That dusky girl would later become a movie star and I would go with the maid to see her movies downtown. She would be paired with Tirso Cruz, Manny de Leon, Sajjid Khan, Cocoy Laurel, and at one point even Edgar Mortiz I think, but I liked her best with Tirso. I was her fan.
I didn’t see much of her films after those love-team years. I think I caught Himala on TV already. The last film of hers that I actually went to see in the theater was the one where she was an activist or had activist links and was tortured by the military.
I don’t recall the chronology but right about that time when she started getting bad press about being unprofessional, talks of drug use started coming up. She would later appear on newspaper headlines because she would be detained abroad for carrying a tooter.
I never did give a f* about her afterwards and I thought that was it… another star who rose to fame and glory and would undoubtedly crash and burn and die miserably.
And just as I’m close to forgetting Super G, Nora Aunor’s back in the limelight again. A select, peerless panel of wise men has chosen her to be worthy of being named a National Artist. President PNoy, who thinks he knows better than his experts, however says she is a poor choice because of her drug issues.
A few minutes ago I was reading a tweet from Ces Drilon saying that Nora’s lawyer says she was never convicted. Let’s assume she really went through a bad moment. But don’t the great artists really go through some sort of defining crisis or life trial? And aren’t the better ones those who come out of the other end alive? I’d love for her to tell my sons and future apos that drugs are bad for them way better than if it were Sotto telling them that listening to the EHeads will make them go bad.
La Aunor made me watch local movies as a young boy. She made me watch the Manila Filmfest as a grown man and leave convinced that I’m still a fan and that there is hope for Philippine movies. Drugs or not, she excited my emotions – from fun and happiness, to grief and anger, to nationalism and fervor. Isn’t that what an artist does?
I’m ok with her not getting the National Artist award. She doesn’t need the pomp and ceremony to be recognized as such. I can honestly say her life decisions have not affected how I regard her. And I suppose I can say the same thing for PNoy and his decisions. It doesn’t affect how I regard him. Kaya nga di ko siya binoto eh.