There is something defiant about making a crime thriller rooted in historical reality at a time when film festivals increasingly favor escapism. Manil...
This New Year arrived with a heaviness that celebration could not erase. As fireworks lit the sky and noise filled the streets, there was an undeniabl...
I borrowed the title The Taste of Home from an essay by the late Doreen G. Fernandez that was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on December 2...
This is not a trashy film, though it is not perfect either, and it certainly cannot be dismissed as just another loud MMFF entry meant only to sell ti...
This Christmas, I found myself completely absorbed in a book I had personally purchased directly from its author, Emmanuel Lerona. “Graciano’s Dirty F...
I tried to play detective with my flu, lining up suspects like a crime scene in my own body. Was it the weather with its mood swings hotter one day, c...
For many Filipinos, Christmas is more than a date on the calendar. It is a deeply emotional season. It is a time when families try to come home, when ...
I should have already been on vacation, resting and enjoying the quiet moments of December, yet one last commitment called to me—a national writing co...
If the title alone already offends you, this column is not for you. What follows is not an invitation to voyeurism but an attempt to read sexuality as...
