When Chona Chong (Zsa Zsa Padilla) learns that her wealthy husband Elton (Jay Manalo) is having an affair with two younger women (Cherry Pie Picache and Rufa Mae Quinto) -- and has even fathered a child with one of them -- her once-perfect life lies in ruins. Numbing the pain with Botox, liposuction and breast implants works well enough, at first. But then her only son (John Prats) drops another bomb: He thinks he might be gay.
In a film where a Black couple is framed to be the lead characters, they still managed to get shuffled off to the sidelines. The enthusiastic cast delivers well on goofy bits- but can only go so far before they begin to fall flat.
Remakes. Reboots. Reinventions. Redundancy. It's the common practice in Hollywood of late, sometimes offering us victorious reimagining of what can be considered cinematic classics while also, more often, falling flat on their UN-imaginative faces in utter defeat and lackluster results. Admittedly, with this in mind, I went into the newest incarnation of "The War of the Roses" with typical trepidation and cautious optimism.
Presenting a bold and unapologetic narrative focused on strong Muslim female characters, the show beautifully incorporates punk rock as a feminist movement in their lives.
Taika Waititi and the cast of Thor: Love and Thunder have been hyping up the gayness of this movie, and while there are queer characters, it's not quite the representation we were hoping for.
