Kinatay ★★★★

Something has to be said about the mastery in this film, in giving a sense of plunge in depths of hell, something Mendoza devised in service of well divided screenplay and camera work. It's obvious that its miserabilist contemplation is part French New Extreme-esque, part cultural socio-critique of Filipino criminology, but it works essentially in utilizing sound design shrieking to scare. Not to mention the innocence Martin evoked, or how the lighting literally plays death before Lopez's character. This film caused too much sensation after and Ebert declaration as the worst Cannes comp. film ever. But let's not forget he hated Blue Velvet too much that he became his own jeer. B+