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Give Up Tomorrow
What the Cynic in Me Expected: I honestly had no expectations for this.
What Actually Happened: A true crime docu that stabs at the heart of the ailing Philippine justice system. A must watch.
I vaguely remember the Chiong Murder Case back in the nineties. Two sisters in Cebu were kidnapped, raped then killed by a number of unknown men. In the face of sheer public indignation, the police rounded up a number of suspects, among them Paco Larranaga. I remember seeing his face as he was being led to the court. I remember the cheap dramatization of the case with Nino Mulach as Larranaga.
I thought back then that he was guilty. But seeing this film made me realize that the world doesn't paint things as black and white as we see in the media.
Covering the years between his arrest, his trial and imprisonment, Give Up Tomorrow weaves a tale of corruption and injustice like a yarn spun straight out of Kafka's The Trial. In the face of intense negative public and media attention, and powerful backers on the side of the prosecution, this man and six others are sentenced to life in prison for their role in a crime they may not have committed. Interspersed are segments by the media regarding the case, some offering an objective viewpoint; others, not so much, most memorably Teddy Locsin Jr's advice to the convicted not to drop the soap.
Appeal after appeal comes, but the verdict is the same. During the trial, evidence that clearly exonerates the accused is dismissed; dubious testimony from others is considered set in stone. In the screening for this film, you can feel the indignation from the audience from every single wrongdoing that occurs.
This is no mere miscarriage of justice, it is an abortion, blades spinning, carving up and destroying the lives of these men who have not gained the chance at due process. One, on the other hand, could argue that maybe some of them did do the crime. But this film shows that it was never proven the proper way.
The film's title comes from an interview from Larranaga who has more or less accepted his fate to be imprisoned for a very long time (this was after he was sentenced to death, with a repeal of the death penalty reducing his sentence). He talks about living his everyday life for today, deciding that if he'd give up, he'd rather do so tomorrow.
Although screened in many film festivals abroad, this is the first time the film has ever been screened in the Philippines. This film needs to be seen by people, everywhere. And perhaps we can see this film not just as something that can help in the reopening of this case, but also a way to see how rotten our justice system has become. The scary thing about it? This can happen to anyone. Even you and me.
spewed out of the mind of John T/hfolkner at 1:22 AM
By Katrina Stuart Santiago July 26, 2012 6:01pm On the evening of July 16, 1997, Paco Larrañaga was having drinks with his classmates from culinary school after a full day of exams. He went home at 2 AM and was back in school at 8 AM on July 17, for more exams. The teacher who proctors the tests swears that Paco was present in that classroom, his classmates are witness to his attendance – in school and for drinks the night before, official school records prove his presence, too. Paco was in Manila, and nowhere else, on July 16 and July 17, 1997. I insist on beginning this story this way, not because “Give Up Tomorrow” has successfully swayed me into believing that Paco’s innocent. This documentary’s power in fact is that it wasn’t out to sway anyone into believing anything, as it could and will only bring you to the point of disbelief, that slowly moves towards the territory of dismay, and then into that space that you know to be anger. Interwoven with a whole lot of shame, and plenty of sadness, here is a documentary that can only be heart-wrenching, not because it might bring you to tears, but because it will tug at both emotion and rationality, heart and common sense. Because this is also the story of Marijoy and Jackie Chiong, sisters who disappeared on July 16, 1997 in Cebu, and who are still only represented by one body found murdered and raped and left in a ditch, which wasn’t identified beyond reasonable doubt to be either of the two girls. In 1997, it was enough that their mother believed this body to be one of her daughters. Since 1997, we’ve believed Mrs. Chiong. And I say we, in as much as it is us, as a collective, that is created by media into the most agreeable of publics. As with Hubert Webb, much of what I remember about Paco is his stereotype: the rich kid, mestizo to put it kindly, conyo to speak derogatorily, a reputation for fistfights, ultimately the bad boy your parents warned you about. There was no reason to think otherwise of Paco in 1997, and media certainly didn’t push us to ask questions, nor to demand for better answers. You remember this as you sit through the first half of “Give Up Tomorrow” and its thoroughly researched, succinctly written narration of events, that intersperses the side of Paco and his family with what exactly was coming out in the newspapers and on TV. The latter as counterpoint is of course a stand in itself, where the media as the “other side” of this narrative can only be a statement on how and why things turned out the way it has: that is, with Paco convicted with six others, first with two life sentences, and then with death. That is because the media saw the bad boy stereotype and sold it to us as the truth behind, if not the premise of, this story of crime. Certainly this was the state of media in 1997, in a grand display of gross sensationalism and absolutely biased reportage that I’m sure every media personality would want to deny they were doing. And yet, any of them would be hard put to explain it away in the face of this documentary. You watch this docu’s re-narration of the perspectives and opinions in news articles and talks shows of the Chiong case, and you cannot but cringe: at the high-waist jeans of Teddy Boy Locsin, and the fact that he and every other media personality on television would introduce Paco as the rich bad boy finally caught, yes, including news reports. And let us not forget the words “scion” and “delinquent” in the papers; let us not forget painting him as the conyo with a Spanish father. “Give Up Tomorrow” reminds us not just that we watched the media take a stereotype and run with it, we also believed it so much, we failed to listen to anyone or see anything else. Not the witnesses who were allowed to speak in court, not those who couldn’t because the judge decided there were just too many of them. We didn’t care that there were photos that proved – that proved – that Paco was in Manila, drinking with friends on those days that the prosecution was saying he must have been in Cebu. We didn’t think anything was wrong with having a reenactment of the Chiong sisters’ disappearance, as narrated by the star witness who came out of nowhere, and having this air as if fact on TV while the case was on trial. We didn’t care to wonder whether that star witness was tortured to say what he did, or why he disappeared soon enough. We couldn’t see the wrong in that photograph of Paco that they kept using in the papers, a head shot that had him in an almost scowl, a choice that couldn’t have been innocent at all. We didn’t hear, we weren’t listening, when Paco himself admitted – he admitted – that he is a bad boy, but that doesn’t change the fact that he was in Manila on the night the Chiong sisters disappeared in Cebu. You realize that even as this story was carried to sensationalist lengths then and until Paco and six others were found guilty, we didn’t hear, media didn’t give us the chance to hear, those witnesses, all of Paco’s classmates and teachers, those who saw him at the bar in Manila, on the night the girls disappeared in Cebu. More recently, we barely heard about the United Nations Human Rights Council or the Fair Trials International petitions to the Philippines to declare a mistrial in Paco’s case. I guess it’s no surprise: when you’re responsible for having painted this one boy the criminal, how do you respond without backtracking on your own culpability? How do you report on the hundreds of thousands of signatures that have been gathered in Spain, to save Paco from lethal injection? How do you even begin to tell this story in the present, without having to admit your own mistakes, your own irresponsibility, in talking about and reporting on what happened in 1997? The sad and shameful answer, is that you don’t. And as such “Give Up Tomorrow” reminds us how this form of the documentary, independent as it can be and can possibly come, still might be the most powerful film genre for impoverished and unjust Philippines, with the corruption and violence and fear we live with everyday. Research is what a documentary has going for it, and in this case, it is information we have long forgotten, if not consciously silenced, that is its weapon. It’s a weapon it wields because it is all it has, but it is also a much stronger weapon because this documentary uses it like a blunt knife, one that cuts coldly through the skin, slowly but with certainty, until it hits bone and stops: there is not much more to say. It’s easy to think that this narrative need not be seen, or heard, because we know that the accused in any case, will say they are not guilty – or not as guilty as they are being painted. But this documentary precisely needs to be seen and heard, because what you realize is not so much that it will insist on innocence, it is that you will be brought by this narrative, from one end of the story to another, and you will find it difficult to think this boy guilty. Because it is difficult to ignore the rationality in this documentary, at the same time that only the heartless will not feel for Paco and his family and friends, all frustrated and hopeful in equal turns, because that is all they can be. There is no insistence on compassion here, no grand set-up that will have you crying for Paco in the end. But you will find tears for his parents, his sister, his brother-in-law. And you cannot but cry for the rest of those accused, who do not speak much in this documentary, but who you can imagine have suffered as much as Paco has, if not more. You would ultimately and infinitely cry for the kind of injustice that we can watch happen before our eyes, that media can (still) sell as truth, that we can only become part of. You cannot but cry for the countless others who you know are like Paco too, but will not have the capacity to explain their innocence, or the words to think: I will give up tomorrow, so I might survive today. And then, if you were there at the gala screening, you will cry in the open forum, that ended with a man standing up from the audience, congratulating the filmmakers, saying he knows exactly what Paco and his family continue to go through, because he has gone through it himself. You, meanwhile cannot believe that he had sat through “Give Up Tomorrow.” You know that the dull cold knife must have been more real for him than for anyone else, because he has suffered media’s irresponsibility and sensational journalism, the Bilibid Prisons, and every violence in between. It was Hubert Webb. - YA, GMA News “Give Up Tomorrow” is screening at the Cinemalaya 2012. It is directed by Michael Collins and produced by Marty Syjuco.
Give Up Tomorrow (4 Stars) Following, with remarkable depth, clarity and conviction, the 14-year saga of Paco Larrañaga and six other seemingly innocent men who were convicted and sentenced to death for the kidnapping, rape and murder of two teen sisters in 1997 in the Philippines, filmmaker Michael Collins assembles a crack team of journalists and others involved in the case and deconstructs the case against them until it appears to be completely fabricated. The fallout, as portrayed by Collins, is nothing short of jaw-dropping; it's a media circus that pulls in the likes of presidents, kings, Congress, the U.N. Human Rights Commission, drug lords and their puppets (some of whom may be the victims' overzealous, spirit-channeling parents), news magazines and TV hosts, and a judge at least as cartoonish as Belvin Perry. The tone is solemn but thorough, finding a natural balance somewhere between the metaphysical obsessions of Werner Herzog and the reactionary zest of Errol Morris. – By Justin Strout (7:15 p.m. at Regal Winter Park) Full article here