Of all its early tone shifts, the one "Cavite" is not really aiming for is suspense, as it slowly and carefully dispenses information while showing off the Philippines to their worst advantage, much to the consternation of the local tourist council. As much as the movie wants to have something thoughtful to say on the local situation, one has to wonder whose side the movie is on, not just politically, but also philosophically, especially with a protagonist as feckless as Adam.(Anytime someone uses a specific age north of 30 in a movie is not out to be kind.) The kidnapper uses homophobic slurs, not so much to be hateful, but as a way of going after Adam's masculinity while also questioning the level of his beliefs. And as much as the movie wants to shock us with racism in the epilogue, I am pretty sure nobody has ever said those exact words before.
The movie is jarring visually and shows parts of the Philippines society that you normally don't hear about. True indie film making.
Ya I wanna travel but not those 2 places ..........
So this dude Adam comes back home to the Philippines for his dad's funeral and finds out his mom and sister are being held hostage by the Abu Sayyaf. The first 15 minutes or so were okay and I expected a sobering look into contemporary urban life in the Philippines, but instead it becomes an episode of Ghetto 24, a fast-paced point A to point B type Thriller that's as disorienting as it is uninteresting and unbelievably hokey in its execution. Along Adam's journey into whereeverthehell to save his family, various facets of Philippine life are conveniently presented, like a travelogue wrapped in the ludicrous plot. Have you ever wondered why we drink soda in plastic bags? What does Balut taste like (answer: contrary to what the movie says, it's delicious)? How do people live in these riverside squatter camps? What do they think of cockfighting? This movie could not have answered these questions in a more painfully obvious way. I actually liked the ending a bit, though.
Other things I did not like: some of the worst acting this side of Gran Torino, even worse dialogue, really bad camera tricks that obscure the action more than giving a documentary feel, braindead but weirdly omnipresent treatment of the terrorists. There was so much to potentially love about Cavite that it genuinely hurts me to say that this was one of the worst movies I've seen in a really long time
This plays like a poorly edited, really long short, than a feature film--as it's more of a vignette than what that generously exaggerated description of a feature film the above synopsis portrays.
The best part was the visual effects of the opening credits. It's exciting, off putting, frightening, and intriguing. Sadly, thirty seconds in the beginning cannot save the eighty-minute root canal this film is.
I pray for better Filipino /Filipino-American cinema. Cavite is a misstep in the right direction.