Tayo Sa Huling Buwan Ng Taon: A Film Review

I want to premise this review with a disclaimer that although I’m calling it a “review”, it should be known that I am completely out of my depth here in trying to dissect or provide a professional commentary about the intricacies of film making and story telling. I am but an avid fan of films in general and a lover of stories; that being said, after watching Tayo Sa Huling Buwan Ng Taon, I realised that I have a lot of things to say regarding the film as a piece of art form and the contents within it, hence why we are here. I hope you find some wisdom or at the very least get a good read about the opinions of a completely random dude who just merely appreciates the simple things in life. Right! now that’s all out of the way, let’s dive right into it! Oh and **spoilers** ahead!

The story starts with two couples living seemingly separate lives from one another. The first couple is Sam and Anna, they are both teachers and are working together in the same school, we first see them as a fairly normal couple in a romantic relationship. This is paralleled by the other couple Frank and Isa, a pilot and a business woman, who are pretty much in the same boat regarding their relationship, or at least that’s what it seems to be.

I got to be honest, the story of the film is nothing completely out of the ordinary, it’s a simple story about relationships and how one relationship affects the other ones you have in your life. What I found very special in it is the way the story was told, for me, the best type of story telling (especially in films) is the story that unfolds by itself. By the simple gestures of the characters, how they interact with the world around them and with other characters. I was so surprised by how natural the conversations flowed and how nostalgic the moods are, I remember being enthralled by the music and the scenery because it was what the Philippines felt like to me in reality. If a film invites you to engage with it just by its basic elements, that’s how you know it’s something worth paying attention to.

Moving on further into the story, it was revealed that these seemingly random people are connected after all. Sam and Isa actually had a previous relationship five years prior to their current ones. And by chance, as films tend to create, they meet again. Again, how natural this scene was astonished me. The awkwardness of meeting someone from your past, the unsure quality of your voice and the over all merry-go-round of emotions one must feel when someone who used to be everything to you suddenly pops out of nowhere and catches you by surprise. It made me think of how I would have reacted to this a year ago, when all this magic of being in love and being hurt was all but a distant reality. I was a hopeless romantic you see, until I got into a serious relationship myself earlier this year, I thought of scenes like these and theorised how they must have felt like in reality. I can honestly say now that I have a better perspective and understanding of what love actually is since then, but this scene definitely brought me back, and yea, I think it’s a pretty accurate depiction of how I (or anyone else for that matter) would have reacted given the situation. I just love how raw and natural the scenes are acted out, unlike most films (unfortunately in the Philippines) that come off as very artificial and clunky.

The conflict of the story happens after Sam and Isa met incidentally again, after their first brief encounter they were invited to a mutual friend’s anniversary party, to which they both came with their respective partners to. The night went on seemingly well, too well, if I might add. For once it felt unnatural that there wasn’t any kind of awkwardness between the four characters at all; knowing that two of them had a history together. If that’s just my pettiness coming out or a creative “we’re-in-a-movie” decision, I’ll never know I guess, but I just thought it would have made sense if at least a tiny bit of tension were shown between these characters but voila, none what so ever. Not until they were on their ride home at least, you can just tell by the poignant score in the background and the sombre mood the scene gave off that something was off. The story continued into another chance meeting of Sam and Isa, they spent the day together seemingly as good friends who just wanted to catch up on each other but soon one of them broke down and asked the ultimate question that was on everyone’s mind (or in this case, my mind) “What happened to us?” Now I got to admit that I saw this from a mile a way and this scene was probably one of the few scenes I thought felt misplaced and unnatural as they shouted at each other in the middle of a busy street but oh well, maybe that’s how it really is in real life. A little bit more information was revealed at how their relationship ended though I would have wanted to know more; but from what was said, I guess it was just enough and was left for open interpretation. I’m just glad it didn’t go to the typical, “I guess we’re gonna cheat now route” and instead ended in how I felt was the most logical way to end things like that, you walk away from each other and call it a day.

I guess one of the major themes of this film is about closure too, I could tell by Sam’s words that he was still haunted by their previous relationship, same goes for Isa in her actions. Now the question of whether they should have entered into a new relationship if they were aware that they haven’t completely moved on from each other yet was right or wrong, is up for debate, but for me personally…I thought it was leaning towards the wrong end. You can love someone else while moving on from someone, I get that it happens, but at that point you shouldn’t let your emotions get to the best of you. Think of the other person, think of yourself. It’s just unnecessary torture, for you and for the person you’re promising to love. But hey, feelings get buried and suppressed, who would have known that they would meet again right? Maybe Sam could have moved on while still maintaining a healthy relationship with Anna and everything would have worked out fine in the end, but then again, what if it doesn’t? I just think that you should be able to enter a relationship without any attachments from previous commitments. What do you think?

Revelations happened afterwards, I forgot to mention about the subplot of Frank and Isa planning to migrate to America and start a new life before everything happened. It wasn’t going to happen anymore now that it backfired into the recent events that Frank had caught up on; eventually leading him to self-reflect and decide that he doesn’t want to move to America after all. Although nothing out of bounds happened, I could understand Frank’s perspective when he noticed something was different about Isa ever since she met Sam again and how that might have seeded some doubts into his mind. The same happened to Sam and Anna, she knew that there was something going on and that Sam has not been fully honest with her regarding his feelings towards Isa. Needless to say, as these things go, their relationships ended, maybe for different reasons or maybe for the same ones, the bottom line is: relationships are much more delicate than we think them to be. I understand that now, so much so than I could ever have hoped for when I wasn’t in one. Maybe that’s why this story struck me more than it should have.

I completely understood all four of the characters motivations, no one did anything wilfully wrong or ill-intent, they were all just in the journey of finding happiness and found the opposite. It makes you think of how ironic the concept of finding happiness truly is, at least on the surface; again this brings me back to my reflection on how I would have viewed these concepts a year ago when I had a very unrealistic view of the world. I used to think that happiness resided in things that we owned, that it’s out there and I just haven’t found my ‘thing’ yet. Only recently did I connect the dots and realised that happiness lies within us and that we are inherently it. If Sam had only worked on himself first and properly went through the harsh and difficult process of moving on, he would have went into a relationship with Anna knowing that no matter what happens, he wouldn’t budge. Had Frank been completely honest with Anna about his second thoughts about moving to America and how he felt like he’s losing himself, they could have found a common ground and maybe planned things out a bit better. Little things contribute to our decisions, unresolved issues and unanswered questions surely has their way of creeping back on to us when we least expect them to. I’m not an expert in relationships, I’m only learning these things as I go myself, mind you, but I think I can say that with enough confidence that I am leaving it on this “review” for the world to see.

Well there you have it, the film ends with how Sam and Anna first met, if it was a deliberate cliffhanger to get funds for a second film or an attempt to start over, (which is again, ironic, since time travelling isn’t really a feature of normal human beings) I thoroughly enjoyed this film. I can’t remember the last time I saw a Filipino film and got properly satisfied for how simplistic and natural the elements came together. The cinematography was top notch, story telling was organic and there were reflective themes that were brought up.

If you have anymore film suggestion that are in the same quality of this one, please do recommend them. I think the Philippines’ cinema industry desperately needs this type of quality to their films, more grounded and less superficial. More straight to the point rather than rehashes and poor attempts at “Hollywood” style films. I have always believed that there is a certain finesse and world class quality in Filipino art, and films like this give me hope that one day we’ll have our mark out there together with the greats, but for now let’s enjoy these rare golden nuggets of awesome story telling and support Filipino film-makers and artists alike!

P.S.

I didn’t realise Emman was in this film until I saw him in it, RIP brother. You will be missed.

Missing You

It’s like an ache in my heart that won’t go away; I guess that’s why it’s called ‘missing’, because it constantly yearns for you. Like a big chunk of my heart was carved out and it struggles to do its function. It never ceases to pulsate albeit haphazardly until I hear your voice, see your smile or hold your hands. Oh I’d love to do that last one right about now.

I wonder how some people do it, I wonder if they feel the same way I do when they ‘miss’ someone. It’s been a while, you see, and it’s such a strange feeling. I miss your warm embrace like a blanket in a stormy night and I miss the way you calm my mind just by being around. All the little things you do when we’re together; it made me think of how observant I could be when I really put my mind to it. How much detail I could store in my mind, about the way you carry yourself and the way you light up when you’re happy. Oh I miss you more now that I think about it.

I guess there’s not much to do from here but to wait until the time I don’t get to miss you anymore, the time when we’re always together and content with our lives. Even though it aches, it’s a good kind of ache and I am thankful for this feeling; because it makes me feel alive and hopeful that I am once more capable of caring this much towards someone.

The Krisper Konundrum

Chapter 1: To the girl I’d never win over.

It’s fine, I get it. I never was a contender and I never will be. It’s my personal choice to act upon what I feel in spite everything that’s happening, so that’s on me. Let me tell you a secret though, I would’ve given you everything. It’s in my nature to be sweet and romantic, but what good does that do when I’ve got no one to be sweet and romantic with, right? It could have been you, every bit of that side of me, it could’ve been yours. Oh, forgive me if it sounds like I’m bragging about what you’re missing out on for not noticing, or rather for not being interested on what I have to offer. I know that you did notice but it just came across as cheesy and corny and maybe a little bit creepy but again it’s fine I get it. It’s just how I do things and I really wish you’d been on the same page with me. I would have been the perfect guy and before you say that that’s a promise I couldn’t keep, let me try to stress out that I have every intention in my heart to do so. That’s how much I wanted to be with you but again it’s fine, I get it.

I apologize for being too invasive with my letters and drawings and songs, they were things I couldn’t say to you, too much for words I thought. I realised I had plenty of raw emotions that I just couldn’t express through our short-lived conversations and so I tried to hide them behind my craft. I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable. I get that mere art and poetry couldn’t win the heart of someone like you.

I would’ve loved you though, with all the love I could’ve given. I would’ve understood every imperfection I couldn’t see behind the blindness of what I felt, no, what I feel towards you. I would’ve listened to every story you feel imperative to tell because I know it’s important to you. I would have but never will, because you are the girl I’d never win over. You’re the one who would never have gotten away because you never stayed either. It’s fine, I get it. In this world of mine that has got a lot of conundrums, you’re the first one in line.

 

 

 

Rie

rie

– photo study –

Smile

lhy2

– photo study –

Windows of Forever

iyacrop

A Facebook Status [Original] by Fer

I never bought you,
Teddy bears and a dozen heart balloons,
No flowers no chocolates,
Didn’t even got the chance,
To ask you to dance,

If that’s what it takes,
Then I’m sorry, it’s my fault and I dont have case,
If my love be measured,
By the things I didn’t bought enough,
Then I’m sorry it’s tough,

But baby didn’t I ?
Wrote you songs and sang until you sleep?
All the letters and the poems,
Tell me if those tears were ever real?

All I ever wanted was, to make you see,
Make you believe, that what we have
Is something so much more,
Make you see, through the windows of forever,
Even if it seems it’s not there,
And they say we’re going nowhere,
Let’s wonder anyway.

The Facebook Status

I never bought you chocolates, i never got a teddy bear nor heart-shaped balloons or flowers. If that’s what makes the best boyfriend then I did wrong by you, I’m sorry and so it’s all my fault … but I did write songs for you, letters and drawings and poems, things you can keep and don’t wither, things that would make you believe that what we had was something more, more than materialistic things and film stereotypes.

I thought I could make you see through the windows of forever, but I guess there’s no point for windows if the view outside is non-existent and so I wonder if what they say is true, I wonder if there really is no forever.

Inang ‘yan nagdrama? haha wala lang, feeling senti. 😅🌠‪#‎walangforever‬

Kwento

Natuwa ako dahil isang araw, bigla akong nagstatus ng ganyan, ng wala lang, parang ‘raw’ na emosyon, bigla nalang lumabas. Hindi sa nanunumbat ako at gusto kong magpabaranggay ng mga ex, pero dahil sa ganon lang akong boyfriend, walang material na bagay, walang bulaklak, teddy bear, lobo, manggang hinog o saging na puyat, basta ‘yung mai-date ko lang ‘yung girlfriend ko at magkaroon kami ng bonding time, sapat na sa’kin ‘yun. Minsan, syempre nageexpect ng regalo ‘twing may okasyon, pero dahil alam nilang hindi ako ganon, hindi nila sinasabi. Simula nung unang relasyon ko, natuto akong hindi magbigay ng mga tipikal na regalong binibigay katulad ng mga magboboypren at gerlpren. Pano naman kasi e ayaw rin ng girlfriend ko noon na binibigyan ko siya ng mga bulaklak o stuffed toys, love letters nalang daw e sapat na, kaya naman tumatak siguro sa isip ko na ganon lahat ng babae. Kailan ko nalang nalaman na hindi pala lahat ganon, ‘yung iba pala mas trip ‘yung tig-dadalawanlibong sapatos o tig-iisang daang butil ng kanin, pero dahil matigas talaga ang ulo ko, hindi pa rin ako nagbibigay, stubborn, yes.

Kung ako kasi ang tatanungin, kung bibigyan kita ng bulaklak, ilang araw lang lanta na ‘yun. Kung teddy bear, pwede pa, pero ano naman gagawin mo sa teddy bear? sigurado naman may unan ka na, at kung ang gusto mo ng kayakap, edi tawagin mo nalang ako, ako gawin mong teddy bear, diba? Kung chocolates or sweets, pag nagkadiabetes ka, ako pa may kasalanan, nabubusog ka naman sa Mang Inasal o Jollibee pag kumakain tayo sa labas. In short, parang ang pointless. ‘Wag mag-alala, hindi naman ako cold-hearted masyado, nagimbento ako ng pwedeng kapalit ng mga bagay na ‘yan, at sa paraang kaya kong gawin, at sa paraang maluwag sa puso kong maibibigay dahil galing mismo sa puso ko.

Kung ang punto lang naman ng mga bulaklak, teddy bears at tsokolate ay para ‘kiligin’ ang isang babae, edi mas gagana kung kakantahan kita diba? o susulatan ng tula? o iguguhit ang mukha? mas personalized, mas malapit sa puso at mas totoo, plus! pwede mo pang itago sa isang kahon at ilagay sa ilalim ng kama mo at kung sakaling magbreak man tayo, ilang taon man ang lumipas, nandun parin sila, pwera nalang kung kainin ito ng mga alaga niyong daga. Sabi ko nga sa status ko: I thought I could make you see through the windows of forever, dahil sa tingin ko nagsisilbing ebidensya ang mga sulat at kanta at tula ko para ipakita ko sa’yong totoo ang nararamdaman ko at seryoso ako.

Hindi ako naghahate sa tipikal na pamamaraan, kung ako rin ang tatanungin, bakit hindi diba? sweet din naman ‘yung mga ‘yun, gusto ko lang na maiba, na sa ilang daang mong magiging ex e maaala mo ‘yung isang maliit na batang sinulatan ka ng kanta at pinakilig ka hanggang sa makita mo na ang sariling utak mo. Hindi sa lahat gumagana ang ‘style’ ko, syempre, at doon palang, alam ko na kung ‘keeper’ siya o hindi, kasi kahit ampanget ng mga kanta ko, kung mahal mo talaga ako, boses ng anghel ang maririnig mo, love is deaf nga sabi nila, ay.. erm, kung may blind, may deaf din!

O siya, sana nagustuhan mo ang munti kong kanta, nang dahil lang sa isang fesbok istatus ay nairita ko ang iyong mga tenga, pasensya, love is deaf. \m/

Florentein

florenzoo

– photo study –

Insufficient

fer

Artist 

Kung isa kang ‘artist’ na katulad ko, kahit na hindi ko gusto ang terminology na ‘yan, alam mo ang pakiramdam ng pagkabwisit pag hindi ka makakuha ng inspirasyon o motibo para gumuhit o magsulat o manghuli ng itim na langgam sa pader.

“Hoy Per! Padrawing naman neto!” Kahit na hindi ko na madalas naririnig ang mga requests at favours ng mga kaibigan at kaklase ko, tanda kong isa ako sa paboritong puntahan kahit na hindi lang naman ako ang may alam sa pagdrawing ng mga laboratory equipments o art projects o ni San Goku. Okay lang sa’kin ‘yun, gusto kong nagdradrawing, mula bata palang ako ay may puwang na sa puso ko ang naturing larangan, isa sa mga dahilan ko e dahil gusto kong gumawa ng sarili kong mga karakter at storya na balang araw, kung sakali, ay may magtyatyagang manuod o magbasa. Akala ko noon, basta lang magsikap ako’t hasain ang kakayanan, okay na ako, pero nang tumagal tagal, nagkaroon ako ng mga mood swings, nalaman kong hindi porke ginusto kong gumuhit e makakadrawing na agad ako. Parang may bala, parang baril na pag naubusan na ng karga, kailangang ireload. Hindi ko ‘to non pinansin, kahit na minsan asar na asar na ako kasi kahit anong pilit ko, ayaw gumana ng utak ko, kaya naman naisipan kong mag imbento ng ‘ritual’. Nalaman kong pag may mga kondisyon akong nasunod, magkakaroon ako ng tsansa para makaisip ng magagandang ideya at magkaroon ng mood para gumuhit, pero kadalasan, hindi ‘yun tumatagal, kaya kailangan kong tapusin lahat sa isang gawaan lang.

Ang Ritwal

1. Gumising ng maaga. Malaki ang parte ng tilaok ng manok sa’kin, kaya naman nang lumipad ako papuntang Inglatera, nabawasan ng kalahati ang abilidad ko sa pagtupad ng ritwal. ‘Yan, at ang pagkadiskubre ko ng paggising ng tanghaling-tapat.

2. Busog Lusog. Kailangang puno ang tyan para may gasolina ang utak, mas nakakaintindi ng pagunawa ang utak ko kapag walang sinasabi ang tyan. ‘Yan at ang kagustuhan kong kumain.

3. Lapis, Sign Pen at Pentel Pen. Kapag meron ako ng tatlong ‘yan, samahan pa ng sketch pad o nakaw na BANGPAPER sa mga folder sa likod ng klasrum ay naglelevel up ang kagustuhan kong magdrawing, parang instant boost, feeling ko ako si Superman, at kahit na nanggagalaiti ang teacher ko dahil drawing lang ako ng drawing, wala akong pakialam sa mundo, this is the moment, shatap. ‘Yan at dahil hindi ako interesado sa lesson namin.

4. Kailangan gabi o madaling araw. Hindi ko alam ang mahika sa likod ng buwan at ang kadiliman ng gabi o kawalan ng araw sa madaling araw. Napansin kong mas gumagana ang utak ko kapag madilim o payapa ang lahat, at ang theory ko dito e dahil parang walang katapusan ang mga ideya kapag gabi, parang walang limit. ‘Yan at ang pagkakadiskubre ko ng pagpupuyat.

5. Girlfriend. Sa lahat ng kaartehan ko, ito ang pinakamaling nagawa ko. Ginawa kong dahilan ang girlfriend ko para maka-drawing, ako ‘tong si tanga na naniwalang merong ‘forever’, pero para sa ibang blog na ang topic na ‘yan. Napansin kong mas madali akong makaguhit kung may constant akong inspirasyon, at dahil sa na-adik ako sa ideya na ‘yun, ginawa kong dahilan ang noon e kaisa-isang source ko ng inspirasyon, kaya naman nang magbreak kami, hininto ko ang lahat. ‘Yan at ang depresyon na kasama ng pagbrebreak.

Ngayon ay may love-hate relationship kami ng pagdradrawing, depende sa mood at depende sa oras at depende sa inspirasyon. Naexcite akong masyado sa kakayahan kong magdrawing na nakalimutan ko kung paano ito alagaan, ngayon umaandar nalang ang makina na ‘yun kapag may espesyal na gasolina, hindi katulad dati na basta naisipan ko, diretso agad sa lapis at papel. Ngayon mas komplikado na ang mga ritwal at kundisyon na kailangan kong matupad para lang makaguhit ng isang piece. Sumali na ang ‘bayad’ na noon ay kinamumuhian ko dahil ang dahilan ko e wala namang abalang naidudulot sa’kin, pero ngayon, iniisip ko na rin ang importansya ng oras ko dahil minsan na lang sumasagi ang mga inspirasyon, supply and demand, kung baga. Dahil dyan, naging mas importante na ang oras ko, iniisip kong imbis na magdrawing ako ng wala naman akong mapapala e ibubuhos ko nalang sa ibang bagay, kahit na kadalasan e wala naman akong ginagawa pero dahil walang inspirasyon na pumapasok sa isip ko, wala ring lagay.

Pero kahit ganyan ang nangyari sa’kin, unti-unti kong natutunang ibalik ang interes ko sa pagdradrawing ulit. Malaking tulong ang naibigay ng pagbalik sa pagblo-blog dahil may tsansa akong isali ang mga drawing ko sa mga storya at kwentong naibabahagi ko, kaya naman sa bawat blog, may artwork akong pilit na isinasama. Nagkaroon man ako ng mga hiccups, feeling ko ay unti-unti ko na ulit nakukuha ang controller ng abilidad ko, at kahit na baby steps, balang araw ay magkakaroon din ako ng matibay na pundasyon at kalayaan sa mga ritwal na nakasanayan sa paglipas ng panahon.

Maria Christina Florentein

nichafer

Remember this? we were so happy then, weren’t we? 

Dear Loved One,

I am sorry. I left, we changed and we ended it, I ended it.

As you can see, nothing’s changed. I keep telling myself I have moved on, I could’ve sworn that I have and then all of a sudden I could not. I could’ve promised that I’ve forgotten about everything, but then again, no I have not. You’re still in my head all the time, you still wake me up in my dreams, you’re still here in my heart.

You, on the other hand, have moved on, way past the 3 month rule if such thing do exist. It’s been 2 years for god’s sake, and plenty of things must have happened in your life by now, for me, again, not so much. Imagine the way things were, just subtract yourself, If I were alone back then, feel free to imagine what I must be right now. I tried the things people in my situation must do, I went down the rebellious path and yet it didn’t seem to help so I decided it was a waste of time. I focused on my art but that one I couldn’t do without you. I tried singing, but let’s be honest, my songs are tailored to your ears and as much as I found a new take on my music, it has lost a lot of its meaning to me. I tried girls, I even found my ideal girl, but it seems I’ve lost myself too much to even keep her long enough to love me like you did. So, basically, I’m screwed, a living fossil, stuck and sad and alone.

Don’t worry though, I know you stopped reading my blog after Chapter 3, and I’m not writing this because I want you to read it. I know that you were just checking up to see where I am now, see if I had finally moved on, obviously I haven’t yet but I like to think that I would someday. It must sound weird, but that’s just because you’re happy and things are going well for you, your time frame has flown so much more compared to mine. You’re on the highway of your life and I’m still stuck at the intersection of our break up. I want to say that I’ll be fine but I’ve been telling myself that for the last 2 years of my life and yet I somehow manage to end up writing stuff about you anyway. I don’t know what I want, I don’t want us to be together again because I’ll be contradicting myself then.

I left for a reason, and I know that reason hasn’t changed. I have moved on from you, well, sort of, it’s the idea of you that I can’t let go of, the person that you are right now isn’t the person that I’m longing for. It’s the idea of falling in love to that girl that keeps me up at night, for the last twenty-two months. I don’t know how you did it, I don’t know how you let go of those memories and I’d like to know how, because you seem to be doing so well from it. So, technically I have moved on from you but not really, not entirely. I guess my only option is to keep being this way until I find someone who’ll make me look the other way, and if that day never comes then I’ll come into peace with the misery, as I have tried doing for a long time now.

It’s been 2 years, and I am sorry for wasting your 2 years before that, with the countless nights you’d cry hoping that I would finally come home, the strict rules you have to put up with, the time you’ve lost in waiting for me to go on skype instead of going out with your friends, and all the stupid long distance relationship crap that we’ve kept up with in those 2 years.  We could have ended it there and then but who cares? You’re happy, and that’s what matters, although I would’ve preferred if I was happy as well but then I wouldn’t be writing this if I were. I know that you’ve changed. I know you’re not that girl anymore and that there’s no more chapters left in our story, but my heart’s still in love with the idea of you, of us. It sucks, but atleast it just sucks for me.

If one day we’ll have to meet again, I hope I could join you laughing on the memories we’ll talk about and not secretly weep inside wishing it was still true.

Love,

Fer