Heremias travels from town to town with a group of merchants selling wares from his ox-cart until he decides his life can no longer satisfy him and decides to strike out on his own. Along his travels a typhoon forces him to take shelter on the outskirts of a village whereupon he soon finds himself entangled in the corrupt affairs of the town officials after tragedy befalls him when he takes shelter in an abandoned house. This nine-hour drama is the first part in the story of Heremias.
A high modernist epic about a family of farmers living for 15 years under a state of siege during the Marcos era. In one plot thread, a family member is hired to kill real-life filmmaker Lino Brocka; to study his target, he’s given a tape of THE LOST BROCKA, a film directed by Diaz’s BATANG WEST SIDE documentarist and moral catalyst Taga Timog, but is so moved by Brocka and his vision of his country that he is unable to go through with it—and is stabbed. In a single, soul-wrenching, mesmerizing take, a long bleeding stumble to his last breath becomes an awe-inspiring testament to the idea that the power of cinema belongs to the people. That such sentiments are evoked in a work which maybe only a handful of people will see is only a surface contradiction. It’s a labor of love made from the passing of time and echoes reverberating faintly across history’s vast plains.