Directed and Written by Jim Libiran
First you think - - - City of God. Then you think - - - Tondo always had dibs. Late's better than never, then, and same might go for Jim Libiran's newfound career. Outdone by the upshots of vim and trickery City of God indulged in but not by the bang-on acting of non-pros, Tribu instead rubs itself raw in feral grit and builds up this primeval vigor - - - artless, graceless - - -that pumps blood into its pulse, not least when it lingers on its incessantly fascinating sociologies - - - the gangstas' home lives, the initiation rites, the breaks into freestyle . It does work more as anthropology , getting a little gangly and droning when it rewires itself as melodrama, faltering partly from brief lapses into gangsta soap cliche in its pursuit of poeticizing its milieu and partly out of trying too hard to tell us nothing we don't already know - - - inner city life is a culture of violence and a culture of poverty and a culture of boredom- - - and partly out of churning anticipation for a volcanic climax that's a no-show. The last, knee-weakening shot doesn't want for attack, though.