Lav Diaz's Norte, Hangganan ng Kasaysayan is arguably Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, into which is woven select threads of recent Filipino history (i.e. the Marcos dictatorship); his latest, Hele sa Hiwagang Hapis (A Lullaby to the Sorrowful Mystery), is for all intents and purposes a conflation of Jose Rizal's El Filibusterismo with the 1896 Filipino Revolution.
And of course since Dostoevsky is a far more famous writer (with a far tonier literary cac het ) than Rizal ever was outside of the Philippines, and Marcos a more recent (and hence easier to recall) historical phenomenon than Spain's colonial influence, critics I suppose ha ve decided to instigate a bac klash on the filmmaker, and wrote their articles accordingly.
Some of the more common complaints: it's long and self-indulgent ; its period detail is full of inaccuracies; it lacks the humor of earlier Diaz; it's dialogue-heavy especially during the first three hours, with much of the dialogue devoted to explaining obscure bits of Philippine history, presumably for the foreign festival viewer.
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The nature of the first charge is puzzling; far as I can see nearly all of Lav's later films are self-indulgently long. H e's managed to make a film justify its length maybe twice: with the five-hour Batang West Side, and with the almost compact four-hour Norte; otherwise his ambition has consistently outpaced his abilities and I submit that's part of his appeal-- that he's constantly overreaching, trying for something few have done before (when I hear this or that film described as being practically perfect a voice in my head adds: because it didn't push the envelope hard enough). Lav's equally long Melancholiais mentioned in at least two articles as being better ( hence absolving the reviewer of the charge of being anti-length) ; why that film and not this? Why not Heremias, which clicks in at nine hours, or Ebolusyon, at eleven? Would they have been happier if this was an exact copy of Melancholia, with a dash of contemporary politics to make the whole go down easier ?
The second accusation is harder to refute: incandescent lights, an aluminum tripod, printed shirts impossible for that time period (though printed textiles have been around since the 12th century ). It's also not a little nitpicky (was Godard held accountable for the freshly rented look of Emily Bronte's and Saint-Just's costumes in Weekend?) .
Lack of humor is perhaps the most mystifying charge of all. Quiroga's women (the gloriously chichi Melo Esguerra, Bianca Balbuena, Moira Lee) walking down a street with kaftans billowing a mile behind them; Simoun (Piolo Pascual) and the Kapitan Heneral (Bart Guingona) lobbing insults at each other over an opium pipe; a tikbalang (a mythical horselike creature, played with high glee by Bernardo Bernardo) leading a manhuntuselessly round a tree . From where I sat there's plenty funny in this film; w as Lav meant to tailor the humor somehow--simplify it, make it more palatable--to foreign critics?
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Hele Sa Hiwagang Hapis (a Lullaby To The Sorrowful Mystery)
As for dialogue--a Lav Diaz character is rarely if ever silent (Florentina Hubaldo and Heremias being the rare exceptions); if you talk to the filmmaker himself he's an erudite, eloquent raconteur. Admittedly any attempt to write dialogue with a period flavor--particularly the florid style of expression of the colonial period Filipino--is going to end up clumsy at best (Eddie Romero managed itsomehow; can't think of anyone else). Admittedly there's an overwhelming amount of context to deliver to the audience, even to the Filipino viewer familiar with both revolt and Rizal's novel; Lav delivers the material as quickly and as directly, if not always successfully, as he can, on the budget allowed (roughly P12 million or US$258, 000--large for a Diaz production, but barely enough to cover the catering cost of a Hollywood extravaganza) . Does the pace pick up only after the third hour? I submit it picks up after the second, with the first appearance of the tikbalangs, and doesn't really slow down thereafter--that Lav does know what he's doing (more or less) and we're just impatient with this umpteenth attempt at attention span stretching (an alternative, as Lavrepeatedly puts it, to the standard-issue consumer-friendly 120- minute movie) .
It's beautifully shot, in old-fashioned 4:3 ratio (the as film scholar David Bordwell puts it body-friendly, human-sized ratio), with noirish / German Expressionist / Filipino komiks lighting, easily the best-looking film the filmmaker has done to date. Diaz (w ith Larry Manda as cinematographer) streams in light to pool in dark corners ; he aims spotlights straight at the camera, illuminating half a face while plunging the other in shadow. Shooting in Las Casas Filipinas (a resort of old houses transferred brick by brick from their original locations) in Bagac, Bataan, he manages to evoke everything from Parisian insouciance (the low sweeping bridges--with a well-endowed stone horse standing on hind legs !) to Venetian decay (the shallow canals), only set in 19th century Colonial Manila, the eerily empty cobblestone streets recallingthe deserted dystopian-future Manila Lav once proposed in Hesus Rebolusyo naryo (2002).
Lav describes the film as following four narrative strands; I prefer to see the film as three layers , one encapsulating the other. The first and inmost is Gregor ia de Jesus' (Hazel Orencio) search for her revolutionary husband Andres Bonifacio's body ; the second hasEl Filibusterismo characters Isagani (John Lloyd Cruz) and Simoun's (Paolo Pascual) trekkinginto the Filipino forest; the last has three tikbalangs (Bernardo Bernardo, Cherie Gil, Angel Aquino) involved in a plot to hide (and later recover) the legendary Bernardo Carpio (unseen in the film).
A Reflection On The Film Hele Sa Hiwagang Hapis — Stories From The Barrio
Strangely the fictional are aware of the historical and not the other way around--Gregori a focuses on her search with a laser intensity bordering on the insane, and makes no mention of the El Fili folk; Isagani and Simoun on the other hand are aware of Bonifacio's revolt and keep tabs with and occasionally comment on its progress; the tikbalangs of course stand above it all, chortling and whinnying at the foolishness of these mortals. You imagine it would be more natural for the real-life people tohave read Rizal's books--p ossibly Diaz didn't want to stray too far off the historical record; or possibly he conceived of the fictional characters as transitional figures, with a foot in the real world, another in the metaphysical.
The characters are incurable storytellers; they insist on reciting place, names, dates, events (Hule (Susan Africa) at one point repeats the date October 31, 1896 twice, this being the day her people in Nasugbu, Batangas were massacred; at another point a farmer tells of an amulet he bought, meant to protect him from bullets--when his friends rise to face the Spaniards, he carefully notes that they' re shot to death like chickens ) . Diaz's characters are also Dostoevskeian in that they constantly expound and discussand try to make sense of the tumultuous events swirling about them (it helps to have either alcohol or opium at hand--Diaz's (if not necessarily Dostoevsky's) people are funnier and more loquacious when high) .
At one point Simoun and Isagani fall into debate. P oet Isagani belittles art's usefulness; Mephistophelean Simoun-- the last person you'd imagine capable of appreciating culture -- chides him for being hasty. Artist versus anarchist, virtuous versus villain, taking up the opposite position; critics often citethis passage as being an especially hoary discussion on the relevance of art.
Huwag Mo Kong Iwan,
The occasions when their storylines cross (in the beginning, when Rizal's execution sparks the revolution and drives Isagani's best friend Basilio (Sid Lucero) to seek out and assassinate Simoun ; in the middle when a farmer tells Isagani I saw Bonifacio killed; and near the end when all the characters gather for a dreamlike/nightmare feast thrown by the Colorum sect (a sect that believes Rizal will rise from the dead, and Bernardo Carpio will return to crush the Spaniards))--at these junctures Diaz shows us how history intermingles with mythology, bleeds into each other (Rizal--writer, polymath, provocateur--becomes the promised Christ; Simoun, possible inspiration for Bonifacio's revolution, is Rizal's darker side, and perhaps Lav's as well), and how all this arise from the need to tell stories (even the tikbalangs have their own truths and fictions to tell).
Strictly speculating here, but Lav may have been inspired by Gerardo de Leon's masterfully Gothic adaptation of Rizal's novel to shoot the film in classic noir style. He may have taken his cue from Mario O'Hara's Ang Paglilitis ni Andres Bonifacio (The Trial of Andres Bonifacio) to post mythological creatures on the sidelines, prancing and commenting on the action (O'Hara's film may have also helped kick off the recent trend in features about Bonifacio and his archrival, Emilio Aguinaldo). From O'Hara'sPangarap ng Puso (Demons, 2000 ) Lav may have borrowed the idea thatpoetry is an expression of our deepest emotions, mythologya manifestation of our darkest impulses; from O'Hara's Sisa (1999) and Gerardo de Leon's earlier version he may have borrowed the idea that where historical record or fiction fall short imagination might carry the day--giving us, for example, the confrontation between Gregoria de Jesus and Cesaria Bellarmino (Alessandra de Rossi) that we have
Strangely the fictional are aware of the historical and not the other way around--Gregori a focuses on her search with a laser intensity bordering on the insane, and makes no mention of the El Fili folk; Isagani and Simoun on the other hand are aware of Bonifacio's revolt and keep tabs with and occasionally comment on its progress; the tikbalangs of course stand above it all, chortling and whinnying at the foolishness of these mortals. You imagine it would be more natural for the real-life people tohave read Rizal's books--p ossibly Diaz didn't want to stray too far off the historical record; or possibly he conceived of the fictional characters as transitional figures, with a foot in the real world, another in the metaphysical.
The characters are incurable storytellers; they insist on reciting place, names, dates, events (Hule (Susan Africa) at one point repeats the date October 31, 1896 twice, this being the day her people in Nasugbu, Batangas were massacred; at another point a farmer tells of an amulet he bought, meant to protect him from bullets--when his friends rise to face the Spaniards, he carefully notes that they' re shot to death like chickens ) . Diaz's characters are also Dostoevskeian in that they constantly expound and discussand try to make sense of the tumultuous events swirling about them (it helps to have either alcohol or opium at hand--Diaz's (if not necessarily Dostoevsky's) people are funnier and more loquacious when high) .
At one point Simoun and Isagani fall into debate. P oet Isagani belittles art's usefulness; Mephistophelean Simoun-- the last person you'd imagine capable of appreciating culture -- chides him for being hasty. Artist versus anarchist, virtuous versus villain, taking up the opposite position; critics often citethis passage as being an especially hoary discussion on the relevance of art.
Huwag Mo Kong Iwan,
The occasions when their storylines cross (in the beginning, when Rizal's execution sparks the revolution and drives Isagani's best friend Basilio (Sid Lucero) to seek out and assassinate Simoun ; in the middle when a farmer tells Isagani I saw Bonifacio killed; and near the end when all the characters gather for a dreamlike/nightmare feast thrown by the Colorum sect (a sect that believes Rizal will rise from the dead, and Bernardo Carpio will return to crush the Spaniards))--at these junctures Diaz shows us how history intermingles with mythology, bleeds into each other (Rizal--writer, polymath, provocateur--becomes the promised Christ; Simoun, possible inspiration for Bonifacio's revolution, is Rizal's darker side, and perhaps Lav's as well), and how all this arise from the need to tell stories (even the tikbalangs have their own truths and fictions to tell).
Strictly speculating here, but Lav may have been inspired by Gerardo de Leon's masterfully Gothic adaptation of Rizal's novel to shoot the film in classic noir style. He may have taken his cue from Mario O'Hara's Ang Paglilitis ni Andres Bonifacio (The Trial of Andres Bonifacio) to post mythological creatures on the sidelines, prancing and commenting on the action (O'Hara's film may have also helped kick off the recent trend in features about Bonifacio and his archrival, Emilio Aguinaldo). From O'Hara'sPangarap ng Puso (Demons, 2000 ) Lav may have borrowed the idea thatpoetry is an expression of our deepest emotions, mythologya manifestation of our darkest impulses; from O'Hara's Sisa (1999) and Gerardo de Leon's earlier version he may have borrowed the idea that where historical record or fiction fall short imagination might carry the day--giving us, for example, the confrontation between Gregoria de Jesus and Cesaria Bellarmino (Alessandra de Rossi) that we have