“On the eve of the Ms. Universe Pageant – the boxing main event for all gays in the Philippines, three friends decide to throw a SLUMBER PARTY as part of their yearly vigil to support our representative. Mending a broken heart, Elle and Jhana consoles their friend, Phillippe, as his romance with his recent guy was tragically and abruptly nipped in the bud.
However, the supposedly fun spectacle for the three was cut-short when, Jonel, a young frat boy burgled the three lovely ladies’ castle. Afraid and petrified, they attacked the frat boy who became unconscious.
This gave the three a time to marvel at the young frat boy’s enigmatic boyish looks and amusing hot body. As they go on with their fantasies, the decision to keep the guy with arms and legs tied in the chair and hold him hostage will challenge their views on life, love and friendship all in one night.”
Well that was a waste of time.
I wasn’t expecting a masterpiece, mind you–but I was, at least, looking to be entertained. And although I eventually was entertained, it happened way too late in the movie. Way, way too late.
If the movie synopsis makes you believe that there’s an actual story, don’t be fooled. Slumber Party only chronicles the night before and the day of a Miss Universe pageant for three gay guys. Problems ensue, and secrets are revealed, when a fraternity initiate is tasked to steal something from their house.
To be quite honest, the whole thing feels heavy-handed. And save for the cinematography, the whole movie has the feel of a high school project: a meandering story that tries to be funnier than it actually is, a confused narrative that doesn’t know which of its characters it’s supposed to follow, and actors who fall back on stereotype rather than make their characters original.
The only saving grace of the film is Archie Alemania’s Jhana, which is a cheeky portrayal of a flamboyant gay guy; and Nino Muhlach’s Gaymother, a character whose lines are a mile long and delivered in rapid-fire succession. Sef Cadayona gets an A for effort with his attempt at an honest portrayal of a straight guy forced into the gay world.
Ultimately though, it’s the story that really brings the whole thing down–because there’s no actual story. Each character has their own conflict, and none of them really gels–not even during the big meltdown that happens midway through the film. And even after that’s out of the way, the characters continue to harken to mistakes and sins that were already supposed to be forgiven and forgotten.
As a result, the actors don’t seem to know what exact emotional state they’re supposed to be in a scene. They ping pong through the emotional scale with wild abandon in a matter of seconds.
This film is getting no recommendations from me.