Bigasan is one of those films that feel overly familiar, as if everything in it is something that you’ve seen before. It rehashes every faux-indie plot produced in the last five years, tacking on only the most facile of changes. But if the only crime Bigasan committed was being familiar, that wouldn’t be too bad. The bigger problem is that none of the stories actually go anywhere, the movie feeling like seventy minutes of wheel-spinning and fabricated drama. Bigasan tells the story of a poor community regularly by government trucks selling rice at subsidized prices. The people line up for hours to get their share of the rice, while those who don’t have money to pay for their meager portion end up doing all sorts of things in order to get food on the table. There’s the mother (Ana Capri) who pimps out her teenage son to a gay benefactor. There’s young mother who prostitutes herself. There’s her husband who works despite having tuberculosis. There’s the elderly woman who lives off the scraps of a ruthless loan shark.
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