Silip (Elwood Perez, 1985)
Those who know Japanese film are most likely familiar with pinku, or "pinky violence", the odd Japanese film subculture that combines the hardboiled crime film and the softcore erotica genre. (Gate of Flesh, reviewed elsewhere in this issue, is one of the best-known early pinkies.) Filipino filmmakers, caught in a combination of awe at the success of pinku films in Japan and stress at working in a repressive regime, developed bomba, a Filipino version of the pinky. Silip is by far the best-known bomba film outside the Philippines. For the most part, this is because the movie is likely to cause its hapless viewer to sit there staring at the screen, drooling and shaking, and every once in a while shouting "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" at the top of his lungs. Silip is what would happen if Alejandro Jodorowsky tried to make a porn film. Or, alternately, what would happen if the Dark Brothers teamed up with Ruggero Deodato to film Let Me Tell Ya 'bout Cannibal Chicks. (I rush to add, after making those comparisons, that Ron Jeremy does not appear anywhere in this film.)
Bomba queens Maria Isabel Lopez (a former Miss Philippines who bears more than a passing resemblance to Jessica Alba) and Sarsi Emmanuelle star here as childhood friends gone very separate ways. Emmanuelle plays Selda, who went off to the big city and has become a party girl, while Lopez is Tonya, who stayed, became a religious fanatic, and now preaches a decidedly anti-male message to the villagers, after coming to believe that all men are devils. She believes this because she got dumped by Simon (Mark Joseph), the town's most eligible bachelor. The fact that he's married doesn't stop him from behaving like it, anyway. Things go along in the village as normal, with Tonya preaching and Simon servicing, until Selda comes back into town with her rich American boyfriend. The two womens' personalities, which have grown so different, clash until events bring the two of them together. (Once you see the movie, you'll understand the deep, deep irony inherent in that phrase.)
I should warn you right off the bat that Silip is not a movie for the faint of heart in any way. If it's possible for something to offend your sensibilities, this movie most likely contains it somewhere. The film opens with Simon butchering an ox over the protestations of the village's children (the area is locked in a drought, and the villagers need to eat). Depending on how you feel about such things, the butchering of the ox is actually one of the tamer of the film's controversial scenes. Tonya's anti-male harangues are in no way hypocritical, and she practices what she preaches, including mortification of a shocking and memorable type; the climax of the film contains a scene that makes Gaspar Noe's infamous "extreme" rape in Irreversible look like child's play; the religious are sure to be offended (if they aren't by everything else) as the film's intentionally flip resolution (which traces right back to that oppressive regime I mentioned in the first paragraph). And that's just a few examples; this is a difficult movie to watch. That said, for a slapdash, low-budget movie (bomba films are, in technical terms, far closer to American porn than Japanese pinkies, which are sometimes directed by big names and have lavish budgets; again, viz. the aforementioned Gate of Flesh), it's astoundingly well-made. The constant Jodorowsky comparisons are warranted not only on the dadaist nature of the progression of events and the weird images, but also in what Elwood Perez managed to do with a bunch of non-professional actors and a few thousand dollars. Almost no one involved with this movie had any production credits at all; even the four principals (Emmanuelle, Lopez, Joseph, and Myra Manibog, playig a young village girl who's in love with Simon) were acting in, at most, their third movies. That amateurism does surface in some cases, but that almost gives the film more of a cinema verite feel than most bargain-basement films have (and that, of course, makes everything that happens all the more disturbing). The cinematography, even on the faded third-generation print that seems to have been the master for the recent DVD release, is gorgeous; even Philippine deserts are something to behold. (Who knew the Philippines even had deserts?)
I've seen a number of bad reviews of this film by people who seem to have somehow gotten the idea this is a lesbian porn film. And yeah, I'll grant you, if you're looking for Deep Inside Sarsi Emmanuelle, you're going to have to look elsewhere. This flick covers a whole lot of genres-- drama, avant-garde, black comedy, sexploitation, a smattering of horror, and maybe a half-dozen others-- but it's certainly not a porn film. Caveat emptor. If you know what you're getting, it's very hard to look away from the screen, even though you will almost certainly want to quite often. *** ½