer able to afford the luxury of her services, Terry regrettably must return back home to the Philippines, a move that plainly effects Jiale like no other, turning this sweet and slightly sentimentalized film into something of a heartbreaking tearjerker.  Somewhat of a mix between commercial and arthouse fare, the rhythm of the film is established by the accumulation of daily activities, an observational character study combined with an eye toward ordinary everyday experiences, all set within a nation’s denial of overwhelming evidence leading to a financial collapse, necessitating a new society with different requirements and expectations.  The film's title, as it turns out, comes from Teresa’s home province in the Philippines. In praising the film on awards night in Cannes, a jury headed by Agnès Varda said:  “This film didn't have any music – and after being assaulted by overblown musical scores in so many pictures, that alone was a welcome sign of finesse and sensitivity.”