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Mga Pangil ng Pahinga, Paghinga, at Pagpaparaos: Rebyu sa Dokumentaryong “Jingle Lang ang Pahina”

ni Dr. Jema Pamintuan

Mainam ang talab ng dokumentaryong “Jingle Lang ang Pahina.” Una sa lahat, dahil may tangka itong hulihin ang kabuluhan ng masisteng pahayag ng isang nagrereklamong indibidwal hinggil sa dami ng kaniyang ginagawa, at inilalabas nito ang himutok sa pagsambit ng “jingle lang ang pahinga ko.” Nangangahulugang ang pangangailangang “jumingle” lamang ang pagkakataong makahinga saglit mula sa pagiging abala. Subalit ang pagiging “lamang” ng akto ng pag-jingle ay nagiging higit pa sa “lamang.” Na kung titingnan ang pahinga bilang napakahalagang yugto ng saglit na paghinto–paghinto man upang makaipon muli ng kaunting lakas, o paghinto upang makapagbulay kahit sandali–ang “lamang” ay nagiging “bukod-tangi,” nagiging “mahalaga,” sapagkat ang akto ng pag-jingle ang natatanging panahon para makasungkit ng pahinga at mahuli muli ang paghinga ng nagwiwika nito, bago balikan ang akto ng mala-makinang paggawa.

jingle3Ito ang kaibuturan ng dokumentaryo, sa panulat at direksyon ni Chuck Escasa, at isang malinaw na pagbibigay-pugay sa tanyag na magasin noong mga dekada 70 hanggang unang bahagi ng dekada 90. Tanyag, una, dahil sa kontribusyon nito sa pagpapalakas at pagtataguyod ng musikang Filipino. Naging libangan ito ng kabataang mahilig sa musika; ang mga liriko at chords ng mga kanta, maging ang kalakip na chord chart, ay kinagiliwan ng maraming tagatangkilik. Ayon nga sa salaysay ni Raimund Marasigan ng bandang Sandwich, patok ang Jingle lalo sa mga kabataang gaya niya noon na nag-aaral sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas. Sa mga dormitoryo sa UP, kapag walang klase at ganadong tumambay at magpahinga ang mga mag-aaral, lilikha ng umpukan ang mga panatiko ng musika, at sasabayan ng kanta ang tropa sa saliw ng gitara at Jingle Magazine.

Pangalawa, malinaw na ipinabatid ng dokumentaryo na hindi lamang mga liriko ng musika ang inihatid ng Jingle sa mga mambabasa nito; isinalaysay ng dokumentaryo ang paglampas sa pagiging “lang” ng Jingle, hindi ito magasin na naglaman ng mga awitin lamang. Natatangi ang mga pahina nitong nagsilbing hingahan at daluyan ng komentaryo at opinyon ng mga manunulat at alagad ng sining tungkol sa pambansang kalagayan noong panahon ng administrasyong Marcos. Mayaman ang impormasyong inilahad ng dokumentaryo kung paanong pinagsalikop ang teksto ng mga imahen, salita, at tunog, upang makabuo ng lathalaing may hatid na kabuluhan at giliw sa mamamayang Filipino.

Nakapupukaw ng diwa ang talim ng mga pahayag ng mga manunulat ng Jingle Magazine. Sa gitna ng maselan na sitwasyon sa pamamahayag at salimuot ng panahon ng batas militar, malinaw ang direksyong tinahak ng Jingle tungo sa pag-angkin ng kapangyarihan ng mga salita at paggamit sa Jingle bilang mabisang makinarya para sa pakikipaglaban sa kalayaang ito. Detalyadong ipinasilip ng dokumentaryo ang laman at ubod ng mga sulating ito. Sa Jingle pinagtagpo ang mga makata, musikero, dibuhista, mananaysay, at kritiko. Mula sa mga tula ni Rolando Tinio at Lav Diaz, mga sanaysay nina Eric Gamalinda at Juaniyo Arcellana, mga awit nina Florante, Jess Santiago, Mike Hanopol, at Juan dela Cruz band, hanggang sa mga dibuho at komiks nina Dengcoy Miel, Roque Federizon Lee (Rox Lee), Romeo Ben, at Ludwig Ilio, nakapa ang talas sa tangkang tibayan pa ang pundasyon ng kultura at historiograpiyang Filipino, lalo pa sa isang yugtong sinupil ang kalayaan sa paghayag.

Ang kayarian mismo ng dokumentaryo ay nagtanghal ng malayang daloy at palitan ng mga personal na karanasan ng mga naging haligi at miyembro ng magasin. Sa gitna ng kanilang mga naratibo ay maririnig ang mga awit nina Jun Lopito, Noli Aurillo, The Jerks, Johnny Alegre, at ng bandang Sandwich. May panaka-naka ring tunog ng pagtipa sa makinilya, na dokumentasyon ng mahahalagang tala at naratibo, hinggil sa politikal at sosyo-kultural na isyung tinalakay sa magasin. Walang rigidity sa istruktura ng dokumentaryo, hindi minarkahan ng mga tiyak na paksa ang bawat eksena nito. Nagsasalit ang mga imahen at ang mga paksa, mula sa usapin ng Pinoy rock at relihiyon hanggang sa isyu ng payola sa industriya ng musika. Nagpapatung-patong ang mga salita, at ang mga tunog, mula sa talastas ng isang manunulat/reviewer ng music album, hanggang sa pagpapatugtog ng kapirasong sipi mula sa album na ito.

Konsistent ang pagpapalitaw ng istrukturang ito sa mga nilaman ng dokumentaryo. Kawangis ito ng pahayag ng isang kinapanayam na manunulat sa pelikula, na sa Jingle, malayang nakapagsambulat ng kanilang kuro-kuro ang mga manlilikha nito. Ang operatibong salitang ginamit ay “ramble.” Nagpakalaya sa gitna ng sensura at panghihigpit. Ito rin ang kalayaan mismo ng mga musikero ng Jingle na pakinggan ang mga liriko ng mga awitin at isulat ang mga ito ayon sa kanilang pagkakarinig at pagkaunawa sa awit. Naroon din ang kalayaang lapatan ng chords at tabs ang mga awitin, na kumatawan sa kanilang masining na interpretasyon sa kung paano tutugtugin at itatanghal ang awit. At kaugnay ng mga antas at uri ng gamit ng kalayaang ito ang mapanuring mga isip at makabayang ekspresyon ng pagtunggali sa mga mapang-abusong politikal na puwersa. Sa mga panayam lumitaw rin ang isa pang kapangahasan ng Jingle, na nakatunog ng pangongopya rito ng ilang publikasyon. Sa isa nitong isyu, na tinawag na “trash issue” ng manunulat na si Nerissa Mata, naglabas ito ng mga maling chords ng mga kanta, at inihambing sa isyu ng isa pang publikasyon, na kaparehong maling chords din ang inilabas kaya napatunayang nangopya nga ito sa Jingle.

Pasingit-singit ang pagpapatugtog ng kanta ng dokumentaryo, tulad ng awit ni Fred Panopio (“Pitong Gatang”), at ipopokus ng kamera ang mga liriko sa magasin. Unti-unti ay masasagap ang mga tono at liriko nito, hanggang sa maaari ka na ring mapasabay sa pagkanta. Nahuli ito ng dokumentaryo, na sa panonood nito, nasusubukan rin ang itinatanghal na birtud ng Jingle. Na nakapagpaparahuyo ito ng mga tagasunod ng musika, nakaaaliw at nakahihikayat na kumanta, at tumugtog, kasama ang Jingle.

Ang katotohanang ang Jingle ay nilikha ng, at nilikha para sa, mga tagatangkilik nito ay nagdiin umano sa titulo nitong “fanzine.” Isa ito sa mahahalagang pinaksa ng pelikula. Itinampok nito ang komitment ng magasin, higit, para sa pampublikong interes, at hindi para sa anupamang pansariling motibo. Naidiin sa dokumentaryo ang dangal at paninindigan ng magasin, na hindi ito nagpabenta para manilbihan sa interes ng isa o iilan. Ang mga mismong kawani ng Jingle ay walang ambisyon para sa malaking kikitain mula sa magasin. Ayon nga sa isang manunulat ng Jingle, ang paglilingkod sa Jingle Magazine ang kaniyang naging pinakamasayang trabaho, kahit ito ang may pinakamaliit na suweldo, sa lahat ng kaniyang napasukan.

Mainam ang gaan at impormalidad ng tono at estilo ng dokumentaryo sa pagsasalaysay ng mga detalyeng ito, at paghahatid ng taos na interes at pagmamahal ng mga manunulat at alagad ng sining sa kanilang pag-ambag ng likha sa Jingle. Kawangis ng direksyon at paghahayag ng naratibo ng dokumentaryo ang pagkakalarawan sa opisina at kalagayan ng pagtatrabaho sa Jingle, na may komportable ngunit nakapupukaw na kaligiran, tulad din ng pakiramdam ng mismong pagbabasa ng magasin, “binabago ka ng Jingle,” ayon kay Lav Diaz, na isa ring dating manunulat ng Jingle. “May transcendence,” aniya, “artwork ang Jingle.”

Kung kaya ang atraksyon ng nakararami sa Jingle ay dahil sa angkin nitong ideyalismo at angas, na nag-impluwensiya sa ilang kabataang manunulat ng panahong iyon. Ani nga ng isang dating manunulat ng Jingle na si Edwin Aguilar, maging ang mga “groupie,” o mga “langaw sa ibabaw ng kalabaw” ay naging manunulat ng Jingle. Nagkaroon ng partisipasyon ang mga minsang nangarap na mapasama sa pangkat ng mga manunulat at alagad ng sining ng magasin. Sa testimonya ni Antonio Maghirang, ilan sa nakahikayat sa kaniyang magsulat ay ang mga akda nina Juaniyo Arcellana at Eric Gamalinda na nabasa niya sa magasin. At dahil nabigyan rin siya ng pagkakataong makapagsulat para sa Jingle, natalunton at nahasa pa niya ang kakayahang sumulat ng mga sanaysay, na madalas ay maiikling pagsusuri hinggil sa rock music. May ilang manunulat din na nagtulak para palaganapin ang mga awit nina Freddie Aguilar at Sampaguita, sa pamamagitan ng paglalagay ng mga kanta sa Jingle at pagsulat ng mga artikulo hinggil sa likha ng mga nabanggit na mang-aawit.

Nito lamang taong 2011, may isang pananaliksik na pinamunuan ni C. Nathan Dewall, isang guro ng University of Kentucky. Pinatunayan ng pag-aaral ang pagiging narsisistiko ng kasalukuyang lipunan, at ang narsisismong ito ay matatagpuan sa sampung pinakatanyag na mga awitin (batay sa Billboard Magazine) mula mga taong 1980 hanggang 2007.[1] Ibang-iba ang konklusyon ng pag-aaral sa simoy at tekstura ng ilang mga pinaksa at inilathalang makabayang awitin sa Jingle, na sa kalahatan ay paglalaan ng mga titik at melodiya bilang lunsaran ng pakikisangkot. At mahihinuha mula sa dokumentaryo na ang inaakalang nagsasarili at tiwalag na mundo ng mga kabataang tila walang muwang, nakabukod, naka-headphones, at nahuhumaling sa musika, ay may mariing pakikilahok sa mga isyung panlipunan sa isang yugto ng kasaysayan, sa pamamagitan ng Jingle bilang aparato ng kanilang mga ideya, saloobin, at makabayang kritisismo.


[1] Tingnan ang artikulong “Song Lyrics Reflect our Narcissistic Age.” Nasa http://www.psmag.com/culture-society/song-lyrics-reflect-our-narcissistic-age-29644/. Accessed on 10 April 2013.

 
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Posted by on 19/04/2013 in Film Review

 

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Vacuous Thrill

Review: One More Try

Directed by Ruel S. Bayani (Star Cinema)

by Tessa Maria Guazon

One More Try attempts to revive the formula of beleaguered love by imbuing it moral choice. It failed disastrously. Caught in the snarls of an ill-conceived story, it stumbles countless times. In it, drama explores the limits of absurdity and viewing becomes an exercise in dredging the pit of incongruity. This is most apparent in the final conciliatory scene, one suffused with apologies and promises. After an awkward silence, the actors dutifully deliver lines in a final segment that can only be described as an inept afterthought. The droll and futile arguments they spewed at each other throughout their poorly imagined lives hover as ghastly background. The only reason we sit through the end is to pat ourselves on the back for becoming astute seers: knowing exactly how this movie will dissipate. The awards heaped on One More Try evade logic and at best illustrate the failure of ‘entertainment’ as conceived by the Metro Manila Film Festival organizers.

One More Try opens in Baguio and a summer affair. This arduous, youthful attraction between Edward (Dingdong Dantes) and Grace (Angel Locsin) begets a love child who now battles a rare lymphatic cancer. The child fails numerous bone marrow transplants and needs his father. Patch this past onto the life of a young, successful couple yearning for a child yet unable to beget another offspring. Jac / Jacqueline (Angelica Panganiban), the woman in this fairytale marriage is an upwardly mobile advertising executive torn between success and guilt. She is by turns, confusingly sharp and witless in her attempts to please husband Edward. This fairytale marriage is marred by the husband’s past – a child from the brief summer affair who badly needs a bone marrow match. From when they began solving this matching conundrum, the film begins a headlong plunge to ruin. Failing numerous matches, the gynaecologist suggests in-vitro fertilization which again predictably failed. Seemingly pushed against the wall, old lovers were needlessly set for a night together which again fails – the rusty fulcrum of failure the film exploits. Jac, Edward, Grace and her lover Tristan (Zanjoe Marudo) are forced to gamble their hearts, bodies and gut for what they thought was a morally upright choice.

Up until this experiment in conceiving a child, the story maintains precarious lucidity but throw in this wavering mix the odd character of an obstetrician (the screeching Carmina Villaroel) and we begin to sense comic doom. Jac, Angelica Panganiban’s character quips “We will never run out of money but my patience is running thin!” – such astuteness because I felt similar exasperation at this point in the film. From then on, One More Try attempted to regain its footing but to no avail. It seems like the ragged patch of road hastily mapped for the film to tread is but a slippery descent to sure failure. The requisite stream of tears, rage, and furies cannot make up for a slack and slovenly narrative.

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Sparks fly between actresses Panganiban and Locsin, but the same cannot be said for the artificial chemistry between them and lead actors Dantes and the regrettably forgettable Zanjoe Marudo. Dantes glares, seduces, romps, but little can be said of his acting. Great wonder over the best performance award for a male actor, for lack of choice I guess. Marudo woos and pouts, cries and frets – the odd character in a poorly designed game. This film’s trudge to ruin is long and drawn out. No acting from its lead actresses can ever redeem it. We waver between incredulity and absurdity as arguments are thrown back and forth, the conversations between the film characters swinging like a badly wound pendulum in offkilter rhythm.

So let’s try this again and spell it out. Why can’t we have a bevy of well directed, well told films when the year closes? Surely, entertainment need not be empty and inane (we endure this kind often enough from the halls of politics all throughout the year). Movies that bank on the surface gloss of fairy tale lives are not far from midday entertainment shows – they suck the heft of life’s hardships, profit from them and deceive in cunning.

However much I turn the scenes from One More Try over in my head – from the early flashback sequence to the run of the mill ending, from that cloying end back to the formulaic beginning (such desperate straining) – there is no meat or backbone to this flagging and absurd story. What it lacks in credibility, it makes up for with the flashy trappings of an expected mainstream box office success – figures and promotions as tiresome and vexing as anything can get.

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Posted by on 04/01/2013 in Film Review

 

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Capsule Review: The Animals

Tessa Maria Guazon

The Animals (The Cinemalaya Foundation, Stained Glass Productions and Lunar Saints)

Directed by Gino Santos

A flagrant, gripping picture of indulgent, aimless youth, The Animals leaves a bitter aftertaste. Left to fend for themselves, teenagers on the verge of adulthood tackle life on their own shaky terms. Partying as if the world is to end, they careen to repulsive excess. Flighty passion and smouldering tempers lead to nowhere good. The film weaves a harrowing vision of shallow, self-absorption, one that demands equally trivial belonging. Underneath the layer of their picture-book lives boils a cantankerous sore.

Teenagers Jake, Trina, and Alex prepare for school and all else that seems mundane. The party they all looked forward to turns into an unwieldy, sinister event. True to its name Shutdown a no-holds barred party seems to have abandoned reason or restraint. Beneath the sophisticated nonchalance, they all reveal themselves children in dire need of love. Miserably drunk, spurred by booze and drugs, their uncontrollable passions lead to tragic consequence. While well put together, The Animals unleashes wave upon wave of despair but the kind that fails resolution or reflection. It ignites a fluttering fury but doesn’t entirely succeed in untangling the roots of a cruel misery.

 
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Posted by on 16/12/2012 in Film Review

 

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Capsule Review: Aparisyon

Tessa Maria Guazon

Aparisyon (Cinemalaya Foundation and Autodidact Productions)

Directed by Vincent Sandoval

Aparisyon is taut and limber- a film that marries restraint with vibrant energy. While the story is not new it is retold in superbly choreographed suspense. It is a tale where silence is moulded to become a visual motif, a trope that goads, guides, and eventually reveals. In Aparisyon silence is connivance, silence is shallow peace, it is retreat, and Sandoval fashions it in elegant, effortless complexity.

(Warning: Contains spoilers) Novice Lourdes arrives in the Adoration cloister in 1971, a year that saw spectres of oppression by the Marcos regime. Placed in the care of Sister Remy, an extern (one allowed to go out of the cloister for errands in town), Lourdes is drawn into Remy’s ever increasing preoccupation with the outside world. This happens after her elder brother, an activist from university went missing for two months. Remy is torn between vows she took as a nun and the response demanded by the “chaos of the outside world”. Returning late from a town visit, they were accosted by thugs in the forest surrounding the cloister. Lourdes was repeatedly raped.

Abiding their vow of silence, the nuns endure the uneasy peace of the convent’s suddenly guilt-burdened air. Rupture occurs soon after Lourdes births her child from the rape, and martial law was declared. After Sister Vera’s disturbing dreams and visions, the film finally reveals that Mother Superior Ruby and Sister Vera witnessed the rape but were too afraid to halt the perpetrators. Silence then is imaged as blood on their hands, the mark of Lourdes’s death from childbirth which becomes the burden of the cloister, and symptom of the regime’s grave abuses during martial law.  A

*Notable performances by Mylene Dizon and Jodi Sta. Maria / Production design and cinematography / Direction

 
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Posted by on 16/12/2012 in Film Review

 

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Capsule Review: Diablo

Tessa Maria Guazon

Diablo (Cinemalaya, Sampay Bakod Productions, Cartagina Productions)

Directed by Mes de Guzman

Diablo unleashes a spell. Exploring the anxiety and anticipation of waiting, de Guzman succeeds to paint an enduring image of motherly love. He surveys varied forms of stillness, taking us through unchanging landscapes, immersing us in the well worn routines of daily life and reliving for us enduring rituals of hope. The film ruminates on the nature of good and evil and its manifestations.

In Diablo, de Guzman finally masters fluidity missing in his other films. Well lit and beautifully shot, story and locale fuse poetically evoking metaphors of death and life, of endings and beginnings but in a manner so subdued it can be likened to the faintest movement of clouds shrouding a midday sun.

Beginning with a seemingly displaced scene of a demonic possession, we are quietly led from the depths of a cave to the vacuous interior of an old mansion, and finally to the hollow warmth of mercenary love. Narrative is patiently stitched together, segments of the story carved like niches into which perceived resolutions are effortlessly placed. We are drawn into the film because we are made to guess the fleeting shadows, the sounds the house makes, the all-seeing eye of Nana Lusing and her nightly companion, indeed whether the film is any genre that is at all familiar. This evasiveness is Diablo’s lure. A

*Notable cinematography and production design / Sound design / Direction

 
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Posted by on 16/12/2012 in Film Review

 

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Capsule Review: Jingle Lang ang Pahina

Tessa Maria Guazon

Jingle Lang ang Pahina (Film Development Council of the Philippines)

Directed by Chuck Escasa

Engaging, well-told and tightly edited, this documentary never once sagged. Interest is sustained by the careful placement of stories and accounts by musicians, writers and Jingle Magazine publishers. The chronicle of Jingle Magazine at the heart of music, protest and art is told with erudition by someone who lived and knew the 70s and 80s. Not succumbing to nostalgia, Jingle proves as multi-faceted as the magazine it revisits. Recollections are woven in measured gravitas and light-heartedness, yet the remembrance of the oppressive Marcos regime laces the narrative with menace. Having grown straddling these two very interesting decades (now retro fashion) yet quite removed from the strides and strums of Pinoy music of the period, Jingle lang ang Pahina is instructive and revives the power of art, music, poetry and criticism when they meld in harmonious promise. A

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Posted by on 16/12/2012 in Film Review

 

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Capsule Review: Pureza, The Story of Negros Sugar

Tessa Maria Guazon

Pureza, The Story of Negros Sugar (Bonfire Productions)

Directed by Jay Abello

A well-researched documentary on the history of the sugar industry in Negros Province, with interviews that span three years and which included landowners, SRA (Sugar Regulatory Administration) officials, millers, planters, farm workers and their relatives. Staid narration and chronology burden the documentary flow.

The film predicts a bleak future for sugar production and trade due to lower tariff rates imposed by AFTA regulations beginning 2015. Despite many interesting studies of the relations between sugar production and the building of empire, it fails to foreground the complex position sugar now occupies in global and neoliberal trade. It may have profited from an examination of the ecological ramifications of singular crops on large swaths of land. The film surprisingly ends on a benign, nearly disappointing tone. It begs for a more driven conclusion instead of flagging uncertainty. C

 
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Posted by on 16/12/2012 in Film Review

 

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