Bored because no travel selfies from me.

“Jade, are you okay?” my friend asked me while we were touring the BenCab Museum. “You’re not taking photos. Are you bored?”

I assured him I was not. And I really wasn’t.

From the BenCab Museum.

It was the first time I traveled with these particular friends. It’s said that you learn a lot from each other by traveling together, and I think I learned more about them during the few days we stayed in Baguio. I think we’ve become better friends because of it.

But it is interesting how incessant photography has become so ingrained in our experience that not taking travel photos can be seen as an oddity, a sign of boredom.

There were several reasons why I opt not to take a lot of photos while in the museum. The first one being I’ve already been there before. I had already taken some photos from that place previously and that the first view exhibits we saw were exhibits I had seen before.

The second time seeing them gave me the opportunity to appreciate the art works without the need to immediately document them. I could stand and look at the Cordilleran statuettes, see their texture and the shadows, feel the craftsmanship in a way that I cannot experience when looking at the flat images.

From the BenCab Museum. From the BenCab Museum. From the BenCab Museum.

And that was my second reason: In our hurry to photograph everything (or ourselves next to everything), we probably don’t take enough time to appreciate what we are looking at. It is a little ironic how we are quick to share what we see to our friends and to the world but we hardly take time to even look at these things as more than subjects of our photos.

There was a time when I, too, would quickly draw my phone to take photos whenever I go to a new place. I still do that sometimes. But then, I thought about why I travel and why I take those photos. It’s about the experience, my experience, and how I would like to share that to others. Simply pointing my camera and firing away does not allow me to experience anything and when I look back at those photos, I could not connect to them anymore.

The last reason why I wasn’t taking photos in the BenCab Museum was because I was remembering the last time I was there, and who I was with. I was withdrawn and quiet, and my friend thought I was bored. Baguio in general, and that museum in particular, holds a lot of fond memories for me. I was a little sad.

From the BenCab Museum.

Putukan at poetic shit: A review of Lorna.

There was this wonderful trick in the first sequence of Sigrid Andrea Bernardo’s Lorna: It essentially summarized the story we were about it watch, but one will only realize it once the movie finishes. It also introduced the recurring metaphor for love used in the film. Bullets fired from guns were the modern-day Love arrows, and they left a bloody mess where they struck.

Lorna (2014) poster

Lorna was the story of one woman’s quest for love and the many men in her life: the ex-husband who left her, a foreign boyfriend, a returning old flame, and a charmer who pops up every so often. She was occasionally accompanied by two long-time friends, her son from her ex-husband, and a very randy housecat. The film had an impressive cast of actors, with Shamaine Buencamino as a very effective lead actress. Maria Isabel Lopez and Raquel Villavicencio were her two best friends; Ms. Lopez totally deserved her Best Supporting Actress win for playing the hilarious Elvie. Felix Roco was adorable as Lorna’s emocore son. Juan Rodrigo was refreshing as the guy with embarrassingly corny pick-up lines. Angel Aquino had a short, but scene-stealing appearance. And, of course, there was Lav Diaz.

Tangina, I love Lav Diaz.

Sigrid Bernardo is one of the probably few feminist filmmakers working right now, and Lorna had strong feminist themes. The beauty of it is how one won’t notice it at first; the feminism does not get in the way of entertainment. Lorna, just like her previous work, looked into the many facets of women’s lives, making them fully fleshed-out characters with histories and motivation. The roles women took for themselves were discussed, and the ideas of motherhood and womanhood examined through witty banter (typical of Sigrid’s screenplays) that combines heavy musings with humor. One of the few directors to consistently do so, Sigrid candidly presented women’s sexuality as a natural part of their being, not merely as a subject for jokes or titillation.

Sigrid is also a queer filmmaker. Unlike her previous film, however, Lorna was not about a gay character. There is a very minor queer subplot, although it might be one of the weaker aspects of the story. It felt underwritten and was explained as how a person might “change” which seems to send a message that sexual attraction is a choice. One of my main criticisms for the film were the inclusion of these intriguing plot points (another one was the backstory of Raquel Villavicencio’s character) which were not addressed in depth, making them feel like missed opportunities.

Another thing I can’t quite swallow is believing that Shamaine Buencamino (who is 49 years old) et al are a bunch of sixty-year old folks. This was perhaps lampshaded in the movie when Angel Aquino admitted within the story that she is supposedly fifty (fifty!) years old, but was told that she does not look fifty at all.

The movie had a delicious ending sequence where the character of Lorna, steaming while reading a romance novel in her favorite restaurant table, was surrounded by several couples making out. One of those couples were a pair of men (“Ano ba yan, puro mga bading,” exclaimed a man sitting behind us), the first to be shown. The whole sequence was played for comedy, but the inclusion of a gay couple in that shot was a subtle but strong statement on how love does not care for a person’s age nor gender.