Somebody murdered my friend Alexis. And his girl Nika. At their home in Manila.
The world is not a nice place. There is no justice in life. Dictators can live to be old men, but a nice, young, bright critic has to die a horrible b-movie death.
South East Asian cinema lost it's voice.
For the moment Africa feels far away from everything.
Also today the president of Zambia blocked the airport returning from Libya where he payed his respect to dictator Gaddafi. But I came to the airport to pick up Thai artist/filmmaker Jakrawal Nilthamrong.
Yes, Alexis, we go on. Don't worry about that.
Still out of Raya Martin's Short Film about the Indio Nacional.
Alexis Tioseco was a passionate defender of the independent cinema of his country.