At your Serbis. Nayda (Jaclyn Jose) watches another world go buy bye. To porn with poverty
By John Esther
In stark, dark, and no bark contrast to the golden showering of Oscar narratives shining brightly from the glittering saintly screens of a Los Angeles’ sin-i-(per)plex(ity) the Pineda family of the Philippines squat through the sludge, slum, spew and sperm of their softcore movie house without ruminations, righteousness or reward at film’s end.
Residents of the softcore movie house (and, lest we forget, the movie itself), the Pineda family is lead by Nanay Flor (Gina Pareno) a matriarch scorned by her bigamist husband who she plans to defeat as a matter of overdue course in court after meeting with the judge who has assured her victory. (What went on at the meeting between Nanay and judge sparks the suspicious imagination.) Nanay’s daughter, Nayda (Jaclyn Jose), who runs the token booth and canteen, married Lando (Julio Diaz) out of a loveless cultural habit, but secretly fancy’s a family’s member.
Nanay’s adopted daughter, Jewel (Roxanne Jordan), whose takes elocutionary tips from the outdated sex films, also helps out in front while Nanay’s nephews, Alan (Coco Martin) and Ronald (Kristopher King), work and play hardcore behind the scenes and flickering screens.
Over the span of a long day sojourning into hard night, director Brillante Ma. Mendoza (Slingshot) moves up and down/in and out/over and threw stairways of the various lower halves – economics (poverty), biological (sex), cinematic (porn), etc. -- of this working class family because that is all they get. Stuck in a modus vivendi of muck, primitive urges, theft and work, there is no time for this laboring family to find time any head culture (beyond fellatio). Besides, why give yourself another ulcer? Far more authentic than any other film about poverty currently playing in suburban malls, Serbis (Service) is an authentic, grimy, boils-on-the-butt portrayal of an underclass underrepresented in cinema -- of those too poor for televisions, game shows and a movie ticket toward any revolutionary road. There are no narratives about retrieving childhood loves, hard work and belief in a system do not payoff, and the good, stupid poor guy does not dive into a glorious finale. The trickle down effect filters filth, fury and fatalism to the bottom.








































