Brocka talks. That is the whole film. He talks about growing up illegitimate on a small island. About the Mormon missionaries who took him in. About the leper colony on Molokai where he spent two years and learned what his cinema would later teach: that the person the world has discarded is the person most worth looking at. About Ferdinand Marcos. About the Manila Film Center and the bodies entombed in its concrete. About being gay in the Philippines before anyone had a word for it that wasn’t humiliation. Blackwood stays out of the way. The correct decision. Eighty-four minutes. Not enough, but close.