Jaylan Salah interviews film director Quark Henares

“Where is the Lie” – A Breath of Fresh Air in Independent Cinema


It’s official, a new year has come, blooming seasons, and new films.
Luckily for me, I watched a brilliant dark comedy Filipino (flick) -as one might say- that carried all the good ingredients for a good film. “Where is the Lie” is a dark comedy/social satire that features multiple Filipino talents. It stars Ej Jallorina (the main protagonist Janzen), Maris Rascal (the villain Beanie), and Royce Cabera (Theo/Dennis; the heartthrob Dorian Gray whose soul is not as dazzling as his looks). This is the eighth film from Filipino director Quark Henares and the one that scares him the most.


I loved many things about “Where is the Lie.” It featured a trans actress playing the role of a trans woman, a crucial step which Henares, the director -whom I had the pleasure of interviewing- explained was to avoid a “Danish Girl” situation. And authentic and well-crafted the film turned out. Ej Jallorina is in the middle of her transitioning process and Henares explored how she brought her sensitivity and authenticity to a role that could have easily turned mundane. She gave a sympathetic, gullible performance of the main protagonist, Janzen, a young transwoman who unfortunately fell victim to a catfishing situation by a manipulative, beautiful, and tactical girl who looked like Selena Gomez if she had her heart replaced with Amy Dunne.


A scary combination, right?


Hopefully, when people see the film they witness the breath of fresh air that Maris Rascal -a rom-com star in the Philippines- brings to the role. Her range and subtlety of performance interlope with moments of intensity that never seem out of place. After “Where is the Lie,” Rascal will be an even bigger name, not just in the Philippines, but worldwide. Cabera is an independent Filipino film actor playing -mostly- sultry, object-of-desire kinds of roles due to his buff physique and dreamy features. To see him acting through a range of emotions in this film is a refreshing route to a broader range of roles in the future.


Henares mentioned that Jallorina’s audition was an endearing moment for him as she told him how wonderful he was to her when she was a child actor. Henares explained that -at the time- he was working as a PA on one of the sets. Jallorina reminded him of how he acted like an older brother and provided protection and security for her at a rather hectic place to be as a child (20-something-hour shoots were no fun ride for a kid).


Rascal, on the other hand, vied for the antagonistic role. She wanted to challenge herself and break out of the mold that restricted her as an actress. The result was more than satisfying. Henares pointed out that most actresses in the Philippines were less than excited about this role due to the homophobic nature of the original character. Rascal was also outspoken against this person but wanted to portray her in the film. Her audition process included an exercise where she had to insult everyone in the room, including the director, and she did it with unsettling and predatory cruelty without losing the smile on her face.


Quark Henares is a bursting bubble of passion and enthusiasm. The film conveys his directorial style through the vivid color palette, the vibrant scenes, and the perfect choice of actors, each fit for their respective roles with calculated measures and casting choices that shine each in their respective roles.


As someone who fell for catfishing before and discovered a network of pals orchestrating the whole ordeal while using one of them as the “bait”, it was interesting for me to dig deeper into “Where is the Lie.” The film not only outlined the whole ordeal that Henares described as a lengthy Twitter thread that went viral in 2020 (at the peak of COVID quarantine) in the Philippines but the motivations behind it and how each person played a role in the diabolical scheme. Henares said that what made him more interested in the project were the intensified feelings of isolation and fear that made any statement from someone online insight into someone else’s “bubble” of life at the time.


It was a refreshing take and an eye-opener, something that Henares owed to the original hero of the true story for her willingness to help, providing details even during the shooting process.


Henares chose to include the antagonist Beanie’s (Rascal) POV in the film adding more depth and layers to the storytelling. After a rosy, schmoopy romantic start, the film shifted to a sinister, more playful tone with the appearance of Beanie and how she explicitly expressed her malicious, homophobic intentions. The viewer sympathizes with Janzen but secretly spies on Beanie, who is the Kathryn Merteuil of this tale, playing cruel intentions with people she carefully selects via dating apps.


Henares had a different style in mind when he first shot the movie, stating that his initial inspiration was a “Rashomon-like” psychological thriller, with the focus on Janzen and the viewer unaware that she was catfished. However, a collage of a movie started forming as his artistic vision became more solid. He shot Janzen’s plotline like a rom-com, Theo’s storyline like a social commentary, and Beanie’s like a Gone Girl, fourth-wall-breaking narrative.


Shifting between POVs created a dynamic that translated superbly onscreen. One scene, in particular, stood out as it cut between Beanie and Janzen, each in her fantasy of a character that might include a fictional version of a person arousing her. It was shot beautifully and masterfully and increased the tension in the film. Another scene that struck me as fresh and exciting involved girls being girls, an honest and loveable depiction of female friendship on the screen showed many intimate and honest details without overdoing it or painting it as too fluffy. Henares attributed that to being raised by women and having many female friends who created an environment of love and compassion surrounding him. He always felt at peace around them and thus felt comfortable being in touch with his feminine side.


“Where is the Lie” had its premiere this year at Slamdance Film Festival and hopefully will reach audiences worldwide on streaming services soon.

Poetry from Ari Rice

Shirtless Shot

I am not the man,

one hair too old

chasing waterfalls.

I am the too-young boy

walking behind him

I am above

staring

down at my reflection

in the muddy sand

knowing I have to jump.

I am the one not trying to be the fourth

blond hair swinging

carrying two backpacks instead of one.

I am not the ant

nor the elephant

I am the turtle eating

grass instead of leaves

I am the frog on the lily pad

in an island of toads

I am a reflection of myself

sewn across the sky

always not the one before.

I am like Thor

trying to drink the sea

all from a single chalice

I am the stray cat

desperately clinging to the chair

next to the loveseat

I wish I could fill.

I am the boy

too short to see himself

trying to look back at him

Photography from Caleb Ishaya Oseshi

I’m a passionate street and documentary photographer from Nigeria.

I started photography during the pandemic, from taking photographs of my family members at home to taking photographs in church, then exploring my street, and have since travelled to numerous states to take photographs.

I love to show the world the unseen parts of Africa, particularly Nigeria, my native country. I like sharing my work in monochrome because it kills the focus on the colours and makes you pay attention to the subject and the action of the moment.

I served as a volunteer photographer for The UNESCO World Heritage Volunteer Programme 2022 here in Nigeria and my photographs have been featured by a Philippines Professor on her website.

I have the burning desire to pursue a career in photojournalism in the near future.

Here is a link to my Instagram handle: https://www.instagram.com/caleb.ishaya/

My website: https://calebishaya.wordpress.com/.

Poetry from Alan Catlin

687-

Real choices: being posted to hot
war zones or medical volunteer
programs. Front line duty or human
lab rat. After the competitive ping
pong the psychedelics. Chemical
Warfare: Secrets Almost Forgotten.
Consequences of. Lifetimes of.
Insomnia. Depression. If you’re lucky.
“You will lose your mind. In life unkind.
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday.” Not a place
To eat. In 1960. Never a happy hour.
Like Applebee’s.

    689-

I keep to the heights. Mahler
or Byron. Symphony of a Thousand
or Manfred. Mann. The Magic
Mountain or Quinn the Eskimo.
“Come all without, come all within.”
Guess who. Bob Dylan.

                690-

Don’t be a Child(e) Harold.
Vampyre or Lover. Flawed
angel or Greek God of war.
For independence. Seduction
And Betrayal. My Sister, My
Love. Waiting in Dante’s ante-
room. With or without Don Juan.
The heart of a poet, the soul of
an assassin. The us in clusterfuck.

691-

Beppo or Balso Snell. Sarantopoulos.
Not Ozymandias. Look up all ye.
Despair. A ring. Of hell or the Hellespont.
Not better than a whirlpool bath. For
some. Byron could swim it but he wouldn’t
survive. The after effects.


692-

The wind whales of Ishmael.
Right whales in the sky. Not
Riders on the Storm (again and again)
Humpbacks. Cruising above
the canyons that were the Pacific
Ocean. Island(s) Not like Huxley’s.
Aldous or Thomas. Plant pod
Water sacs. Not body snatchers.
Worse. No Drink Me signs but on a
parched planet. What are the choices.
Dosed. Hallucinate and die. Blood
sucked by vines. Preyed upon by all
living matter. In the Green.

    693-

Random photograph of an Old Man
and the Sea. Or Re-incarnated Herman
Melville sans beard with adolescent beached
humped back whale. The author on
Mansion Beach Block Island October 2022
posed to provide comparative size perspective
or casual tourist mourning the death of another
sea creature from the depths. Both.

Poetry from Laura Stamps

Sweet Peace

“Dear Elaine,” she writes on a new postcard. “Okay. I confess. I struggle with it. Forgiveness. I do. Even though. I know, I know. We’re supposed to forgive everyone. To love everyone. We are. For our physical health. Mental health. All of it. I get that. I do. But surely, surely. Not everyone. Right? Not ex-husbands. Not mine.

I mean. I can forgive the others. I can. All those who wronged me. Abused me. You know. In the past. Disturbed individuals. That’s what they were. Truly. And yet, and yet. Forgive them? I can do that. Yes. Done. But my ex-husband. Disturbed? Oh, yeah. Forgiveness? No way. Not possible. Not for him. Not that I haven’t tried. I have. Again and again. Yet I can’t. And I don’t know why.

But then last night. That video I watched. You know. The one on YouTube. About St. Francis. How he loved everyone. Forgave everyone. And yet, and yet. Forgiveness wasn’t his focus. Imagine that? Peace. That was his goal. Alrighty! That I can do. Peace. Peaceful. My life. Ever since the day. I left him. My ex. Walked away. Me. Gone. Never to return. Sweet peace.

This is my life. Now. See? That I can do. Forgiveness? Forget it. Hey. If peace is good enough for Francis. It’s good enough for me. Okay, then. I think we’re done here. What’s next?”

Laura Stamps loves to play with words in her fiction and prose poetry. Author of 49 novels, novellas, short story collections, and poetry books. Forthcoming: “The Good Dog” (Prolific Pulse Press 2023) and “Addicted to Dog Magazines” (Impspired, 2023). Winner of the Muses Prize. Recipient of a Pulitzer Prize nomination and 7 Pushcart Prize nominations.  

Poetry from Chloe Schoenfeld

Thy Sorrows

I cannot comprehend such grief thou holdst

Thy mourning that torments thy soul so

My eyes have not perceived horrors; thou hast

Carried a burden so strong in thy blood

In thy heart of hearts of hearts that doth sing

Oh, sweet summer sun sing to me tonight

Sing thy sorrowful heart into the wind


Lull me asleep with thy tears: wearied eyes

Allow me to share thy troubles with thee

Taketh my silken hands that tremble so

The stars doth sing back to thee in the night

Hast thou heard their voices? They sing for thee

My voice shall join thy prayer to the stars

Thy sorrows I have not, wherefore hast thou

Poetry from Taylor Dibbert

Finally Over

He’s getting divorced,

Remotely,

Very 2022,

And doubting that,

They ever,

Had a chance,

At least,

He’s keeping,

The dog.

Never Finished

He’s had a good,

Morning of writing,

Several poems,

Hundreds of words,

He’s probably done,

For the day,

Even though the work,

Is never truly finished,

Because when you’re writing,

What needs to be written,

There’s always,

Another line,

Or lines,

Another poem,

Or poems,

More thoughts,

And feelings,

More joy,

More pain,

And the blood,

That has to be wiped from the page.

Taylor Dibbert is a widely published writer, journalist, and poet. He’s author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset,” and the forthcoming poetry collection “Home Again.”