Walang Ala-ala Ang Mga Paru-Paro (Butterflies Have No Memories), 2009
I lightened up and endhanced my screenshot for this blog, but in reality the film (a Lav Diaz novelty at under an hour) is dark and almost imperceptible. I can’t say I like it, nor do I wholly get it. But what’s discernible is how its mise-en-scene (filming style, color, sound, the actors) mirror the desolation and abandonment and bleak future that Lav Diaz has chosen to put on his camera’s spotlight. I did not enjoy it, but if there’s one thing I’m learning in school it’s that some filmmakers do not want you to enjoy their films in the conventional way. I’m still trying out to figure why he cast a leggy, spider-thin halfie to be the homecoming girl.
Memory (or Nostalgia to be more specific) is a consuming b*tch. It’s a human glitch that can drive us to insanity or weakness.