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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Monday, May 18, 2020
10:00 AM |
The Film Meme No. 24
[24th of 100]. Of all this filmmaker's celebrated filmmography, this one is my emotional favorite -- although
Fanny and Alexander [1982] is a close second and
Persona [1966] a distant third. You cannot look away from this movie: it begins with shots of nature shrouded in fog, and as we enter a bedroom where we spy on the sleeping protagonists, the camera leads us to one sleeping face, which soon wakes, and then grimaces in quiet pain. But you cannot look away. And then the drama starts, and the movie, we see, is splattered with color [especially crimson] and shot with such careful composition, all of which somehow correlate directly with the pain bursting at its seams. Three sisters and a female servant come together in a secluded but sprawling estate to provide companionship to one of the sisters who is dying from cancer -- and from their interactions come charging themes of femininity and faith, and most of all, the meaning of suffering. And yet despite the grim sound of all of that, I found the film stirring with uncanny hopefulness and humanity best encapsulated by its closing sequence: a fantastical image of the four women dressed in white, carrying parasols, enjoying the sun and the trees as spring deepens, untouched by pain. It asks to consider all of life, its delirious ups and excruciating downs, but still come away believing that, “Come what may, this is happiness. I cannot wish for anything better. Now, for a few minutes, I can experience perfection and I feel profoundly grateful to my life, which gives me so much.” This has resonated with me forever. What's the film?
For the introduction to this meme, read
here.
Labels: film
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