An artist wakes up as a terrorist. He is sent abroad to bomb subways. He hasn't gone home. Manila sits still. A videotape emerges. This stranger talks to the camera and a familiar voice reacts, blasting as they move along. Composed mostly of found footage of close friends, Filipino musicians and performance artists, the film is a surreal take on Manila and how artists can subvert a culture by the mere act of creating works that empower and transform. It is a metamovie of sorts, a self-aware film that exposes suffering, infidelity, a woman's empowerment, and filmmaking as a benign mode of terrorism against strangers and lovers alike. In trying to create, we sometimes destruct the very treasures we’ve kept. In doing so, we act, see, and decide things differently. Our world will never be the same. Artists, visual and performance, have taken bold moves to guide the thinking of the present-day Filipino. Through song, pictures, and moving images, they have the power to persuade, dissuade, manipulate, condition, or champion ideals that are worth struggling for. At another level, artists can be guerillas in the dark to the people they love, oftentimes detonating personal bombs at the most unexpected times: a confession about an extramarital affair or a sudden decision to move away for good, which is a turn against the idea of home, family, commitment, companionship, and permanency.
