Halaw (Sheron Dayoc, 2010)
English Title: Ways of the Sea
During the film’s first half, Dayoc, gifted with the ability to tell stories through gestures instead of the giveaway expository powers of words, compiles an array of emotions from his subjects, emotions like anger and frustration from Arcilla’s persistent recruiter, resignation and sorrow from Maria Isabel Lopez’s seasoned cross-border passenger, and longing from Arnalyn Ismael’s Badjao lass.
He therefore unmasks from the broken landscape defined by makeshift shacks on rickety stilts and military men in incessant patrol a people of confused identities, to whom nationality is a non-issue, and language is not a barrier. The only constant among them aside from the fact that in the motorboat they are all equal in the sense that they all have paid the same expensive fare, is a shared humanity, as defined by their decision to forego risks and uncertainties all in the service of filling a need. This is Dayoc’s strongest suit, the ability to humanize, to hint at histories and pasts of his selected characters with only offerings of glimpses of what could be a more troubling and devastating whole. The motorboat, carrying its paid and hopeful passengers, leave port. A lullaby guides them to sea, creating a false impression of peace and comfort.
However, the journey should be anything but peaceful and comfortable. Dayoc misses the tedium and boredom of sea travel. He also misses the possible dangers, the probable escalating dramas, and the budding connections between the characters. It seems that Dayoc envisions the sea as refuge from the ills caused by the deficiencies and excesses of society. Thus, when the motor boat ends up in Mamanok Island, the final station where the boat replenishes its supplies before arriving at their supposed destination, the passengers, more specifically the recruiter and his single ward, are again exposed to the same dangers they are trying to escape from. It seems that as long as corrupted man-made social structures, there can be no hope, no hope. The film’s most poignant moment, a scene where the recruiter and his ward are in equal terms in terms of being hopeless and helpless, involves a predicament where these social structures have broken down to reveal humanity in its basest and most repugnant.
Halaw is admittedly not a faultless film. The ending, whose abruptness can be read as ambiguity or a metaphor for the supposed endlessness of these cross-border tragedies, is ultimately a betrayal of Dayoc’s sincere appreciation of the passengers’ disparate yet connected conditions. However, amidst these technical and narrative issues, the film most importantly exists as an indictment of the failures of these man-made institutions, of the suffocating implications of poverty, intolerance, corruption and other by-products of abused and misused social structures, and borders, boundaries, and other instruments that primarily seek to protect these social structures but in truth, only propagate exploitation wherever and whenever such issues exist.
(Cross-published on Twitch.)
Thanks for the very insightful review. I saw angles of the film's execution which I never saw before being too involved in the project with your analysis, Oggs. Very fair review of "Halaw," I must say.
ReplyDeletei have read the original script of halaw before it was revised and revised and revised. unfortunately, there were quite a lot of scenes that were taken out, scenes that i particularly liked which would have added to the possible dangers while traveling on the sea. even the ending changed drastically from what i can recall.
ReplyDeletestill, it was quite a powerful film. congrats to the cast and crew of halaw.
I heard Halaw is a plagiarized idea from Brillante Mendoza. Sheron Dayoc stole it from him.
ReplyDeleteBad for a newcomer.
Ideas are not copyrightable and therefore cannot be plagiarized. I doubt this is true, because if it is, it wouldve been an issue already along with the allegations against portes and lamangan.
ReplyDeletei guess the ending was a metaphor, but my interpretation was a bit obvious, mine was that the fact that we will never know the fate of the people in that small banca, the same way we will never know the fate of the countless people who crossed that perilous border.
ReplyDeleteoh, and i love the line "hopeless and helpless...broken down to reveal humanity in its basest and most repugnant"
Sheron Dayoc comes from Zamboanga where tens of thousands of deportees from Malaysia touches land every year. Until now, Malaysia has been deporting Filipinos EVERY WEEK. Being a resident of Zamboanga City, I think it is inherent in Dayoc that he poses the question on human trafficking and halaw. I think the anonymous commenter just needs a feel of the south and its "danger" to better understand the situation.
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