Preview of Carlo Pacolor Garcia’s QC: Episode 1
Sito is having a bad day. An argument with his girlfriend which led to an argument with a girl friend became to a half-hearted midnight tryst in the back of his car and is rudely interrupted by a couple of cops hoping to squeeze money out of stone. That more or less catapults Sito towards a crazy chain of events: a semi-professional book heist, a very angry, very large George Stregan at their heels, misadventures in alcohol and drugs inside dingy bar restrooms, and a bunch of strange kids –the kind your momma warned you about– piling in the backseat, generating steam heat, and pulsating to the back beat.
Carlo Pacolor Garcia’s QC: Episode 1 is just that: a pilot episode to a larger work. It introduces characters, establishes locations and background situations, and hints at a broader narrative. For a pilot, Episode 1 is brimming with potential. Already, the strange yet-unnamed individuals of Sito’s new gang seem to fit familiar subconscious molds. I’ve had friends like that, with tattoos like that, slinging critical theory and swear words like that.
Maybe that aspect of QC can be a bit self-serving. Right off the bat, Episode 1 caters to people like me: fairly young, middle class kids who spent their wild and reckless youth roaming the messed up streets of Quezon City in the 90s. For anyone who has gotten lost in these streets, one could play bingo with the locations featured in QC: a grimy narrow alleyway in Old Balara, that street by the side of UP Diliman’s shopping center, or the internal shots of Boho Sarapsody, a dearly-beloved bar near Cubao that has since closed down when ill-behaved foreigners got too loud and rowdy in the surrounding residential area.
Garcia’s characters are pretty strange too, in an outlier sort of way. Decked out in thrift store swag, with no regard to what the billboard and TV say style should look like. These are kids who don’t give a fuck, the kind of kids Quezon City molds so well. Why would anyone shoplift books from Popular Bookstore in T. Morato, and then head straight to a bar to get shitfaced on beer and acid? This is QC underground, and the 90s was a period when alternative culture thrived.
Throughout the screening, I couldn’t help but snicker at certain scenes. I’m fairly certain I was grinning the entire time. As peculiar as Sito’s misadventures were, I couldn’t deny the fact that there really were nights like these in QC. Nights so wild and unpredictable, bleeding into an equally perplexing dawn. Nights that are dizzying and disgusting and satisfying all at the same time. You stumble into your bed (or someone’s bed. Or a comfortable patch of ground) to sleep the buzz off, then wake up at the crack of noon and do it all over again. To some, QC might come off as a cautionary tale. To me, it was like a love letter to one of those nights.
The thing about pilot episodes is that it works like the first part of a roller coaster. The story keeps going up, giving you an idea of how fast and steep the inevitable fall could be. But just when it starts getting good, BAM. Credits roll. And the thing about an independently produced web series like this is that it exists in uncertainty. Will there be money enough for the next installments? Will the cast be able to retain their looks for continuity’s sake? Will everyone involved in the production be interested in shooting again, when the money does come? Is there an audience for this punk rock DIY aesthetic that speaks so loudly to the outliers of our generation, all fifteen of us?
What does George Stregan have to do with all this and why is he so angry? Will Sito ever make amends with his girlfriend or his girl friend? Who’s that mysterious girl Talullah who kisses complete strangers in bookstores and what’s the deal with her friends? And what about the cops? Fuck the cops.
None of these questions will be answered in QC: Episode 1. But there really are nights when the asking is more important anyway. #