Thursday, July 13, 2006

Sa North Diversion Road (2005)



Sa North Diversion Road (Dennis Marasigan, 2005)
English Title: On The North Diversion Road

Present Philippine cinema can ironically be best represented by those which weren't crafted from real film stocks but by those films that are, at their most elemental, composed of ones and zeroes. Digital filmmaking, the supposed saviour of Philippine cinema, has allowed beginning independent filmmakers to actually craft their dream projects without the peering eyes of business-minded studios who's only goal is to get money back from their huge investments. Digital filmmaking has allowed media companies and culturally-driven businessmen to create mini-film festivals giving grants to filmmakers to create films from worthy screenplays. Montreal and Berlin film festival winner Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros (The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros, Auraeus Solito, 2005) is a product of one of those grants. Dennis Marasigan's Sa North Diversion Road (On The North Diversion Road) is another. Not all the films produced from these grants are exactly excellent, some turn out to be too nebulous, idealistic, or too independent to be of merit. Gladly, Marasigan's film is quite good; brilliant, actually.

Sa North Diversion Road is a screen adaptation of Tony Perez' play of the same title. I've seen an amateur staging of the play and sad to say, the result wasn't really memorable. The high school production was littered with overacting and lines being thrown out, wasting whatever wit Perez injected into his opus. The film is infinitely more understandable, more memorable than that sorry excuse for a staging that I have witnessed. The story is actually quite simply. A married couple is cruising by the North Diversion Road, the highway that connects Metropolitan Manila to the northern provinces. The couple is on the verge of break-up, with the husband recounting a recent philandering. In a stroke of genius by Marasigan, he edits the film with ten of the different scenarios recounted from a recurring point of the story. The scenarios range from comedic, dramatic, and hyphaluting --- all in different levels of brilliance.

The biggest difference between Marasigan's adaptation and Perez's written play is the fact that Marasigan has forever etched Perez's characters with recognizable faces - that of Irma Adlawan and John Arcilla. Perez's play, no matter how wittily written, can be ruined by who's playing who - in that staging I saw, by students who are far too young to understand the rigors of the play they've chosen to stage. Another difference is that Marasigan chooses to have Adlawan and Arcilla play the couple in each of the ten scenarios --- the staging I saw had different annoying non-actors battle it out as to who can overact the most in each scenario. The casting of Adlawan and Arcilla is perfect. Adlawan is a brilliant actress who is only getting the attention that she deserves nowadays. Her portrayal as the wife is pitch-perfect and whenever she changes roles, she shifts gears and there is no sign of any difficulty in portraying a nagger from that of a genius academician. Arcilla supplies Adlawan's mastery with constant control. He complements Adlawan when Adalawan's role requires her upstaging the husband and when it is his time to take control of the film, he does it with impressive emotionality.

One of the few misgivings of digital filmmaking is that visuals usually suffer. There is something with digital filmmaking that gives off a fake sense of color and depth with its visuals. Sa North Diversion Road does suffer from that type of visual downgrading but Marasigan understands the limitations of his medium. Instead of forcing the medium with epic sweeps and crazy visual gimmicks, he limits his canvas, making use of the limited space of the interior of the vehicle, occasionally giving the viewers an overview of the highway, or in the flashbacks, some close-ups and character-driven cinematography. It's pure filmmaking and Marasigan does it wonderfully: nothing fancy, just a pretty much faithful adaptation of Perez's play. He draws everything from the material, multiplies it tenfold, spices it up with his understanding of what the material wants to say, and most importantly, trusts his two actors enough to grant them the driver's seat to take the film places.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006)



Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (Gore Verbinski, 2006)

It's an inevitable consequence of any Hollywood film that acquires critical and box office success (actually, scrap the critical success part), that film will turn into a franchise giving birth to a sequel or two (or three). The sequels would probably turn out to be crap but at certain instances, the sequels actually entertain. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (Gore Verbinski, 2003) was originally just a spectacle film. In Disney's efforts to capitalize on its intellectual property without having to shell out cash to some creative brainiac, they decide to make films out of their more popular theme park rides. The Haunted Mansion (Rob Minkoff, 2003) sucked badly leaving a distinct aftertaste that gives me adverse reaction to every other Eddie Murphy film. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, however, was a surprise. It sure is a spectacle but it was also quality entertainment. Above the paper thin plot is a marvelous Keith Richards-inspired performance by Johnny Depp and swashbuckling entertainment we haven't seen from Hollywood in years.

Months later, a sequel, nay, a trilogy is announced and one wonders how the creators would come up with a plot that is enough to fill two other films from what was presented in the original film. The hired writers and researchers came up with a wonderful plan of attack - there's much literature that has been written about pirate lore, why not exhaust it and come up with a plot that is perfectly Hollywood-friendly to earn our mouse factory some money. So there you have it, Jack Sparrow (Depp) returns, looking for a key that opens the lock of the chest that contains the heart of Davey Jones (Bill Nighy). There are other people who'd want to get a hold of that chest, including Will Turner (Orlando Bloom) and Elizabeth Swann (Keira Knightley), who agreed to deliver such in exchange for their freedom, and a chance to get married without any threats. It just so happens that Davey Jones is the captain of the mythical Flying Dutchman, a finely conceived ship whose crew is composed of souls who traded a few centuries of their soul's earthly existence to Davey Jones and thus, making them look like sea creatures. Aside from the ominous mythical ship and its more ominous crew, Davey Jones commands the Kraken, a gigantic mollusk that can sink any ship that fancies the eye of the devilish captain.

Like its predecessor, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest is pure spectacle. The sweep is expanded, several locales are explored and new characters are introduced. That gives Gore Verbinski the chance to up what he already visualized in the first film. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest is visually exhausting - the settings are lush, the CGI effects are more polished, the ornaments and the details finer. However, Verbinski seems to be relying to much in his visuals and forgets the fact that the first film's success hinged on Johnny Depp's performance. Johnny Depp, here, has his moments but the glamour, the fast wit, the manly swaggor is exchanged for more visual humor - Jack Sparrow here is a mere cartoon character than an inspired creation of both screenwriters and Depp. In exchange for the lack of Sparrow or his lovable antics, we are given time-consuming plot layout work. That means more of pretty-boy Bloom and his unsatisfying lack of chemistry with British bombshell Knightley. Bloom is given longer screentime, more backstory, more action scenes, to the delight of the females, and to the depression of this reviewer. It just doesn't work. While I acknowledge the fact that the camera loves Bloom, here, he is a hindrance to what the franchise is really about - and that is Depp as Jack Sparrow.

Despite the sorry scarceness of Depp, the abundance of Bloom, and the lack of chemistry between the main characters, I still liked the film. I enjoyed Verbinski's visuals, his ability to control CGI technology without sacrificing true film making - or at least popcorn movie-making. I enjoyed how the hired writers were able to drift the plot into something worthwhile, especially since the first film survived with scarcely an original plot in it. I liked the designs, especially the character design of Davey Jones and his fishy crew. I liked enough of the film to forgive its inconsistencies and its shortcomings. After all, I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest purely for entertainment, and I did get entertained. No complaints here.

Introduction

This blog will serve as a continuation of my previous film blog which I thought was quite bland and uninteresting. Blame xanga for being so exclusive with their blog system, giving only its members the privilege of putting comments. That creates a very limited sense of interaction between the blog maker and the general public.

The reviews that I will be writing in this blog will be more focused compared to the capsule reviews which I was originally writing. Again, feel free to comment, whether violently or agreeably to my film thoughts. Let Oggs' Movie Thoughts be a venue for your own film thoughts as well.

As a final note, I'd like to direct you to my previous blog's for my past reviews:

www.xanga.com/oggsmoggs

Most of the films I've reviewed before, I will revisit and some of my past reviews, I will repost here whenever I find days where I haven't seen anything new.

Cheerios!
Oggs Cruz

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Little Lessons from the School of Inattention

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Black Swan (Darren Aronofsky, 2010)
Blue Moon (Joel Lamangan, 2006)
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Love Me Tonight (Rouben Mamoulian, 1932)
Love On Line (Tony Y. Reyes, 2009)
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My Amnesia Girl (Cathy Garcia-Molina, 2010)
My Valentine Girls (Dominic Zapata, Andoy Ranay & Chris Martinez, 2011)
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