Carlo J. Caparas was the director who showed us a bustling Ayala Avenue (complete with Rustans and Twin Towers) and superimposed the title “Singapore” underneath. (Victim No. 1: Delia Maga [Jesus, Pray for Us]). Yes, the National Artist for Visual Arts and Film introduced massacre as a film genre, raised the bar for movie titling with The Maggie de la Riva Story (God…Why Me?), and gave us Tasya Fantasya. Mock you will, as I did when I used to watch his films to satiate my urge for cheap laughs.

Nonetheless, my favorite ever scene from a Carlo J. Caparas film is a daring bravura setpiece of intense psychological complexity hitherto unseen in Philippine cinema – rivaling the exquisite sophistication of Ophuls or the tolerant humanism of Renoir. It was gifted to us throughThe Marita Gonzaga Rape-Slay: In God We Trust!, a deceptive “massacre movie” starring Sunshine Dizon and future Senator Jinggoy Estrada.

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