"And the Breadwinner Is...": A Recipe for Disaster, Not Deliciousness
Let's be brutally honest: "And the Breadwinner Is..." is exactly what you expect from a Vice Ganda movie, and unfortunately, that's not a compliment. If you've seen one, you've pretty much seen them all, and this latest offering does absolutely nothing to break the tired mold.
From the very first scene, it's a cacophony of screeching, over-the-top antics, and jokes that land flatter than a pancake left out overnight. Vice Ganda's trademark humor, once mildly amusing, has now curdled into a relentless assault of uninspired slapstick and tired one-liners. It's like watching a stand-up comedian on a bad night, but stretched out to two agonizing hours.
The plot, if you can even call it that, is a flimsy excuse to string together a series of chaotic scenes. The emotional beats feel forced and utterly unearned, attempting to tug at heartstrings that have long since gone numb from the sheer predictability. Any semblance of character development is sacrificed at the altar of more yelling and outlandish costumes.
Visually, it's a bright, garish mess. The production design looks like a discount party store exploded, and the cinematography is as bland as unseasoned rice. It's clear that polish and subtlety were concepts entirely foreign to the filmmakers.
In short, "And the Breadwinner Is..." is less a cinematic experience and more a test of endurance. It's loud, it's obnoxious, and it offers absolutely nothing new or refreshing. Save your money and your ears; there are far more deserving films out there. This one is best left to stale in the box office, just like the bread it ironically references.
