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12.29.2011

THE LAST HORROR SHOW

Shake Rattle & Roll 13
Directed by Richard Somes, Jerrold Tarog and Chris Martinez
Written by Richard Somes and Aloy Adlawan, Maribel Ilag and Jerrold Tarog and Roselle Monteverde-Teo, Jerry Gracio








Part of the fun, and the frustration, in watching a studio tent-pole taken over, in the loosest sense, by someone outside its rank and file of yes men hacks is second-guessing where the auteur ends and the studio head begins. That’s three times the fun, and the frustration, when it comes to what is being roundly exalted as the last of the Shake Rattle And Roll milking cows, 13.

Restraint is not exactly a prominent facet of Chris Martinez’ aesthetic. And it gets tough to tease him from the grim J-Horror slow burn (or slow damp, if you will) of his episode, Rain Rain Go Away.  It gets tougher when his muse Eugene Domingo reins in all her funny, too. But this may be the most cohesive of all three, and the one with the least signs of interference. Using the collateral damage of Ondoy as narrative grist, there's a dreadful resonance to everything that unintentionally gains a meta eeriness from having this come out in the fresh wake of a similar catastrophe. This languid gloom with which we get to the reveal makes up for how we can see where it's going almost from the get-go.

Richard Somes is really the one with the most vivid auteurist imprint, if only because it’s more immediate and visual. His Tamawo is anorexic, falters in the telling, and takes its time to finish, but there’s an energy unique to him at work here, a feral, pulpy vigor. Returned to the familiar terrain of his aswang inversion Yanggaw, with some of its supple expressionistic sexiness, as well as that mixture of the brutish and the maudlin that leavens his sense of drama and takes getting used to, you can tell it’s the knotty dynamics of the fractured family that he’d rather tap into, but settles for a siege film in which Maricar Reyes is a young mother whose ramshackle house in the jungle is surrounded by monsters. She also happens to be blind. And it’s a trope that Richard gets to exploit brilliantly once, in a scene that is hands down the highlight of the whole film.

Creepier still, and possibly more terrifying than water ghosts and albino monsters, in real life as it is here, is the ferocity of riled-up estrogen. This is what Jerrold Tarog buttresses Parola with. It does bear some of the strain from all the shape-shifting the script was likely made to undergo, apparent not least from how the eponymous haunted lighthouse has become incidental to the point of extraneous, buckling here and there from its multiple tiers of subtext lacking enough running time to layer cohesively. But it gets palpably malevolent when it reverts to its high school setting, and Kathryn Bernardo and Louise De Los Reyes get to play out their protracted supernatural catfight, with all that heightened and pent-up spite and malice and venom that leak out when best friends turn archenemies. Voodoo plus hormones, yeah. That’s not only a log line for a tween horror movie, that’s also the quintessence of what it’s like to be a girl.


*Originally published in Lagarista as The Last Horror Show

3 comments:

Yadu Karu said...

nice :)

Visual Velocity said...

SRRIII traumatized me like hell. I need one more week to recover.

dodo dayao said...

I liked it fine myself. But I actually get it when people tell me they don't.

There's supposed to be a longer feature-length cut of Tamawo, which confirms what I felt watching it, that it was truncated. Hoping I get to see it.