True to the full tide of critical acclaim from international and local reviewers for Thy Womb, the social network has been abuzz with awe. From Facebook, for instance, a raft of erudite analysis has been floating around the film's virtue as a work of art. Here are three samples:
Transformative cinema, a gem of a film...
"'Thy Womb' could've been more fortunately titled, and the pacing could've been fine-tuned here and there, but it's doubtless a great film, soaked in the inks, forms and movements of our southern islands' natural splendor on one hand, and entirely committed to the task of a closely observed life on the other, braiding both rhythms into each other, as is the way of the people whose little-known story it attempts, in its own careful and admittedly limited way, to tell. Moreover, what seemingly impedes it--the narrative oscillation, the doubleness of its vision as documentary and as drama--is revealed, in the end, to be part and parcel of its insight, as embodied in the placid greatness and numinous depth of Nora's exceptional performance: the heroism of the devoted and barren wife, her largeness of heart and self-abnegating love for her husband, is indissociable from her world, which permeates her very being, entwined as her spirit and character must be in the weft and woof her culture's ever-imperilled and resolutely enduring life. Cherished, in their innermost faith, by their gracious and compassionate God, the people of Tawi-Tawi dance in the midst of gunfire and depredation, hunger and drought, and it is very same ethos that animates the barren woman's actions, for as her own people remind her, life must be lived for others, and with hope, no matter how difficult and tight-fisted it often is. Once more, nora sears into our memory the persona she enacts into powerful art, and we cannot help but recognize, in the luminous alchemy of a face that's been softened by the rheum and chastised by the exertions of eventful age, the sadness and pain (as well as horror) of the knowledge of our own forfeited happiness, as well as the glimmerings of a stubborn joy that our own abiding faiths must urge upon us...Transformative cinema, a gem of a film. Go watch.
It's not perfect, this
film. But the flaws are forgivable. And they are even possibly necessary, to
confound its own claims to authenticity. What Mendoza succeeded in doing, by
threading Shaleha's life so unobtrusively into the fabric of this world--the oscillation I was referring to, between the dramatic and the ethnographic--is to render
inevitable her decision to be selfless: it is notable, but also entirely
possible, in this kind of life. The dignity of our people, caught between
inexorable forces (national and global), dancing through the minefield of
abject precarity, yearning towards the consolations of tradition, seeking again
and again the truth of the spirit: a story Nora tells so eloquently, using
little else than the quiet scripture of her face."-- J. Neil Garcia, U.P. professor and prize-winning author
Performing the aesthetics of patience...
"I don't really care about what people say
or think about Brillante Mendoza. I admit that I haven't seen his earlier
works, and after hearing the stories, I personally don't think I can muster the
courage to ever watch them at all. Besides, I am never a fan of blatant,
sensationalized violence.
But can I just say that 'Thy Womb' is such an
impressively subtle and beautiful film? That these days, it is just very rare
to encounter a sensitive, honest and delicate storytelling such as this one?
That Nora Aunor becomes, not simply as a mere character, but as a complete
human being before our eyes? That it is a magnificent exercise on dramaturgy
and anthropological truth, making it not only as a narrative, but also as a
well-researched documentary? That it contained such clever signs and
foreshadowings, thus proving that a story does not only run on the course of
dialogues, but continues on with the silences, the gazes, the positioning of
characters, the gestures, the rituals of the hands, the reserved expressions of
love, the meeting of the eyes.
And of course there are flaws. Art is done by
humans after all, and not by gods. And the sooner that people will finally get
this fact into their skulls, the sooner that our criticisms will become more
constructive and less nit-picky. With that said, the local audience members are
always disappointing for me. I dare say: it does not matter if you come from
the upper or middle or lower social class. If you lack an education that
emphasizes on literary inquisition, then you are left with nothing but the
sparseness and mediocracy of a literal intellect. Truly, it is quite exhausting
to cater to audiences who would rather settle for less.
But 'Thy Womb' refuses to bend. Because perhaps,
more than pleasing the shallow pleasures of our so-called civilized audience
members, it chooses to be an honest representative of the Tawi-Tawi community
instead. That it chooses a subtle and reserved filmmaking approach because
there is simply no other way--it is in parallel with the peaceful and modest
culture of our Muslim brothers and sisters.
Oh, but if only the Filipino audience member can
finally understand that patience is an aesthetic performed by no one else but
s/he. If only s/he uses this facility when encountering a film, play, prose or
poetry, then works such as Thy Womb can finally achieve its significance in
full circle.
'Thy Womb' requires one to exercise and thus, eventually, labor
one's way to beauty. Watch it when you are fully rested, and that all of your
six senses are sharp and activated. If you are willing to participate in the
task of patience, then perhaps you will experience what I had experienced: I
was hypnotized, melded, and purged with the film's details."
-- Jenny Logico-Cruz, cinephile
Elevating acting to its purest and powerful form...
"The massive weight of 'Thy Womb' has been
placed on Nora Aunor's shoulders--a tall and daunting order for any actress.
Yet she breezed through her role with aplomb and quiet dignity--making the
audience believe that she is indeed that barren midwife toiling in some faraway
island in the hope of giving joy to her husband. Nora Aunor shines because she
stayed in character throughout what must have been a grueling shooting process,
never faltering in her role as Shaleha. In the end, she gave the audience
another gift: a glimpse of her unparalleled talent as an actor. Here, Nora
elevates acting into its purest form: to not call attention to oneself, or
latch on to a "big" moment and display a fireworks of emotions. What
she did here was to get lost in the many nuances of her character and be the
flesh and blood of her director's vision. What a brave actress she is for
allowing all her faculties to be used and to inject her own passion into a most
challenging role. Not a movie for all, definitely. But a movie for those who find
magic in the seemingly mundane.
Nora Aunor's performance in 'Thy Womb' brings to mind the quiet
but powerful acting of German actor Brigitte Mira in Rainer Werner Fassbinder's
'Fear Eats The Soul.' It is about a 60-year-old cleaning lady who falls in love
with a much younger man and a black at that. Mira gave a totally absorbing
performance as she essayed the pain of discrimination in many forms. Nora's
portrayal also has the same unobtrusive beauty as Fernanda Montenegro's beautiful
acting in the Brazilian film 'Central Station' which gave her an Oscar Best
Actress nomination... She was so totally
unselfconscious, so natural and effortless in ‘Thy Womb,’ making her the frontrunner in all awards ceremonies
this year. Mahirap pantayan ang ginawa
n'ya sa ‘Thy Womb’--to convey the complexity of a woman's emotions with a
minimum of dialogue. And when she does speak, her lines are so ordinary, so
matter-of-factly that you will believe that she is, indeed, the suffering
Shaleha. The lovemaking between Shaleha and Bangas-An has got to be the most
emotionally painful cinematic coupling in the history of Philippine cinema.
Bravo La Aunor!" -- Vic Sevilla, magazine editor