Saturday, February 29, 2020

PDI Review: 'Batang Mujahideen' by Tanghalang Pilipino

Between this and PETA's "Under My Skin," it's shaping up to be a great year for the original Filipino play. The website version of this review here.

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'Batang Mujahideen': Magnificent drama told through facts

Curtain call during the closing performance of "Batang Mujahideen."

A puppet figures in Tanghalang Pilipino's (TP) premiere of Malou Jacob's "Batang Mujahideen." It is the character of Fatima, who witnesses her father's death at the hands of a Christian extremist, and is later transplanted to an Abu Sayyaf training camp. We see her learn to use a gun, take necessary steps to become the title character--child jihadist--in the definition that militants have reduced "jihad" to.

Fatima is only a piece of the puzzle. The larger world of the play is set in March 2000, when the Abu Sayyaf raided two schools in the island-province of Basilan and abducted over 50 individuals, including students, teachers and a Roman Catholic priest. Fatima learns to hate; the kidnapping victims learn the taste of fear.

How these two narrative strands intertwine is but one of the many strengths of this play, which, though written by Jacob, is also devised--developed and written further--by director Guelan Luarca and the TP Actors Company (AC) that comprise the cast, with dramaturgical input from Dominique La Victoria.

The end point is something we already know: Violence begets violence. An entire school coming under a terrorist attack may not be of the same contextual scale as a father being brutally murdered before his child's eyes, but the seed of fear, and more importantly, of hate, is planted all the same.

No cop-outs

The play acknowledges that as a fact of life; it serves us drama through facts, and not cop-outs. But more importantly, the play recognizes that the path to a violent end is preceded by a constant push and pull between fighting for peace and giving in to the temptation for revenge. This inward interrogation is ever present in the play, in the way it structures its plot points and in the words of its characters: The cycle of violence may often prevail, but its path to victory isn't easy. Everywhere there are people who still believe in goodness, and who will stand by goodness, despite the odds.

Luarca captures all that and more. His production flows with an assured rhythm, like a cogent debate, brimming with ironic calm and intellectual rigor. He lets his actors shift between playing narrators and characters in the story at a brisk pace that never sacrifices clarity. There are arresting scenes of violence, even some coups de theatre, but these are interspersed between lengthy moments of quiet, the play somehow insisting on storytelling and conversation--the power of words!--as salvation.

Flawless

The design of this production is fundamentally flawless. Marco Viaña and Paw Castillo, in addition to designing the costumes, have created a set that resembles a classroom jungle, with flexible blocks and staircases to conjure different worlds and timelines. D Cortezano (lights) and Arvy Dimaculangan (sound) are reliable as always, turning in topnotch work; their contributions are most essential in materializing violence onstage, complementing Jomelle Era's movement design.

Among the cast, Manok Nellas and Jonathan Tadioan are forceful presences in their multiple characters, but the standout is longtime AC member Lhorvie Nuevo. Hewing to the prologue's promise to disregard age and gender, Nuevo plays fallen Abu Sayyaf head Khadaffy Janjalani with an acute understanding of the combined power of kindness and silence. Marlon Brando in "Apocalypse Now" and Joe Pesci in "The Irishman" both knew this: Sometimes, the softest voice in the room is the most frightening of all. Amid the theatrical carnage, you can't help looking at, and for, Nuevo.

There are faults in this production, of course--graphics that come up short in a logistical sense, performances that are either far less commanding than a role demands or hammy to a degree, lines of dialogue that are distractingly on-the-nose polemical.

No matter, "Batang Mujahideen" is still magnificent, astutely crafted theater. It runs for less than 90 minutes, which is nothing if not intelligent use of such brief stage time. It has five remaining performances (no thanks to COVID-19!), but deserves to run for plenty more. 

Saturday, February 15, 2020

PDI Review: 'Under My Skin' by PETA

My review of the first production I really liked this year--the website version here.

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A must-see: 'Under My Skin' is Peta's return to form

Curtain call during media night of "Under My Skin."

First things first: "Under My Skin" is indisputably a return to form for the Philippine Educational Theater Association (Peta). As a theatrical piece, it hits the mark; as an advocacy play, it is a triumph.

In the last decade, Peta has alternated between straightforward dramas and well-intended advocacies: Anton Chekov's "The Cherry Orchard" and Marsha Norman's "'night, Mother" vis à vis original work such as "William," "A Game of Trolls" and "Charot!" The results, especially for the originals, haven't always been unqualified successes.

"Under My Skin," written by Rody Vera, tackles the HIV-AIDS crisis in the Philippines, where the current daily average of people being diagnosed with the virus is now at a distressing 36. Comparisons to such landmark plays as Larry Kramer's "The Normal Heart," or even Tony Kushner's "Angels in America," are thus inevitable.

But "Under My Skin" does its forebears one better: It has a keen awareness of its dramatic potential, but practices remarkable restraint in fulfilling that potential.

How HIV works

This play knows exactly how HIV works--how it exists in the casual grind of everyday life, in the silences and pauses that fill our day-to-day activities; how, despite scientific advancement and giant leaps in humanitarian action, it still exists; how, no matter the tears shed or words imparted, it will continue to exist.

A line from a key character is most essential to the point this play so intelligently, thoughtfully drives home: It is pointless to dwell on the drama. In "Under My Skin," the impact of the virus takes not the form of grand, tear-filled moments or scenes where characters scream and shout their emotions to the heavens. There is crying and shouting, sure, but it is all done at a decibel level that is recognizably real--a reminder that the "h" in HIV stands for "human," after all.

In positioning his play on an all-too-human plane, Vera has written what may be his most accomplished original theatrical piece in years--one that deals with the science of the story with the same superlative skill employed in its critique of the 21st-century gay community, all while weaving in and out of multiple plot lines, the characters intersecting in scenes, facts flowing alongside and even bleeding into the fiction. 

Ilustrative

And the science here, take note, is handled with such expert skill, it's honestly breathtaking and a breath of fresh air. What Vera does in this play is the kind of pedestrian translation that most of the medical and scientific community is simply incapable of doing--the breaking down of mind-numbing facts and jargon into language at once understandable and illustrative. Witnessing Vera explain the intricate pathophysiology of HIV-AIDS--through more-than-justified breaking down of the fourth wall, no less--makes you realize what a better, and clearer, world we'd be living in right now if only our scientists were also potent communicators.

Vera is greatly aided by Steven Tansiongco's video projections--the most effective use of the medium we've seen since projections started to be in vogue in local theater--and Teresa Barrozo's sound design and instrumentals, in their best moments elevating the story to the level of thriller, or late-night stand-up, or heartfelt drama. At this point, it may seem a tad greedy to ask for more--tighter direction from Melvin Lee (for the moments that feel either too loose, or too heavy-handed with the drama) or a more uniform level of performance from the ensemble (though there are standouts in Roselyn Perez, Gio Gahol, Anthony Falcon, and even Dudz Teraña, providing a "nonintermission intermission" that could have been a solo drag performance in itself).

As it is, the premiere of "Under My Skin" is still, pardon the cliché, a must-see. It aspires to a vision of a healthier world, along the way tearing down barriers both social and intellectual, while never once losing sight of the reality we're grappling with now.

Listen only to the subtle oohs and aahs from the audience during the play's educational portions: That right there is the sound of impactful, meaningful theater. That right there is why we keep going to the theater.

Sunday, February 9, 2020

If I had an Academy Award ballot, 2020...

Oscars' eve, Philippine time. Here are my choices! Note that my "should have been nominated" picks are based on how well the films fared during precursor season. (I make an Excel file every year for fun, but also to put some science into this whole crazy business, and the science actually makes sense!)


BEST PICTURE

Winner: "PARASITE"
Alternate: "LITTLE WOMEN"

On a customized preferential ballot, this is how I would rank the Best Picture nominees:

1. "Parasite"
2. "Little Women"
3. "Marriage Story"

[gap]

4. "1917
5. "The Irishman"
6. "Jojo Rabbit"
7. "Ford v Ferrari"

[gap]

8. "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood"

[gap]
[gap]

[a million more gaps]

9. "Joker"

"Parasite" is far and away the deserving winner, but "Little Women" can win over it and I would be perfectly happy. Among the Best Picture contenders during precursor season, "Knives Out" would be my third placer, ahead of "Marriage Story." "1917" has extremely dumb situations as major plot points. The third act of "The Irishman" is the film I would have wanted to see more of. "Jojo Rabbit" is cute, but never really transcends its cuteness. "Ford" is fun during the racing scenes. "Once..." was an exasperatingly alienating viewing experience. And "Joker" got this year's trash nominee slot, akin to "Bohemian Rhapsody" last year.

BEST DIRECTOR

Winner: BONG JOON-HO, "PARASITE"
Should Have Been Nominated: Greta Gerwig, "Little Women"; Céline Sciamma, "Portrait of a Lady on Fire"

No alternates. The floor is now open for questions, but I will not be taking any. Greta should be in Todd Phillips' slot, and Céline, in Quentin Tarantino's (yes, fight me). That should have solved the "no women" complaint.

BEST ACTOR

Winner: ADAM DRIVER, "MARRIAGE STORY"
Alternate: Antonio Banderas, "Pain and Glory"; maybe Jonathan Pryce, "The Two Popes"
Should Have Been Nominated: Brad Pitt, "Ad Astra"

Joaquin Phoenix has been sweeping the precursors and is going to win for a bad movie. (He was great in "The Master," but there was obviously no beating Daniel Day-Lewis' Abraham Lincoln; he was also great in "Her," a movie I initially adored but now find kind of blech.) Driver clearly deserves to win this year. Banderas would be my alternative vote. Pryce is my far third; I'm not a fan of "The Two Popes" (ordering a cake and getting a muffin). Leonardo DiCaprio, whose Oscar should have been for "The Wolf of Wall Street"--no one was better that year--is nominated this year for a movie I do not care about at all. I would take out either Leo or Joaquin (coin toss; I couldn't care less about the result) and write in Brad Pitt in "Ad Astra." How am I faring so far as "brutally honest Oscars voter"?

BEST ACTRESS

Winner: SAOIRSE RONAN, "LITTLE WOMEN"
Alternate: Renée Zellweger, "Judy"
Should Have Been Nominated: Lupita Nyong'o, "Us"; Florence Pugh, "Midsommar"

This should be Lupita's second Oscar. But oh, she's not even nominated. So Renée has also been sweeping the precursors and is going to win for a movie that does not deserve her performance. I am fine with her winning. If we go by the actual lineup, Saoirse would get my vote in a heartbeat. Scarlett and Renée both stay. Charlize Theron and Cynthia Erivo both shouldn't even be here; their nominations should have gone to Lupita and Florence Pugh in "Midsommar." Pugh and Pitt should both be double acting nominees this year. Also, the irony that Lupita, who won an Oscar for playing a slave, isn't this year's token Black woman in the lineup; instead, it's Erivo, who's up for Best Actress for--guess what--also playing a slave. Let it be known: What Lupita does in "Us" is the stuff that legends are made of.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR

Winner: BRAD PITT, "ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD"
Alternate: Joe Pesci, "The Irishman"
Should Have Been Nominated: Song Kang-ho, "Parasite"; Choi Woo-shik, "Parasite"; Wesley Snipes, "Dolemite Is My Name"; Timothée Chalamet, "Little Women"

This will be a well-deserved acting win for Brad Pitt. If Joe Pesci pulls off an impossible upset, I will cheer for him. Al Pacino, Tom Hanks and Anthony Hopkins can all go. Pacino is doing classic loud Pacino here. I don't care for Hanks as a stilted Mr. Rogers; I think the film is loads of bull, and Hanks should have been nominated for "Captain Phillips" or even "Sully." Hopkins did what he could with the role. Two actors from "Parasite" are so much more deserving of nominations. Also, Wesley Snipes in "Dolemite"--when camp succeeds, you just know it. If not Snipes, then Chalamet in "Little Women"--nobody has been talking about this performance (maybe it's Chalamet fatigue), which is a shame, because it is terrific in its subtlety.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS

Winner: LAURA DERN, "MARRIAGE STORY"
Alternate: Florence Pugh, "Little Women"
Should Have Been Nominated: Jennifer Lopez, "Hustlers"; Cho Yeo-jeong, "Parasite"

I am fine with Laura Dern winning; she is dynamite in this film. Florence Pugh can also win it for that scene alone in the drawing room with Timmy. Kathy Bates can stay in the lineup for her work in "Richard Jewell." ScarJo's "Jojo Rabbit" turn and Margot Robbie in "Bombshell" have to go; in a just world, this should really be Jennifer Lopez's Oscar. Cho Yeo-jeong would be my fifth nominee; her vacuous character is my favorite performance in "Parasite."

BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY

Winner: BONG JOON-HO & HAN JIN-WON, "PARASITE"
Alternate: Rian Johnson, "Knives Out"
Should Have Been Nominated: Lulu Wang, "The Farewell"; Céline Sciamma, "Portrait of a Lady on Fire"

Noah Baumbach's script for "Marriage Story" is my third placer. Quentin and "1917" out, Wang and Sciamma in--now there's a solid original screenplay lineup.

BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY

Winner: GRETA GERWIG, "LITTLE WOMEN"

No alternates. This is clearly Gerwig's Oscar. To take on a classic novel and somehow reinvent it as your own? "Jojo Rabbit" could never.

BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY

Winner: ROGER DEAKINS, "1917"
Alternate: Jarin Blaschke, "The Lighthouse"
Should Have Been Nominated: Claire Mathon, "Portrait of a Lady on Fire"

What is "Joker" doing here again? That should have been Claire Mathon's nomination--and win. But I'm perfectly fine with Roger winning his second; the cinematography, after all, is one of the strongest elements of "1917." I thought "The Lighthouse" was just okay as a whole.

BEST PRODUCTION DESIGN

Winner: "PARASITE"
Alternate: "1917"

BEST EDITING

Winner: YANG JIN-MO, "PARASITE"
Alternate: Andrew Buckland & Michael McCusker, "Ford v Ferrari"
Should Have Been Nominated: Todd Douglas Miller, "Apollo 11"

I am by no means a fan of "Apollo 11"--I was awed by its technical accomplishment of having woven all those photographs, footages, and recordings into a narrative, but I found the whole just okay. There were certainly more engrossing documentaries this year (see below). But this is the one category that "Apollo 11" deserved a nomination; again, what is "Joker" doing here?

BEST ORIGINAL SCORE

Winner: ALEXANDRE DESPLAT, "LITTLE WOMEN"
Alternate: Hildur Guonadóttir, "Joker"

This is the only "Joker" win I would support (it's gonna happen).

BEST DOCUMENTARY FEATURE

Winner: "FOR SAMA"

I am not a fan of "Honeyland." Thirty minutes into it, I was like, what the fuck am I watching? At the end of last year, I was totally fine with "American Factory" winning this. But an "American Factory" win would only be further proof of Hollywood elitism, of just how insular these awards are. People are dying in Syria, Brenda. Doctors are risking their lives to save lives! But oh, sure, let's vote for the movie about how other cultures are taking jobs away from Americans. I jest a little. "American Factory" is a terrific film. But my heart belongs to "For Sama"; I found "The Cave" too produced, its polish getting in the way of authenticity. "For Sama" would be a worthy winner; it would be a great winner.

P.S. I haven't seen "The Edge of Democracy."

BEST ANIMATED FILM

Winner: "KLAUS"

What a terribly weak field. "Toy Story" was good, but is the weakest of the "Toy Story" films. "I Lost My Body" is a glorified story about a creep. "How to Train Your Dragon 3" is the weakest of the trilogy. And I've yet to see "Missing Link."

BEST INTERNATIONAL FEATURE

Duh.

Saturday, February 1, 2020

PDI Feature: Repertory Philippines' 'Stage Kiss' on their first kiss

It's already Valentine's month! I thought I'd do something different with an advancer this time. The website version here. "Stage Kiss" runs from Feb. 7-Mar. 1 at Onstage Theater, Greenbelt 1, Makati City.

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'As if time had stopped'--the first kiss

In 2017, Manila saw two plays by the American playwright Sarah Ruhl--"Eurydice," mounted by Tanghalang Pilipino using a Filipino translation by Guelan Luarca, and "In the Next Room (or The Vibrator Play)" by Repertory Philippines (Rep).

Next week, Rep returns to Ruhl with its 83rd season opener: "Stage Kiss," a backstage farce in which two ex-lovers suddenly find themselves playing the romantic leads of the play within the play. Carlitos Siguion-Reyna directs, with Missy Maramara (Best Director of Inquirer Lifestyle's 2019 theater roundup) and Tarek El Tayech (Theatre Titas' "Macbeth," "BuyBust") as ex-lovers.

Ahead of the Feb. 7 opening night--and just in time to usher in Valentine's season--we asked the cast and crew of "Stage Kiss" to tell us all about their first kisses, either onstage or in real life.

Here are excerpts from our email exchanges:

My mom always said that when I was in preschool, I kissed this cute boy in my class. So I grew up thinking my first kiss was gone. The first kiss that mattered, though, was right after high school, with a boy from another school who was very good in math. He watched all my plays even if he wasn't into theater. I really liked him, even if I was also terribly infatuated with my scene partner in our school play. (Said partner was also super cute, and most everyone had a huge crush on him, too.)

Onstage, it was with Jenny Jamora in New Voice Company's "Stop Kiss" in 2003. That was when I learned how stage kissing is such a delicate component of theater--and nothing like real kissing. Onstage kissing should let the audience be the ones to "feel," and the actors have to be careful not to get lost in the act. It involves a different kind of discipline and trusting relationship. 
--Missy Maramara, "She"

I have a theory that my kisses make people famous. I had to kiss JC Santos and JM de Guzman in "Isang Panaginip na Fili," and today they're both movie stars. Who wants to be my next leading man?
--Mica Pineda, "Laurie"/"Millicent"

I was around 10. My older sister's classmate would always grab me every time she saw me, and kiss me on the lips. All I remember is liking it. My first onstage kiss: in a production of "Much Ado About Nothing" eons ago, where I played Claudio! Me as a romantic lead. Awkward.
--Robbie Guevara, "The Husband"

I've played romantic roles, the third party and even an abusive man, but I've had only three onstage kisses, all very chaste, and all in Shakespeare: with Shiela Valderrama-Martinez and Issa Litton in "A Midsummer Night's Dream," and Niccolo Manahan in the all-male "The Taming of the Shrew." I wonder when I will be cast in a role that will allow me to go to town. Any takers?
--PJ Rebullida, choreographer

It was an innocent peck; I was playing doctor with this girl. It was before puberty hit.
--Tarek El Tayech, "He"

I had a make-out scene in "Burles" (Dulaang Unibersidad ng Pilipinas, 1978, written by Rene Villanueva, directed by Jonas Sebastian) where I had to kiss the cheeks and neck of my scene partner. During the first weekend run, she asked me why I wasn't really kissing her and, instead, was just pretending to do so by brushing my lips against her skin. I had thought that the 15-year-old me was trying not to take advantage of her. After that, my kisses during the second weekend became more realistic.
--Dennis Marasigan, lighting designer

It was early in high school. She was an exchange student, with surfer blonde hair and a great smile. We kissed in the field at school after class, with the sun getting lower on the horizon. We were walking hand in hand, and I sensed that we could both feel the moment approaching. We stopped walking and faced each other, and then something changed in her eyes, as I am sure something in mine did. It did seem as if time had stopped, and the rest of the world--the noise of children playing, a football game in progress, even the rustling of the leaves--had faded away.

That magical first kiss had everything in it: awkwardness, excitement, expectations, fear and nervousness, and the feeling that even if we both knew she was leaving, maybe this could somehow be a reprieve. When we had parted, and opened our eyes, and finally caught our breaths, we smiled.

She was perfect in the afternoon sun. And then the smiles disappeared, and our eyes closed as we leaned in to kiss again, and in my eagerness, I bumped her teeth. We laughed, then stepped closer to try again,
--Jamie Wilson, "The Director"

My family and I moved to Ho Chi Minh City when I was in middle school, and that was peak teen--"truth or dare" and "spin the bottle" parties galore. Long story short, I was dared to kiss some dude, when I really wanted to kiss my crush, who was right next to him. My best friend ended up kissing my crush instead, so you can only imagine how a 14-year-old would react!
--Justine Narciso, "Angela"/"The Maid"

None--or shall I say, none yet? But either in real life or onstage, it will probably be full of sweetness and excitement, knowing how warm and soft, or how cold and hard, the other must be. Shall I keep my eyes closed? How do I even prepare for that? Perhaps I am scared of the intimacy that will certainly go beyond a mere peck on the cheek or a gentle touch on the forehead, but just the thought of a little kiss is thrilling.
--Nick Nañgit, pianist

I was crushing on this girl from a baseball movie that I watched growing up. I was so infatuated with her that one day, with no one around, I walked up to the TV, pressed the pause button, and gave her a big kiss on the screen. 
--Andres Borromeo, "Kevin"/"The Understudy"