I think I was successfully seduced by the concept of this film because of my Heneral Luna and Honor Thy Father feelings. I was carefully excited for the experience, aware that more than the cost of the ticket (P500 in Glorietta, twice the price of a regular two-hour flick), the bigger gamble was the opportunity cost of my time and energy. A whole work day’s worth of time and energy, to be precise.
After eight hours and two 20-minute breaks in between, I came out of the theater with sore limbs and a mind that felt like it was instructed to run a distance it wasn’t quite ready for. Did I think the film was worth it? Yes. Do I fully understand why? Not yet. Maybe I never will. Maybe that’s the magic of that film.
I try to articulate more of my thoughts and feelings below:
