Last Sunday, Alma Aranaz, Honeybun and I met to watch the 5PM screening of the reportedly well-received My Monster Mom. When we saw how long the lines were however we decided to just go for the next screening.

And so we killed time by sipping some moan-inducing avocado shake while talking about poop (I seriously have to blog about poop – I haven’t read anything about poop lately and it’s crazy how hilariously entertaining poop stories are). After that we decided to have an early dinner so we dashed off to Reyes Barbecue where Alma had pork barbecue, Honeybun had chicken barbecue and I had grilled bangus. We all enjoyed our food, especially because of the java rice, the atsara and the peanut-barbecue sauce that went with the pork and chicken, plus the chili toyomansi sauce that went with my fish.

Full and fulfilled, we proceeded to watch the movie, armed with countless bags of my newest addiction: Goya’s Crispy Chocs, crunchy rice crispies covered in milk chocolate.

My Monster Mom – as with the majority of Filipino movies being made – is nothing new. It is predictable. It has an expected ending. It is sprinkled with a serving of slapstick.

Despite these shortcomings, the movie has a handful of positive aspects.

For starters, the narration is superb. A flashback is a great idea to introduce the main character and provide an explanation why she is currently the way she is. Okay, it’s a great way to squeeze in Richard Guttierez as well.

The script is excellent. Not only is there an abundance of punchlines, the dialogues are also realistic. Cusswords such as peste, gago and tarantado are regularly used.

The performances are also commendable. Except for the over-OA acting from Lou Veloso and Vangie Labalan (who happens to always play someone who is hysterical), the supports deliver decent acting.

Why the movie works I guess is because there is little or no acting required from both Ruffa Guttierez and mother Annabelle Rama; they just play themselves. Ruffa during the entire movie is just her usual maarte, eloquent self (although she exaggerates over-slangs some Tagalog words). Annabelle, who is obviously conscious in some parts, for the most part of the flick just screams her tonsils out the way we hear and see her on TV.

Like I said earlier, the movie’s ending is pretty predictable. There is even a hint of a part 2, which is very possible considering how successful the movie is proving to be. The only disappointing bit about it is how there was this conscious effort to avoid some serious dramatic moments involving Annabelle Rama. For someone who’s making a comeback after 35 years, stretching her acting muscles could have made the comeback even more successful.

My most favorite part? When an earthquake occurred in the middle of the movie prompting Alma Aranaz, Honeybun and I to dash out of the moviehouse, only to return after realizing that no one else wanted to miss any part of the movie.

That’s how powerful Annabelle Rama’s pull is!