Mateo Ilagan

Eight minutes to sell a world where the storm is a person who visits, and it does it with about four effects shots and a great deal of nerve. The flooded ground floor is real water and real furniture and you can tell. Whatever this becomes, somebody should find him the money for it.

Cut to the road, not to the beat, which is the harder choice and the right one. Every time you think it is about to drop into a montage it stays with a face instead. Also the film is fourteen minutes and feels like six, and I mean that as the compliment it is.

The premise is a driver who takes requests and the joy is that nobody in the jeepney agrees about anything. Fourteen minutes, maybe nine songs, all of them coming out of something you can see, all of them fighting the engine. The mix ducks the music under the road noise instead of over it, so you lean in. I have not smiled that hard at a film in a year.