nakakita ka na ba ng isang makatang umiiyak? o baka makata lamang na patagong humihikbi sa pag-ukit ng kaniyang sarili gamit ang mga letra upang makabuo ng mga salitang hinihiyaw ng puot at sakit? sa panulat at mga papel na maalingawngaw, bungangang mas tahimik pa sa pandinig ng isang bingi. minsan, nakakatulong din ang mga salita—isang panitik, at isang salinan—ang manahimik at mag-ingay sa’yong silid-sulatan.

bilang isang makata, nasubukan mo na bang maubusan ng mga sasabihin? o pinili mo ring manahimik at walang gawin? tulad ni doc at hendrix?

nasubukan mo na bang mamatay? ang maging isang bilanggo lamang at magmukmok sa sarili mong isipan. ’yung tipong punong-puno ka ng mga salita ngunit pinapatay ito isa-isa ng mga nakaraan mong puro pagsisisi.

***“wala akong kwenta. wala akong nagawa.”
***ang maramdaman na nawalan ng silbi ang ’yong pagiging makata, dahil minsan din pala kahit marami kang maidadada, kung pinili mong manahimik at walang gawin, para ka na rin isa sa mga nakapatay.

PUTANGINA NG MGA PULIS.
PUTANGINA NG MGA PULIS NA LAWBREAKER.
PUTANGINA NG MGA RAPISTS.
PUTANGINA MO MARCOS.

mahal na mahal ko ang tula at pagsusulat, pati rin ang mga nag-r-rap battle at hip-hop. pero tang ina lang sa part na grabe karakter ng mga kababaihan dito. bakit palaging naaapi? parang binababoy lang.

hindi ko alam kung nagustuhan ko ba ’tong film na ’to o hindi. ang raming nangyari. o baka ganito lang talaga sa pinas? ganito talaga sa kalye? puno ng krimen at pagmamalupit ng kapulisan. TANGINANG PANGULO ’TO.

nakakita ka na ba ng isang makatang umiiyak? o baka makata lamang na patagong humihikbi sa pag-ukit ng kaniyang sarili gamit ang mga letra upang makabuo ng mga salitang hinihiyaw ng puot at sakit? sa panulat at mga papel na maalingawngaw, bungangang mas tahimik pa sa pandinig ng isang bingi. minsan, nakakatulong din ang mga salita—isang panitik, at isang salinan—ang manahimik at mag-ingay sa’yong silid-sulatan.

bilang isang makata, nasubukan mo na bang maubusan ng mga sasabihin? o pinili mo ring manahimik at walang gawin? tulad ni doc at hendrix?

nasubukan mo na bang mamatay? ang maging isang bilanggo lamang at magmukmok sa sarili mong isipan. ’yung tipong punong-puno ka ng mga salita ngunit pinapatay ito isa-isa ng mga nakaraan mong puro pagsisisi.

***“wala akong kwenta. wala akong nagawa.”
***ang maramdaman na nawalan ng silbi ang ’yong pagiging makata, dahil minsan din pala kahit marami kang maidadada, kung pinili mong manahimik at walang gawin, para ka na rin isa sa mga nakapatay.

PUTANGINA NG MGA PULIS.
PUTANGINA NG MGA PULIS NA LAWBREAKER.
PUTANGINA NG MGA RAPISTS.
PUTANGINA MO MARCOS.

mahal na mahal ko ang tula at pagsusulat, pati rin ang mga nag-r-rap battle at hip-hop. pero tang ina lang sa part na grabe karakter ng mga kababaihan dito. bakit palaging naaapi? parang binababoy lang.

hindi ko alam kung nagustuhan ko ba ’tong film na ’to o hindi. ang raming nangyari. o baka ganito lang talaga sa pinas? ganito talaga sa kalye? puno ng krimen at pagmamalupit ng kapulisan. TANGINANG PANGULO ’TO.

wala nanamang nagawa ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

qpal talaga mga pulis.

wala nanamang nagawa ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

qpal talaga mga pulis.

I was intrigued where the film was going until that rape scene. Wtf was the point of the rape scene? It didnt even go anywhere and the entire plot literally stagnated after that. All it did was get Doc to talk about his wife’s rape as well. And then nothing. The last act was awful. The tokhangs were expected but they did it in the worst possible and dumbest way??? Literally had the character be a corrupt cop and used neither of the real life examples of drive by shooters being revealed to be cops or cops literally shooting people in “legitimate” operations. Instead they made him raid the home OUT OF UNIFORM and then proceed to chase them with a gun IN PUBLIC. What the fuck?

What was the point of the parallelism between flip top and poetry if they were going to completely abandon it in the final act?

Heard so many good things about this movie but this was genuinely so upsetting when it reached that final act.

I was intrigued where the film was going until that rape scene. Wtf was the point of the rape scene? It didnt even go anywhere and the entire plot literally stagnated after that. All it did was get Doc to talk about his wife’s rape as well. And then nothing. The last act was awful. The tokhangs were expected but they did it in the worst possible and dumbest way??? Literally had the character be a corrupt cop and used neither of the real life examples of drive by shooters being revealed to be cops or cops literally shooting people in “legitimate” operations. Instead they made him raid the home OUT OF UNIFORM and then proceed to chase them with a gun IN PUBLIC. What the fuck?

What was the point of the parallelism between flip top and poetry if they were going to completely abandon it in the final act?

Heard so many good things about this movie but this was genuinely so upsetting when it reached that final act.

This is one of the best versions of old school vs. new, traditional vs. unconventional, and old fashion vs. trend. The story is beyond my expectations, and there is so much depth a single film could do. Director Monteras did an excellent job of setting the plot in a relevant societal context of the Philippines (that is, the war on drugs) but not making it the film's point. It's a coming-of-age story where the characters were not rich and privileged but were caught in a life of poverty, where hope was a pipe dream.

This film was multifaceted but isn't complex. There was a political aspect but did not involve itself in further discussion. It used the bloody history of Marcos' Regime without being political, in a sense.

The acting was on point. Abra embodied the character, which, in a way, resonates with what he is in real life. Chai, oh my god, this woman is phenomenal. She played a supporting character, but she shines as much as Abra in this film. 

The tone of this film is dark, and I have never moved so much.

This is one of the best versions of old school vs. new, traditional vs. unconventional, and old fashion vs. trend. The story is beyond my expectations, and there is so much depth a single film could do. Director Monteras did an excellent job of setting the plot in a relevant societal context of the Philippines (that is, the war on drugs) but not making it the film's point. It's a coming-of-age story where the characters were not rich and privileged but were caught in a life of poverty, where hope was a pipe dream.

This film was multifaceted but isn't complex. There was a political aspect but did not involve itself in further discussion. It used the bloody history of Marcos' Regime without being political, in a sense.

The acting was on point. Abra embodied the character, which, in a way, resonates with what he is in real life. Chai, oh my god, this woman is phenomenal. She played a supporting character, but she shines as much as Abra in this film. 

The tone of this film is dark, and I have never moved so much.