Did Lino Brocka really die from an innocent car accident? Or was he maliciously murdered by one of his enemies in the Marcos/Aquino administrations? This is Lino Brocka like you’ve never seen him before. Foaming at the mouth like the angriest dog in the world. He received posthumously the National Artist award — the highest honor given by the Philippine government — in 1997, six years after his untimely death at 52. But he considered himself an anarchist, first and foremost. His actual tirades serve as intertitles. Images, sounds, and music culled from his sixty-plus features. The ultimate homage and deconstruction of the man and his oeuvre. What if Lino Brocka was not a neo-realist melodramatic director, but an avant-garde experimental filmmaker?
«Lino Brocka’s filmography put inside Khavn’s blender.»
— Khavn
