Arjo Atayde’s haunted, steely stoicism is an adequate anchor to hold ‘Topakk’ on. There are plenty of fist-pumping viscera to be found, but the film’s lack of grasp on its chaos hurts it more often than not.

In Jun Lana’s struggle to make sense of past political conditions, Your Mother’s Son becomes his definitive bomba film: mired deeply in sex, and politically dense in its delirious and lustful desires.