I’m an editor. U-hu. A common reply when people ask me what I do. A video editor. I would elaborate. And again. A-ha. They would hide their confusions by this curt reply. I am prompted to explain. I work for TV. Their eyes would lit up. TV. Finally a word they can relate to. ” For ABS- CBN.” Their eyes would show interest. Really? Is Piolo Pascual gay? I would try not to roll my eyes. I will not reply so they would ask, ” Yes, but what, exactly do you do there?
What exactly do I do? I edit. I cut. I paste. I fast forward. I rewind. I can slow down time. I can freeze a moment. I can play a song while a women jilted by her lover sobs in utter desolation. I can put laughter when a boy trips over a wire. I’m a mini god over the lives of those who inhabit my sequences. That is, when my director leaves me alone. If not he then plays god over me.
How do I do it? Imagine this: At the beginning there was nothing Utter blackness. Then fades in light. And fades in music, soft and melancholic. Slowly you recognize shapes and colors. Colors creep in, sharpening from a blur to reveal fireworks. They explode and fizzle one after the other. But you don’t hear a sound only music. Below the fireworks you recognize a shape. Shape of a woman. Hidden in the shadows, lost in thought. Occasionally her face lighted by the fireworks. The music fades out. Somewhere inside her room a telephone was ringing. We see close up of her face. Still in shadows. She sighs and turned towards the telephone. I cut to show the whole of her apartment. A small square room, with just the basic necessities. A microwave, a refrigerator, chaise lounge and a computer. I show her hand picks up the receiver.
She was silent, listening. Her eyes turned cold.
“ Happy New Year mother. I cant’ go home. I’m going to work tomorrow.” She was saying.
Should I let her explain why? I can cut the rest of her dialogue. The flashback will explain everything. Flashback is best done in black and white. Or sepia.
“ I can put her in the honor list this year but I don’t think she’ll graduate elementary with any medals at all.” We hear the voice before we see the speaker. We dissolve back in time and my technique is to blind you with white light.
Then I typed in the words “ Year 1976 Somewhere in Batangas”.
The women had become a young girl of 12.It was recess. Her classmates where playing and eating at the playground. She was still sitting inside the classroom pretending to be asleep. Her face was buried in her arms on the top of her table. Two teachers were having their refreshments by teacher’s desk. Close-up shows, the young girl was crying silently. But obviously the teachers don’t know this for they kept on talking about her.
“Well, I’m grateful to Doktora she delivered my baby for free. She doesn’t even need to make her daughter give me these sandwiches. Poor girl, her classmates call her “sip-sip”.(sip-sip means, what the leeches do to get blood from a person.) The older looking teacher was saying while she shared the sandwich with the younger teacher.
“Yeah, It’s a pity she is not bright enough.” The other teacher snickered. “Maybe she took after her father.”
We see the young girl bit her lips and more tears flowed. Dissolve to- the young girl was dancing on a stage. She was dancing awkwardly and not in tune with the other dancers. She was the biggest among the group. She tried to hide behind the other dancers. She could see her classmates laughing at her. She was looking at her mother who was sitting in front of the audience. Her mother was frowning. The young girl looked away. She was holding back tears. Dissolve to- the girl was slightly older. She was in front of a mirror. Again holding back tears as her mother furiously brushed her long thick hair. She was wearing a beautifully made yellow gold dress. And there were plastic flowers on her hair.
“ You look better on this than Judith. You are more beautiful than her. Why don’t you want to go? After the hard work of borrowing this beautiful dress for you. You are so anti social, you are going to be an old maid. Why do keep your nose buried on those book? And those paper you waste on drawings! Clutter! Clutter! Be still!”
Her mother was saying. She was now putting a red lipstick on the young girl.
“Stop crying or you’ll ruin your make up.”
“ Susan’s daughter is going to be there, you should be more beautiful. Anyways your dress is better. Only don’t walk like a boy.”
End of flashback. Again I blind you with a bright light to bring you back to the present.