Review: Daybreak

Currently playing: "Only Happy When It Rains" by Garbage

I watched Daybreak with great expectations but I ended up leaving the theatre with a brush of disappointment. Watching the film makes me feel like I'm the third person in the story.
It's like back in time when I'm with my friends "P" and "C",
but this time my opinion is not being asked and I was only required to sit down,
to shut-up and sigh.
You don't have to relate with the characters,
you'll just have to watch them on the entire duration of the film,
listen to their dillemmas,
empathize,
and leave them live their lives as it is.
It was plainly written by Charliebebs Gohetia,
most likely written out from a married bisexual's diary,
or a gay boatman's story turned into a screenplay.
Director Adolfo B. Alix, Jr. tried to make it cinematic,
tried to send a message to the audience that it's a digital indie film and not a true-to-life story,
or a reality tv show,
or a documentary.
He tried to convey the message but it just turned out very dragging.
You'll be invited to take the backseat when Paolo Rivero picks-up Coco Martin in Tagaytay.
Then,
you're the quiete guest inside the Tagaytay resthouse watching these two men talk,
cook,
fuck,
eat,
slow dance,
argue,
kiss,
fuck and leave.
You'll end up watching with a feeling that you don't exist.