My Flotsam story… (part 1 of 10)

It all started on the last hours of December 7, 2014, when I drove back from La Union with Joncy and Carla Suiza.  In fairness to Carla, she was passed out almost the whole ride down so she’s not to blame for all this craziness.

It started with a question—who is the poster child of surfing?  Jericho. There’s no other. And not being a surfer, that wasn’t obvious to me but I guess it is—you go everywhere in the country and everyone would know Jericho, Joncy said, and he’s a bonafide surfer. So that’s it.

Next question followed after an ongoing series of discussions about film and cameras every time I went up to La Union to help a friend film his surf documentary.  Joncy and I had a very familiar background, as we’re both Ilonggo’s from Bacolod.  So communication was simple and no-nonsense.  We also shared the same bluntness to things, we din’t care about what people think, and we still don’t.  That and our fascination with film and cameras, we could talk for hours-on-end and sober.

Backtrack a little, I met Mia Sebastian on a surf trip with my then surf buddy Mylene Dizon on magic left in Pundaquit, Zambales.  Mylene was then a beginner as I am very much still one now. She’s moved on to become a much much advanced surfer whereas I remained an urfer and surf enthusiast.   Anyways, Mia mentioned that she was no her way to putting up a hostel in San Juan, La Union.  I have to admit, I never got the concept in my limited knowledge about hostels and La Union.

A little over a year after, I saw Flotsam on Facebook and I  came up shortly after. The first time I went, I think I spent 2 nights, 3 days and as soon as got back in Manila, I had written 3 scripts for 3 short films all about the place. One was about waiting for the wave. Another was about making pizza and the last was about making coffee.

And I had asked Joncy if I maybe they would allow me to film my shorts at Flotsam and Joncy hopped on the idea and showed me a script he had written as well, and we would talk about how we’d film it and on and on, our conversations went from purely hypothetical to serious casting and prep work, whichever script we’d be shooting and when, we just knew that we’d be filming at Flotsam.

Back to the drive. We were at TPLEX highway and it was around 11pm and the 2nd question was asked. How much does it cost to make an independent film? I gave a number. Joncy didn’t even flinch, he knew he wanted to do a film for many many years and this was just drive (literally).

It was my birthday by midnight but I dropped them off, and went home and that was that.  A few days later, Joncy and I had coffee and he said, lets do it. Can you write it?

IMG_6126  This is my copy of the shooting script after 12 days of principal photography.

At that time, I was trying to fix another script of mine and was in the middle of a million other things and a bit exhausted from my last film Red that I begged off and said, I know someone who can—Mickeygirl Galang. And Joncy knew her even better than me so I said, I’ll talk to her and see how it goes. Joncy insisted that I write it and my commitment was I’ll get on board as long as I don’t have to do it by myself.

I knew that the film would be about. It was always Flotsam. I always cited the film Mystic Pizza whenever I explained the film to Joncy. And he’d always refer to Before Sunrise because the place was as much the main character as the characters themselves. I always knew that that was the movie I wanted to make. Not a surf film and not on surfing but people in the surftown and what happens to them when they’re not surfing.

I wrote the characters, the plot, the first act and the relationships of the pairings of characters and Mickeygirl took it to town.

I met up with Mickeygirl in Bacolod December 26th.  She passed the first draft Jan 31, on the dot, right on the deadline, just as agreed, what a pro.

Although technically Flotsam was written between December and Febuary to March, the real force behind Flotsam goes back to many many years before these dates.  Joncy had always been a film nerd and deep down he’d always wanted to make films and he has been making his own films single-handedly.

In the industry, the most common names you’ll hear from directors when asked who they idolize, follow or got the most learning or influence from are Coppola, Tarantino, Wes Anderson, Scorcese, Tornatore, Spielberg Lynch, and Woody Allen.  I just wanted to do my Nottinghill. I followed Richard Curtis.

And so Flotsam is my ode to Richard Curtis and my first step to doing my Nottinghill.

That great summer…

There are great summers and then there are summers that are just simply great, they’re unmatched. Summer of 2015 was that for me. Spent 2 solid weeks with my son Ethan. Went to middle America to interview and film icons of the cockfighting world for my up and coming documentary film The Sport of Kings and finally saw the great American countryside. Went back and did a dream film project entitled Flotsam.

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It all started April 3 as I fly to LA. Was back in Manila May 5. Shooting Flotsam by May 17-28th. On the last day of May, I come home and it feels great to be back in my own bed. I haven’t really been home in 2 months and for good reason.  Been moving around so much and to places I’ve always wanted to go to and with people that I find special.

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And then a few days of post-production meetings for Flotsam and off I go with old friends up and climbed Mt Pulag.  This trip was planned way before summer and had moved 3 times already. And finally, we all came together and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

We drove up to Baguio around 11:30pm of June 3, got to Baguio early morning, took a jeep to the jump-off point and trekked to the 2nd highest peak in the Philippines.

At the DENR station where everyone goes thru an orientation process, they sell t-shirts that says “I survived Mt. Pulag”. I didn’t get the t-shirt but I sure as hell understand what it means.

My friend Jason Moss organized this whole trip and he described the trek as “banayad” which means that it was fairly easy.  It was fairly easy, for anyone who packed light.  I was part-Strayed, part-Wild and packed a monster backpack wieghing a probable 50lbs and lugging that onto a 4-hr trek without any prior training is a painful experience. Lesson learned. But no regrets. The views were worth it, the place is magical.

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A lot of laughter and a lot of hard work too. And everything great in the middle.  Mark this…summer of 2015. What a ride!

Chicken men of the South

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I finally found my way to Alabama, Mississipi and Texas. After all these years of talking to chicken men, I go to the heart of America to find more answers… and was not disappointed at all.  The southern hospitality was strangely familiar. It is striking how similar Filipinos are to the southerners– religous, family-oriented, and very hospitable.

I can’t say much because I’ll have to let the documentary speak for itself. But the whole trip was well worth it.

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Some photos speak volumes. This is one of them. Probably the most important photo there will ever be in the American cockfighting story. And this is what I flew to Alabama and drove to Mississipi for–this photograph (taken at Johnny Jumper’s home).

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Yosemite: back to basics…

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When I was 10 years old, my dad took us to this magical place called Yosemite. It was for me one of the highlights of my childhood.  We slept in a tent made of canvass and I remember hearing then seeing a racoon outside our tent and for me, it was like seeing a Lion, an exotic wild animal not found in my country.

30 years later, I was 40 and my son Ethan was 10, I went back and life came full circle.  This was my 3rd visit and the place still works, like it was my first time.  Still the same awe. Still the same feeling of wonder and gratitude. The place always makes me feel thankful, humble and alive. It is my… happy place.

Ethan grew up being my most important subject in photography. It reached a point that he hated being shot and he wanted to also shoot. And he did. And he was good.  That’s him lying on the ground framing for the shot he has in his head.  And I never taught him that.

When I asked him what he wanted to be, many times he’d say he wanted to be a photographer.  Ofcourse he was a kid and I knew that that was just my influence, and although I think he’d make a good photographer, he’d also make a good doctor or filmmaker or yoga instructor or what-have-you, who knows and I support him in whatever he chooses, except drug dealing and being a politician.

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I promised him I’d give him his own camera when he turned 12. I did. And he’s been an on and off hobbyist and he’s got the chops, I have to say. I know I’m biased but for the record, he does. I’ll let him share his own photos at his own time. But here’s the proud father shooting his talented Ethan.

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DP Reel Jan 2015

Here are films I’ve worked on a a cinematographer.  I enjoyed doing each film here and I’m grateful for the directors I collaborated with. Being a cinematographer is something I enjoy tremendously.  And it is always what I look forward to each year–to be able to light for a feature film for a director and help them tell their story.

Note: Please watch on highest setting (HD)

 

 

Emilio Sr.

 

He would have been 109 yrs old today. Ambassador Emilio Abello Sr.  I remember him as a smoker. I remember him always gathering people together, especially our family.  We were always together because of him. And you notice it because when we passed away, the gatherings were always a way to honor him. And they faded away. The gatherer was gone.

I believe I’ve never seen him in shorts or in jeans. He was always dapper in his suits or in his pajamas with leather slippers.  I will never forget how my Dad explained his growing up years when I asked him how Lolo was. He explained it this way:  you could do what you want, stay up all night, he didn’t care…as long as you were there for lunch.

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People always ask me why my name is Emilio VI but my nickname is Jay.  Well, this is the first time I will publish this.  My mom’s chosen name for me was Jaime Jose. And my nickname was going to be Jay.  On the day I was born, the rapists of Maggie Dela Riva were either convicted or sentenced…on that same day and it was big news at that time. And one of them had the same name as what my mom chose for me. So she dropped those names and hung on to my nickname.  And my mom picked my 2 grandfathers names–Emilio and Edgardo.

I’ve never introduced myself as Emilio my whole life up until 2006 when I lived in Chicago. And I actually loved it. People were calling me Emilio there.  But here in the Philipines, people call me Jay.

I have very clear memories of my lolo. And it was only always in the periphery because he was always surrounded by people..family or other big men. Yes, they were all giants as I was a little boy from the province in Manila.  He was what I would call a bigshot.  He had 2 bodyguards and I remember them. And I would interview them about their gun. That to me was fascinating. Why would he have a bodyguard when he was a kind kind man was very intriguing for a child? He and my grandmother loved going to church and the grocery.

I actually got that habit from him. I love going to Unimart because of my lolo. It’s a me-time I always trace back to him.

My lolo was a great man may sound cliche but not this one. He was a great man. I only understand the word statesman because of him. They are a dying breed nowadays.  I think I’ve always wanted to do great things because of him.

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There she stands majestic against the ominous clouds…

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The chicken print.

Interesting enough– growing up, I remember 4 artworks in the house– 4 paintings. 2 small ones and 2 big ones.  The other 3 were ordinary landscape impressionistic paintings. they were nice and easy to understand. A very Filipino seascape and sunset silhouette and 2 European cities by the water, small ones, they looked like watercolor but they were not, they were paint. The 4th one was always a super weird almost Picasso type– especially when you were a kid.  But that was a long time ago when were were growing up in the farm town of Isabela.

When I worked the farm after college back in 1995, the 3 paintings were still there except for this 4th one. I haven’t seen it since I was a kid.

Then just this Christmas, I saw it. It was hanging in my Dad’s house. The frame was already dilapidated but the painting held on. It was a weird cockfighting painting.

And this would probably be the artwork that has influenced me the most–if I were to recall, that painting always made me curious because of the style.

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Note:  So I asked my father where he got this and he just replied that this was in fact a print (19/25) by the father of printed media before. His name was Tolentino. And this was in the late 1960’s.

 

 

The Sport of Kings (documentary film)

It is the documentary I’ve been dying to make and have been trying to get off the ground for many years.  And now we’re in production and it’s very exciting.  I grew up around gamefowl breeders all my life but I’m not a chicken man. I am going inside this world with the eyes of an amateur, I know very little about this world. And so far, it’s fascinating to say the least.

Formerly known as Blood in the Gallera, this documentary is slated to be released end of 2015.

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The World Slasher Cup 2015 at the Araneta Coliseum. This is the 3rd World Slasher Cup we’ve shot since we started with this film. It it just gets more exciting and bigger each time.

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Candelaria 2015.  From the way the 2 most prestigious derbies have been desrcibed to me, in my own words, the Worls Slasher Cup is the Academy Awards and the Candelaria is the Cannes of cockfighting.

RED wins best screenplay award in Cinemaone!

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