So, I’m back to reviewing films again for Juice. Now that I’m practically a working screenwriter and part of the industry, it isn’t really a good idea for me to be reviewing Filipino films as it might be considered unethical. I’m now part of the industry and some of these people might be friends and anything I will say will be taken against them, myself, or not deem me credible. But since I’m not part of the international film community; I did just write one little film, it is safe to say, I’m still writing reviews for foreign films.
And thank goodness too, because I love what I do.
So, when the Metro Manila Film Festival ended (thank God), I went to see what was showing and I saw 47 Ronin.
And I wrote my review for Juice which came out and you can read it here: 47 Ronin: Looks Japanese, Tastes Like Hollywood.
This review is very personal to me because of my love for everything Japanese. I didn’t think that this film captured Japanese culture at all. It was like the wild, wild, west but the majority of the actors were Japanese and they all wore kimonos and carried a katana. It is so disappointing for me because I love Japanese culture. They didn’t get it right at all. They didn’t even try. It was straight-up Hollywood and everyone was acting all western in their mannerisms and sensibilities.
I expected more from Keanu, to be honest. Sad, very sad.