Tokwifi

Tokwifi

8.3

Oct 13 2019

0h 20m

Fantasy, Romance

A 1950's mestiza star–trapped inside a television that fell from the sky–dreams up a romantic romp on the rice terraces, with a Bontok Igorot man who does not know how to kiss.

Kurt "Ayeo-eo" Lumbag Alalag

Kurt "Ayeo-eo" Lumbag Alalag

Limmayug

Adrienne Vergara

Adrienne Vergara

Laura Blancaflor

Julian Chumacog

Julian Chumacog

Ikit Tifang

Julia Bete

Julia Bete

Ikit Odchayak

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