People We Meet on Vacation

Insidious: The Red Door

we have to let go of this franchise man

Exit 8

you can tell this is japan’s propaganda to increase the birth rate

Posthouse

this film has so many ambitions. from the great acting, editing, and to the budget, it all seemed promising. but it’s a shame that the storytelling doesn’t fully live up to everything it sets up :(

Kisapmata

The Drama

gorgeous acting and editing but i have never wanted to smoke more after a movie wow

Raw

anong vet school to at ng maiwasan

I Saw the Devil

i dabble in asian horror and thrillers like the next degenerate film bro, but i’m still a woman first, and i could only stomach so much violence before i start assuming that anyone who considers this as peak cinema needs to watch better movies. a 3 1/2 star rating is generous, because i can’t lie to myself about being impressed with some scenes kasnskdjdn but we should really stop making violent and graphic scenes of killing women though!

Doubt

expose your local priest today

Gitling

atakeee si direk jopy lang pala makakapagbalik sa udd! medyo unexplored (and dare i say, bland) for my own liking pero hindi na rin naman bago sakin yung katahimikang nakakabingi kaya may tatlong pitik ka pa rin saken

Bar Boys

ganito yung mga pinapanood mo para ganahan ka gumawa ng thesis eh

Revelations

funnily enough, an ethology subject required us to watch this 😆 first half was doing so well. but how can a second and third act feel so dragged and rushed at the same time akshdjdjd amazing performance by ryu junyeol though!

Strange Harvest

lost me at the 3rd act

Am I OK?

i learned that i don't dislike dakota johnson, i just like her better with women!

The Tale

hbo max has led me to movies i wouldn’t watch without a gun

Interview with the Vampire

not enough lestat

MaXXXine

i love you mia goth but this made my dick soft

Spotlight

“we need the full scope. that’s the only thing that will put an end to this.” watching this made it impossible for me to redeem any faith i once had in the church, let alone the religion as a whole. sue me 😛 but the idea that a single accused priest could expose an entire cesspool of abuse, silence, and protection that was allowed to happen for decades is exactly the point. this film makes it clear that corruption will not crumble just because one of them fucked up. if anything, they’ll only grow stronger and more untouchable. and me not being aware that this had happened, despite “Manila, PH” being mentioned, along with the many countries that have been touched by this scandal says a lot that the catholic church hasn’t lost its power or influence. i love the cast. i love the work that they do. i love journalism. and i wished i had tapped into that passion a lot sooner.

In My Life

luis manzano used to ACTTTT mama

Sentimental Value

“i don’t know who i prayed to, but i said it out loud… i want a home.” y’know for a film that has a 2 hour run time, i still feel like their family dynamic has so much more to explore. the siblings, in particular. you’ll never really feel the significance of someone who was with you until the quiet moments make it impossible to ignore. alam kong may mapipiga pa tayong depth eh, eme. and maybe that’s the beauty of it? that every family can be fragile and complex without having to spell everything out. the last 30 minutes really hit home, but i wish the rest of the film carried that same weight “when she read it later, she saw that she hadn’t used the word “quarrel,” but wrote of the “noise” her parents made. but what the house disliked more than noise, was silence.” the rest of that narration made me spiral, and it hadn’t even gotten past the opening yet. because i, too, have an unbearably complicated relationship with my own childhood home. before it was torn down and renovated, it could simply be seen as this decades-old, dusty semi-chicken slaughterhouse, built by a stern and unforgiving love that had stretched across three generations of our family. every so often, i could remember it as a place of my developing years—but more often, it felt like a place shaped by a diligent yet angry man. that angry man happened to be my father (and his father 😆). but anger, like most emotions, eventually dissipates. but the sadness and guilt, though? it clings. it clings to you until you’re grown, until you realize that you don’t have to get on your knees anymore to beg for softness, to earn love, or to make yourself smaller just to keep the peace. but no matter how pristine and lavish it becomes, i will always see the tiniest cracks and hear the “noise.” because after all, it was, and still is, my first home, however imperfect it was.