The Paostian Deal

What My Monster Mom lacked in creativity and--surprise, surprise--originality, it salvaged itself with the fulfillment of its one true promise: Annabelle Rama. That. Woman. Is a natural. Never mind the lousy executions. Never mind the over-stretched EXTRA scenes. Never mind the family affair happening in the flick, although I wonder why they left one child out of the picture that titillated all naturally... gay minds. (Happy states, people.) The flick simply re-enacted the much-publicized and much-much-loved hostility between Rama and daughter Ruffa Gutierrez. Translation: The production only needed additional make-up and more jewels on Rama and they were done. It's actually a good business move, since everyone in the flick invested on their strengths. Ruffa with her twang. Annabelle with her... self. Eugene Domingo with her... self also. And director Jose Javier Reyes with his magic (or casting, except for Bubbles Paraiso who should just absolutely stay in the modeling industry while learning other sentences other than "Are you sure, girl?") in turning everyday, normally-offensive material into something light, hysterical and even part friendly. It was a good evening laugh.