its so comical to make a film about america facing a coup while making it a grand spectacle of a disaster film, when realistically third world countries face shit similar to this everyday.
preserving physical medias are important etc; but most importantly, shit like this should shed more light to more pressing issues done by imperialist countries like the us to villanize and promote oppression to other countries while also pushing the racist agenda.
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came across a tweet earlier today mentioning a scene here; relating to the necessity of filling our own loneliness with romantic love, that it's hard to not live with romance in our life, but there's so much more than that.
learning to decenter romance with your life, and to learn to sorround yourself with the same people. to learn what you love doing, or learning to love people platonically. there's so much to learn in loving other things that's not…
everybody in the cast did so well but the writing felt so inconsistent (╥﹏╥) I hate how the dialogue went over the top at times.
adding an extra star for glaiza de castro singing Himig ng Pag-ibig; this film made me love every word from that song and I still can't get over it aaaaaa
bleak, and unnerving;
The aspect ratio and the muted colors really brought out one of the most dreadful, and suffocating experience I've ever felt, paired with the atmosphere of the vintage provincial town where everything slowly decays; Where hopelessness,greed ,and superstitions found its own place.
That scene where the corpse suddenly vanishes into thin air just to sit at another spot, while the camera slowly zooms out is a moment of pure terror and dread; and one of the most scariest usage of silence ever.
