the devil, where is prada?
The highest-grossing Filipino film ever and deservedly so. I think all its emotions feel exactly sewn as a reflection of both the internal and external efforts seen in its filmmaking and it feels more enriched that it was coming from Mae Cruz's best. Dingdong-Marian are both easily good. A-
Has there been a biopic that's as pointed as this? There was a cutthroat betrayal of what we expect of this material, to rely on the intentions to cut deeper and heavily beguile the audience on its intent. Yet Coppola cut the remissions of this story to helm a period that works a gamut of observations from the source material, and to stitch a precise depiction of what, when, and how Priscilla was. Jacob Elordi was a rocket as Elvis; Cailee Spaeny the jet initiator, for all its worth. A-
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Monteras II had great mise en scène. But I was angered by its treatment of a fairly problematic appropriation on the conventions of the hip-hop scene that in itself is anti-gay and anti-women. You have an anti-hero at its center whose determination skewed schematic moments of character development (i.e. his idea of cypher would be to vilify a woman about her weight; he let a woman be raped and in his introspection, just cried! ("i can't do anything," he wailed,…
George Orwell stated it well, that the most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history. This is destructive cinema. This is reconstruction. This is colonialism. This is Philippine cinema under this president. This is not a film by Khavn. A