19. Speaking of Karma, here’s Danny Zialcita
In my limited understanding it takes lifetimes to work off one’s karma. Movies, however, only run for two hours so filmmakers have to take liberties. In Danny Zialcita’s 1981 film Karma the protagonists have the added advantage of knowing exactly who they were in their past lives, thanks to a psychiatrist (Vic Silayan) who practices regression hypnosis.
Photo: The librarian must’ve been so flustered she forgot to point out the No Smoking sign.
Eric (Ronaldo Valdez, who is smoking, and not just in the library where he researches his former incarnation) and Sarah (Vilma Santos) have already met under awful circumstances, but it turns out they’ve known each other much longer than that. In the past they were Enrico and Guada, illicit lovers murdered by Guada’s husband, Limbo. Limbo vows to follow them to the next life, but which form does he take?
Photo: Chanda Romero and Ronaldo Valdez agree to take a vacation from each other.
Is he now Enrico’s mentally unbalanced, pathologically jealous wife Cristy (Chanda Romero), or Sarah’s cruel, sadistic husband Alfredo (Tommy Abuel). It’s not a whodunnit, it’s a who-will-do-it?
Photo: This is what Tommy Abuel’s character wore around the house. Crazy.
Vilma Santos turns in another fine portrayal of emotional turmoil. Nora Aunor had the advantage of expressing volumes with her eyes; Vilma expresses with her face, hands, and entire body. Nora was inward, Vilma outward. Ronaldo Valdez gives an understated performance, coolly delivering lines like, “In love there’s no measure of time”. Tommy Abuel overacts ridiculously, even for a guy so suspicious that he has his wife examined by a gynecologist to see if she’s had sex.
Chanda Romero is fabulous. Her Cristy is a psychotic who never raises her voice; you can tell she has tranquilizers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The first time Cristy and Sarah meet is at the antique store Sarah manages at the old Virra Mall. Cristy breezes in, picks out a bunch of stuff, and announces that she doesn’t carry cash or credit cards, just send the bill to her husband. She points to another piece she buys, and Sarah says, helpfully, “That’s P9,500.” “Ok lang,” Cristy says, “Nagtanong ba ako? (Did I ask?)”
One thing about Danny Zialcita movies: his rich people looked and sounded like rich people. He made movies for sophisticated grown-ups.
If they don’t make movies like Zialcita’s anymore, it’s because people are no longer that articulate. Nobody casually tosses off bon mots anymore, everything has to be overstated for the dim. So we Zialcita fans are reduced to reciting favorite lines from his movies: “Puede bang makausap ang asawa ko na asawa mo na asawa ng buong bayan?” (May I speak to my husband who’s your husband who’s everybody’s husband?)
Must read: A 2008 profile of Danny Zialcita by the scintillating Jerome Gomez.
The Karma dvd is available at video shops and some bookstores.
January 29th, 2010 at 03:18
You don’t have to post this. J.D. Salinger is dead. http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/news/2010-01-28-salinger-obit_N.htm
January 29th, 2010 at 08:49
hi jessica,
knowing that you dig jd salinger, here’s some bad news…
J. D. Salinger, Literary Recluse, Dies at 91
via: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/29/books/29salinger.html?em
January 29th, 2010 at 09:11
Hi, Jessica. I believe you heard already. J.D. Salinger just died. I can’t help but well up. :(
January 29th, 2010 at 12:18
Hi, Jessica, completely off topic, sana malalaman ni j.d. salinger kung saan nagpupunta ang mga bibe. May he rest in peace.
January 29th, 2010 at 21:48
Ok… let me comment about the topic. Who played Vilma’s best friend in this movie? The one who told her that she shouldn’t have confessed that she’s no longer a virgin? Is it true that a man can’t tell if it’s only the second time? I think she got the best lines – she was hilarious!
January 30th, 2010 at 20:23
I would like to know where on earth can I unearth such film gems? I don’t know where to look for classic Pinoy movies and songs anymore. Desperately wanting to go back to our ‘roots’ so to speak – am just tired of these so-called artists these days when all they can turn up are either revived songs, revived movies and god knows what. And they dare to call themselves artists when they can’t even compose a decent line for a song or at the very least, a sensible movie script.