Paraphrasing Forrest Gump, a Cinemalaya festival pass is like
a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.
There were lots of good treats at the recent fest. After
all, it is already the eighth edition of the film competition. So, quality is
quite high and cineastes had a hard time selecting a standout from a bountiful harvest
of good, new films. But, sadly, there exists a Cinemalaya finalist that is so
badly written that it stands out for its mediocrity. Instead of inspiring
viewers, the film manages to make the audience squirm due to its heavy-handed
handling of President Manuel Quezon’s legacy. If the best film I’ve seen starred
Ronnie Lazaro (Ang Mga Kidnaper ni Ronnie Lazaro), then the worst film also featured
Ronnie Lazaro (Ang Katiwala). Rare is an awful film that manages to get a
foothold in the Cinemalaya competition.
Rarer is this cinematic gem that Nick Deocampo rightly
described as a classic. Recuerdo of Two Sundays and Two Roads that Lead to the
Sea is the film find of the last two years. Forgotten for more than four
decades, the film was rediscovered in New
York City . If you’ve seen Kamera Obskura, then you’ll
recall the joy of film archivists who stumbled over a rare Filipino silent
film. That incandescent joy is the same thing I saw in the beaming face of
Deocampo. He is obviously happy to share the film to an audience who haven’t
had a clue on what the film is.
Producer and editor Bibsy Carballo gave us a few tidbits on
the genesis of the documentary film. Cinematographer Romy Vitug scraped up short
ends of films for a side project. He spent his Sundays shooting film footages
in a Navotas cemetery. Poet Emmanuel Torres came in later to write the
narration, which was recorded by Ray Pedroche.
The visual virtuosity of Vitug is in full force in this
black & white documentary about four funerals and a feasting. There’s an
unforgettable image of moving shadows cast by jeepneys on a wall. The elegiac
shadows seem to depict burning, floating coffins at sea. Then, there’s the
image of crushing waves knocking on the edges of the cemetery. The sumptuous,
seductive cinematography is complemented by Torres’ succinct observations.
Another poetic image is that of a poor father cuddling the
coffin of his child on the way to the cemetery. Unlike Pol of Sta. Niña he is
determined to decently bury the kid. The spare funeral is in stark contrast
with the lavish funerals captured on the documentary. The rich families are
able to hire a band and feed countless people. From birth to death, food
figures prominently in these significant events.
A Filipino funeral rite depicted in the film is still being
done today. Kids are being passed over the coffin to keep them from being
haunted by the dead.
The documentary is one of two short films that still haunt
me with great images about mortality and mourning. The other is Richard
Legaspi’s moving short film Manenaya. The latter is a nice companion piece to Lav Diaz's Melancholia. Both deal with the massive cross borne by kin of desaparecidos.
Maraming salamat sa pagbanggit sa aming pelikula!
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