Taking jokes seriously does not only make one a party pooper who shall be ignored, but also a killjoy (KJ)…
Author Archives: TILDE ACUNA
During times such as these when interconnectivity through the web coerces individuals to respond in real time and intrudes spaces…
New year, new crises. Plummeting prices, degrading quality of life. But most citizen-consumers feel happy, it seems. The Philippines allegedly…
The series of “previews” (part translation, part summary, part review as noted in the last three column articles) shall end…
Its illustrator, writer, letterer, layout artist, and other members of the creative team seem to have had no formal training; but we should take caution in imposing the standards we have learned in institutions.
Writer’s note: From now, until the end of the year, I shall write about articles originally written in Filipino, share…
From now, until the end of the year, I shall write in English about articles originally written in Filipino, share thoughts regarding their respective contexts, and discuss related themes . Part translation, part summary, part review, I hope these previews pique the curiosity of the readers about the essays and their ongoing conversations with other texts that challenge national narratives and preconceived notions on Philippine literature, art and culture.
Named after the city that also got its name from the so-called Father of Philippine National Language, QCinema helped in the production of films with anti-colonial undertones and with characters speaking in languages of the regions. Preceding the historical setting of all the other films, Balangiga: Howling Wilderness happens in the Samar of the early 1900s, telling the journey toward Quinapundan that starts with the boy Kulas, his Lolo (grandfather), their carabao Melchora and their pullet Salvi.
Contrary to the default assumption articulated by thankful voice-over phantoms prior cinema screenings, I do not consider myself a movie patron, due to my moderate attention to the local scene. Binge-watching through a film festival has not been my usual practice, as an irregular viewer of no film or two every other Cinemalaya.
Post-PUV-modernization, I suggest a museum for tourists that shall be called Phased-out Utility Vehicles Museum, or maybe Public Utility Transportation and Automobile Monument. Why flatten and weigh rusty scrap metals out of all jeepneys, when some topnotch models can preserve culture, evoke sentiment and turn feelings for the fallen icon into cash?
