Nomadland

Waiting for your menstruation to come can mean, for the most part, enduring that icky feeling down there. Like something’s on its way and you can literally feel it... but then it just doesn’t come. That’s exactly how I feel right now. I was supposed to get my period by the end of June. It’s already July, and still, nothing.

I’ve been going through all sorts of insanity and painful cramps this week, like my uterus is mocking me. Cramping as if I’m already bleeding. The familiar tangle of something in my abdomen has been killing me for days, and I just want to get it over with. This stage of the menstrual cycle is the worst. It’s not just gross, it also comes with this weird, inexplicable disgust at my own body. And don’t even get me started on how emotional I’ve been. I AM GETTING SO EMOTIONAL.

So, after pausing it for days, I finally decided to continue watching Nomadland.

On a normal day, I probably would’ve called it just another melancholic, slow-moving film. But today is not a normal day. My abdomen hurts. I’m not even sure if it’s cramps or just hunger. I woke up groggy from a girls’ night out, and there was nothing left to eat. I spent most of the early afternoon turning the house upside down, trying to clean and organize everything. I was tired... and famished... or maybe just period-ing.

After a not-so-satisfying lunch, I lay down and hit play on Nomadland.

Honestly, the film as a whole isn’t really a tearjerker. It’s flat in some places, kind of boring, maybe even forgettable. But when Dave decided to leave his nomadic life to be with his son, Fern was left alone. Then it hit me. They were never together anyway. Just two people living in RVs. Houseless, not homeless — Fern once said that to a girl. I remember.

And when Dave left, we saw Fern in her quiet moments. She was eating alone in some deserted fast food place, sitting by herself in a near-empty arcade, standing beside a life-sized dinosaur model. And weirdly, I saw myself in her. That’s when the tears started.

I imagined myself older. Face wrinkled. Maybe with shorter hair, because that’s apparently the universal haircut when you reach a certain age. I wondered if I’d even live that long. People tell me I’m still young, that there’s a whole life ahead of me. But during moments like this, I can’t help but picture a future that makes me feel... lonely. Not excited. Just afraid.

Afraid of losing things — my youth and all its what-ifs, the people who shaped me, the places that felt like home. Pino. I can’t even imagine what life would be like without him.

And truthfully, I don’t think I have a life yet. Every day I regret not being bold enough to explore the world. I’m afraid to love because I’m terrified of what I could lose.

Watching Fern at 61, alone, got me thinking. What if that’s me? Would I still enjoy eating alone in public? Would I still feel like myself, even when no one else notices that I was once a 26-year-old who wandered around malls on weekends?

Would I still watch movies alone if my eyesight’s worse and I can barely hear what’s happening?

Would I still come home to Pino? Will he still be there, wagging his tail like mad, standing on two legs just to reach my face? Would my parents still be home? Would they still nod at me when I enter the door?

What about my sisters? They’ll always be two and six years younger than me. Would they already be married, living somewhere else, and watching their own lives unfold while occasionally thinking about our younger days?

And Pino… oh, Pino. I don’t know how I’d ever be ready to say goodbye. I think you’ll be my first real heartbreak, but I also know you’ll always be my greatest love.

These are the thoughts I had while watching Nomadland.

What are we supposed to do when the people and things we love have to go?

This isn’t a typical film review. It’s more like a messy reflection. Despite not loving the film, it still managed to dig deep and pull something out of me.

Nomadland is quiet, melancholic. On a usual day, I’d probably stick with it, maybe complain a little, but I’d finish it. That’s what I like about slow films anyway. They give your mind space to drift. You can zone out and not feel guilty. You don’t need to give your whole attention. It waits for you to return, like a gentle tap on the shoulder.

Getting old is scary. But what’s scarier is watching the things you love slowly disappear. How do you keep going, knowing that time will take them, one by one, right in front of you?

I saw it happen to my grandmother. Time slowly took her — her fire, her memory, her warmth. The warmth that once scared us as kids, but also made us feel so loved. And then one day, she was just… gone.

Once we grow older, do we stop dreaming?

Fern, at 61, hadn’t figured out her life yet. Is that okay? Or should that scare me? Or maybe that’s just what life is. An endless puzzle. A mystery we’re not meant to solve. Just something we keep exploring. Maybe the questions aren’t even there for answers. Maybe they’re just there to keep us moving, convincing us that there’s something to figure out.

Anyway, I think I’ve started to ramble. Never mind.

This is my blog after all. My little corner for nonsense and whateverish.

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I'll Come Back to You: A Not-So Review of Green Bones

Since I had nothing else to do after my Wink appointment, I had already decided a few days earlier that I would go to the cinema. I read that the Metro Manila Film Festival had extended the showing of some selected films until the 14th of January, and I didn’t want to miss this last chance to catch at least one entry from the lineup.

Out of all the entries, I chose to watch Green Bones.

A few days ago, I came across some Instagram reels showing both lead actors taking home major acting awards. On top of that, the film itself won the most-coveted award: Best Picture. Honestly, I hadn’t even heard of Green Bones until I saw those reels—and if it weren’t for the awards they received, I probably wouldn’t have been interested in watching it in the cinema. I’m not really familiar with GMA Films. I’ve kind of been brainwashed by the media into thinking their movies aren’t that great. So if you asked me to name one, I couldn’t. I grew up watching films under Star Cinema. I do know all the actors, especially the leads, from their drama roles, but I’ve never really seen them as the kind of performers who could completely pull you in with their acting.

I was initially planning to watch The Uninvited because of the hype I saw on Twitter. The trailer boasted a star-studded cast: Vilma Santos, Aga Muhlach, and Nadine Lustre. And knowing these actors, they usually pick quality films. But I lost interest when I found out that it didn’t even make it to the Top 4 Best Picture awardees—it only won Best Float, which has nothing to do with the actual film.

My next choice was The Kingdom, mainly because I was intrigued by the unexpected pairing of Piolo Pascual and Vic Sotto. I was impressed that Vic Sotto was making a comeback to the MMFF, this time stepping away from his usual fantasy-comedy niche. 

But when I made the conscious effort to check out some Reddit reviews about Green Bones, I was convinced. The majority said it deserved all the awards it won—the actors were a revelation, the film was absolutely worth watching, and GMA Films is finally starting to make a name for itself. People said it was the kind of film that could finally rival Star Cinema and that it bravely tackled the deeply messed-up social justice system in the country. That was it for me—I knew this would be my pick.

Green Bones is the first film I watched in the cinema this year—and it was worth it.

Coming into it, I let go of all my expectations. I pushed aside all the reviews I had read on Reddit. I wanted to come in with a clean slate so I could experience it as it was, without anyone else’s influence. I let my feelings lead the way, to put it simply.

All throughout the film, one line stuck with me—even from the onset of the story:

"I’ll come back to you."

A line I believe became the central theme of the film. It anchored the lives of the characters, as we slowly realized that life isn’t just black and white.

"I’ll come back to you."

Words that many thought were a threat—but as the story unraveled, we saw it was actually a pledge. And in the end, they became someone’s final words.

I'll Come Back to You: The Threat

The movie opened bleakly, with heavy rain pouring down, dimming the sleeping narrows of Manila’s pavements. In the distance, the blaring siren of a police car echoed through the deep night, as the screen was soon graced by the escaping feet of a man they called Crazy Dom. He stood on a bridge, facing the void ahead, earnestly communicating through hand signs. When translated into words, they revealed a brief yet haunting phrase: Babalikan ko kayo!—I’ll come back to you. A phrase the police immediately interpreted as a threat—for catching him and putting him behind bars.

No one knew exactly when he would come back. That’s why the police remained wary of him, always on guard, thinking Crazy Dom was just waiting for the right moment to strike back.

Then the film shifted to the present, told through the voice of a young and passionate prison officer, Xavier Gonzaga, as he set foot in the penal colony of San Fabian—an open-air facility housing inmates charged with unimaginable crimes. It was there that Crazy Dom had been exiled, and where the two would finally meet.

The flashback prologue, at least for me, was a strong hook. From the very start, I was drawn in. Like Xavier, I found myself asking: What happened to Crazy Dom that he turned mute? Was he really threatening the police? Did he really murder his sister?

Did he really murder his sister?—this question probably struck Xavier the hardest. He, too, had a sister who was murdered. That loss became his driving force to become a prison officer, and it led him to San Fabian, especially upon learning of the impending release of Crazy Dom—the man who, according to records, had murdered his own sister.

The first part of the film was told through Xavier’s narration, so the story was framed through his perspective. And that perspective was heavily shaped by the crime reports, by rumors he'd grown up hearing, and by his own grief and trauma. Having lost a sister he loved deeply, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Dom had the supposed audacity to take the life of his own.

I understood why Xavier became so emotional whenever Dom was around—but at times, it felt like he was too intense, to the point that he lost sight of his duty as a prison officer. Throughout this part of the film, his eyes were locked on Dom, watching his every move, always on edge, just waiting for a slip-up. He was desperate to find any evidence—anything powerful enough to revoke the release Dom had long been awaiting. A release that Xavier was determined to block, convinced Dom didn’t deserve it.

But everything soon began to change when he met Betty.

I'll Come Back to You: The Pledge

Here—at the same time as Xavier—we learn that the phrase “I’ll come back to you” was never a threat, not to the police or anyone else. It was actually a lifelong promise Dom made to his niece, Ruth—his late sister’s daughter.

By this point, the narration shifts to Dom’s perspective. We finally hear his side of the story, uncover the truth about the past, and begin to see the inner conflict building in Xavier as he realizes that his hatred toward Dom was unfounded. It was all the result of a broken justice system. Dom wasn’t a criminal. He didn’t kill his sister. He was a victim—one who had been wrongly accused and labeled the murderer.

To be honest, I already had a feeling from the beginning that Dom didn’t kill his sister. Realistically speaking, he's the main character—and usually in stories like this, when the protagonist ends up in prison, it turns out they were blamed for a crime they didn’t commit. They end up spending most of their life behind bars, paying for something they never did. So, the “reveal” in this part wasn’t exactly shocking or unexpected.

However, I still appreciated the way certain details from the past unfolded—especially those shared through Dom and Betty’s narration. There were moments I hadn’t anticipated, and those small surprises helped deepen the emotional weight of the story.

One detail that really stuck with me was that it was Ruth—his sister’s daughter—who taught Dom sign language.

That night, when the police found Dom on the bridge and assumed he was making a threat, he was actually making a vow to Ruth and Betty. They were somewhere nearby, hiding—afraid that Ruth’s father would find her. So Dom entrusted Ruth to Betty for her safety, making that promise with his hands: “I’ll come back to you.”

I'll Come Back to You: The Last Words

The flow of the film, at this point, honestly dipped a little for me because of how some scenes were handled, especially by the main characters. To be real, I was a bit disappointed with how Xavier seemed totally lost after finding out the truth about Dom. Of course, I felt a boost of excitement seeing them finally working together, going up against what Jonathan Cruz and Juanito Velasquez stood for. But it just felt kind of off to see Xavier get overshadowed during the fire scene. Like… where did all his police training go? Suddenly, it was Dom taking charge and leading the rescue while Xavier just stood there watching. That part didn’t sit well with me.

I also started to wonder if the sense of camaraderie in this fictional penal colony in San Fabian was being portrayed a little too idealistically. We were only shown its good side. It would’ve been more believable if the film also showed us other parts of prison life—the kind of inmates there, what they went through, where they came from, and how they ended up behind bars. I get that the focus was on Dom and his small circle, and that wasn’t bad at all, but I think it could’ve added more depth if we also saw the raw side of prison life, not just the injustice of the system.

Still, I really liked how things unfolded towards the end—especially the big reveal about Juanito Velasquez, the head of the colony. That twist worked well. It showed how the people we expect to serve justice can actually be the ones distorting it, especially when the victims are those without a voice, or worse, those who’ve been silenced—literally or figuratively.

In the end, I’d say the film gave us a satisfying wrap-up. I even found the last scene kind of witty. When Xavier visited Dom’s grave, he didn’t find the green bone he thought would be there. Instead, he found a crispy 100-peso bill buried in the soil. I think what that moment was trying to say is, it doesn't matter if someone’s bones are green or not. That’s never been a real measure of whether they were good or bad. The fact that it turned out to be money just added to the irony. And maybe that’s the point—life is full of irony, and sometimes, even in death, we still don't get the clear answers we think we deserve.

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Lost in Starlight

Nothing beats the feeling of starting a movie randomly on a day you least expected to watch, and yet to finish it with a bursting and uncontrollable happy buzz.

Although it wasn’t exactly random, I had been anticipating this movie after coincidentally finding it on the app while browsing for a new set of movies to add to my watchlist. From the trailer, I immediately downloaded an offline copy of it, only to find out upon watching that it hadn’t been released yet—it was only the trailer that I had saved to my library.

I didn’t know exactly how long I had waited for it to be available, but when I checked again last Sunday, the full movie was already out.

Then came Monday. The whole day seemed undecided on whether it would rain or shine, so both happened almost alternately throughout the day. I had just finished my daily practice on Duolingo for my Japanese language lessons, and I wasn’t particularly in the mood to take my usual after-work nap.

“Lost in Starlight!,” I suddenly exclaimed under my breath.

It was actually my first time watching an animated Korean film—if Solo Leveling doesn’t count. I had absolutely no expectations going into it. All I knew was that the voice actors were Kim Tae-Ri and Hong Kyung. That was enough to spark my curiosity. I remembered skimming the synopsis when I watched the trailer, but by the time I sat down to watch it, I had completely forgotten what it was about. Looking back, I think that worked in my favor. There’s a unique kind of joy in discovering something with a blank slate, without any idea of what you’re about to experience. It reminded me of the first time I watched Before Sunrise. I had stumbled upon it years ago while Googling “the greatest films of all time to watch before you die.” It was on one of those lists. I didn’t know anything about it, didn’t even bother reading the plot summary. I just trusted my instincts and pressed play.

Two hours later, I was still in front of the screen—completely moved. I had watched it in low quality on Facebook, but I didn’t care. I was heartbroken by how the story ended, not because it was tragic, but because it was so real. And yet, underneath all that, I felt euphoric. It was the first time I had ever truly loved a movie.

I felt like I had fallen in love—either right at that moment, or during the entire time I was watching it. I couldn’t even place the happiness I felt. It was something I had discovered on my own, without any recommendations or hype, and that made it even more special. I savored every scene, every piece of dialogue. I was stunned that a film—so simple, so stripped-down—could affect me so deeply. No dramatic twists, no flashy visuals. Just two people talking, a story that flowed naturally, moving steadily forward. And I loved every second of it.

And I felt this too after watching Lost in Starlight. I might sound hyperbolic—and I know I am—right now, riding the peak of that post-movie high. This film might not even be that good for others, but I'm speaking from the moment, and I want to capture that here in this blog. I want to document how great this film feels to me, despite the fact there are loads of animated romance films out there I could find and watch.

I’m telling you, it’s been ages since I last felt that “kilig” feeling—that tingling, sensational buzz you get from a romantic film. The last movie that really did that for me was Before Sunrise. After that? I honestly can’t remember if anything else ever hit the same way. And now here I am, gushing over the hopeless romantic vibe of this animated film.

Let me start with the animation. It reminds me of those cyberpunk-style images I see on Pinterest whenever I’m hunting for a new desktop wallpaper. It’s funky, 4K-ish, and has a touch of Spiderverse visuals—but with a Japanese anime twist. It’s not clumsy, where a character looks off when viewed from another angle. It’s polished, kinda dreamy, and clearly futuristic, which makes sense since it’s a romantic sci-fi film. The colors are bursting like a comic book, again giving me Spiderverse vibes. This film is legit high quality—and honestly, every shot looks like it’s made to be screenshot.

The story is definitely not new. When we talk about sci-fi, there are myriads of films—mostly Western—that come to mind. The first one I thought of was Interstellar. It was actually in the back of my mind while I was watching this. So the challenge, or at least what I had in mind early on, was: how could Lost in Starlight be different? What new thing could it offer that would make it stand out and have its own identity? Or would it just be another sci-fi-ish film trying to give yet another perspective on what life might be like in the future and the never-ending expedition into outer space?

To be honest, I actually liked how the film stayed grounded and didn’t get too ambitious in that part. Right from the start, it was clear they weren’t aiming for a full-on sci-fi plot with heavy jargon, random equations, or Einstein name-drops. It wasn’t like that at all. I’d say it’s more of a romantic film than a sci-fi one. The sci-fi elements are just in the background. So if you're expecting something like Interstellar but animated, this isn’t it. But if you’re in the mood to feel butterflies in your stomach, then this one’s for you.

I was seriously blushing while watching them—from start to end.

It didn’t even feel like they were animated. I saw them as real people. The gestures, the expressions, the little movements—it all felt real.

One scene that made me swoon was that night when they had to grab another Coke. They stopped somewhere, rested a bit, and just chitchatted. Nan-young asked Jay about his lifelong passion for music, and Jay said he was waiting for it to come back to him. Nan-young, listening intently, started moving her fingers like tiny footsteps—step by step, inching closer to his elbow resting on the railing. Then she said, “It’s coming back now to you.” Their tipsy faces, especially Jay’s—he was already blushing from her gestures—blushed even more. It was so subtle but it hit me hard.

There were actually several swoon-worthy moments throughout the film that I could talk about—but I’ll keep them to myself so I don’t spoil anything for anyone.

The story was set in 2066, which is about four decades from now. That made me pause and wonder: will I still be alive by then? If so, I’d be around 67 years old. Not too old, right?

What really stood out to me was how far technology had come in their world. There was an airborne public vehicle with a transparent body, and a wristwatch that looked way more advanced than anything we have now. I don’t even remember seeing anyone with a phone in their hand. It made me curious—what will happen to gadgets like our phones after a few more decades? Will they vanish completely, replaced by something we can’t even imagine yet?

One thing that fascinated me was their camera. It could summon the person you were calling, almost like they were there with you—invisible, but able to move around freely and see everything around you in 360 degrees. It felt both magical and slightly eerie.

These were just a few of the thoughts and observations I had while watching.

And then... came the OSTs! Don’t even get me started on those.

Obviously, music plays a big role in this movie, especially since Jay is a musician. I think that one scene where Nan-young played a demo song she accidentally found on Clouds—without knowing it was Jay’s—really marked the moment he realized he was doomed for her. Of all the people in the world, the chances were so slim, and yet the girl he happened to bump into while out on a delivery turned out to be the same person who had downloaded his song just minutes before he deleted it. And it wasn’t just any song—it was Nan-young’s favorite. Small world, right?

I haven’t listened to the full playlist yet. It’s not available on Spotify or even YouTube. Strangely, though, it is on Instagram. I found “Bon Voyage” when I tried adding music to a picture I posted. 

I couldn’t stop talking about how this movie made me feel. Right after watching it, I opened my Letterboxd app, gave it a glimmering 5 stars, and added it to my liked movies without a second thought.

One thing I allow myself when rating a movie is to go with how it made me feel. I don’t try to be too strict or overly objective. I don’t want to judge a film only by its structure, deeper themes, or the technical standards that supposedly make a film “great.” If it moves me, that’s enough.

It honestly makes me feel giddy whenever I find a movie that hits just right. It lifts my mood, makes my day, and even inspires me to write things like this.

Lost in Starlight is a well-made film—and truly impressive for South Korea’s first animated feature. Animation isn’t something the Korean industry is widely known for (yet), but I can see the ambition and heart behind this project. It’s the kind of movie you’ll want to share with your friends—which I already did.

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