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just in time …

i’m a hopeful romantic longing to seizuring every chance of possible romantic encounters only found, mostly, in romantic comedies genre.

i’m a hopeful romantic who always looks forward to a little bit of quality time in romancing the loved one.

i’m a hopeful romantic whose existence is defined by executing well-planned surprises for the object of my affection.

i’m in love, actually.

i am.

Just in time you’ve found me just in time
Before you came my time was running low
I was lost the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all were crossed nowhere to go
Now you hear now I know just where I’m going
No more doubt of fear I’ve found my way

(and julie delpy starts doing her grooves)

For love came just in time you’ve found me just in time
And changed my lonely nights that lucky day

Just in time

(so, do you think ethan hawke will stay?)

Before you came my time was running low oh baby
I was lost the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all crossed nowhere to go
Now you hear now I know just where I’m going
No more doubt of fear I’ve found my way
For love came just in time you’ve found me just in time
And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights
And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights
And changed my lonely nights that lucky day

(and nina simone gave her utmost)

 
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Posted by on 07/24/2005 in English

 

Crash

Such a sensitive issue like racial slurs, when brought up to the artistic form of visual dimension whereby the words and acts dealing with the issue can be seen and examined with our perfunctory senses, may tend to be banal if being given an inconsiderable treatment that shies away from presenting reality.

Thankfully, the banality in this film is in fact the strongest point that makes the film compelling to watch. In a rare occasion of successful ensemble of too many good actors pulling out dramatic punches at their best, Paul Haggis manages to unite them in one strong story of a life in everyday LA, seemingly a town full of racism to inhale as a daily staple.

In the recent times of politeness in tackling the issue, any forms of accusations in the manner of cursing and swearing are easily uttered to one another, at some point taken as jokes, yet most of the time, it has emerged to become some kind of state of mind. The hidden anger and the confusion of misunderstandings beguile these people in living their life blanketed under the cover of assumption and preconceived notions, resulting of exclusivity among their own races.

Life may turn laughing at us or with us, but like the life itself, Crash pulls out an eventful day of any city on the earth where we are taken to realize, how we may never be able to understand the difference. Acknowledging the variety may be one small step to begin.

There are over-paranoid white upper class couple, black detective and his Latino partner, a Hispanic low class family, a struggling Arabic enterpreneurs trying to make a living in this chaotic city filled with compromises and consequences of every racial thoughts that translate to their action. The juxtaposition of these characters’ actions may leave you shocked on how looks can be deceiving. Appearances can not be taken for their face-values, especially not in the time of gun-culture when anyone at any given time may shield themselves by pointing guns at any other human beings for any reason under the name of protection.

It may be a fictional place to see, yet the facial expressions of these people tell anguishes some of us have to bear everyday. Others may put it as “c’est la vie”, but to me, Crash shows that in a place where angels flock in, the paradise is far ahead to reach.

Crash

 
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Posted by on 07/20/2005 in English, Film

 

one season.

there we were,
bidding goodbyes,
waving hands,
and be a faithful doer

of living differently
of loving each other completely
of liking some objects contrastly
under one unity

that when it begins to wear thin
no, it never fades away
instead it remains like it has always been
and gratefully does not even date by a single day

gone maybe those tacky lines
the past bears irreconcilable stupefying minds

and yet there’s always something to look forward to
within a month or two

or more than what regulars might think in their contrived thoughts

there we will be,
another bids,
another waves,
another miss-you glee,

another time.
again.

 
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Posted by on 07/17/2005 in English

 

just some blabbering :)

Beberapa hari yang lalu, gue denger dialog ini:

Nyokap si cowok : “Lha iya, enaknya mo gimana ini, udah tinggal besok disini.”
Bokap si cowok : “Yo wis tho, hari ini dipuas-puasin jalan-jalannya”
Cewek : “Iya nih tante, liat aja deh, besok si X bakal diem-diem nangis ditinggal mamanya. Dah gede gini masih gembeng oom, tapi ga mau keliatan nangis. Kangen ama mamanya ntar” (ke cowok) “Jangan nangis ya, sayang …”

Dan walaupun gue ngga menyaksikan langsung ekspresi mereka, tapi yang gue pengen tau adalah gimana perasaan orang tua si cowok, terutama sang nyokap, yang harus ketinggalan berbagai perubahan dalam hidup anaknya, dan tinggal menyaksikan hasil jadi dari perubahan itu. Berubah, karena mungkin sang nyokap ngeliat betapa perhatiannya si pacar terhadap putranya itu, kaya udah ada yang ngurusin hidupnya sekarang, dan itu bukan tugas si nyokap lagi. Berubah ‘kan?

Bingung? Kenapa musti bingung?

Sebenernya emang bukan hal yang aneh waktu begitu kita lepas dari SMA/SMU, sebagian dari kita udah mulai kuliah di luar kota atau luar negeri, yang berarti belajar idup sendiri dengan cara ngekos ato ngontrak tempat tinggal. Nah, disaat pisah dari orang tua inilah benernya kita mulai ngebangun diri kita sendiri mulai dari awal lagi. Apa-apa aja yang dulu pernah kita kerjain sebelum tinggal sendiri, memang ga bakal pernah ilang, lha wong kesimpen di memori otak. Some say our childhood memories will serve as a platform for our adulthood upbringing. As much as this statement is open to argument, I’d still take it as something in grey are requiring more scientific evidence strong enough to validate this. Lha wong pas jaman SMA aja udah banyak yang ngecap gue bi-goss, sekarang … errrr … koq gue menjebak diri gue sendiri sih! 😀

Anyway, yang gue pengen tau disini adalah seberapa siap sih orangtua ngelepas anaknya ke ‘kehidupan lain’, ato mungkin ke kehidupan masa depan anak itu sendiri?

Terus terang aja gue belum bisa jawab pertanyaan ini karena belum ada satupun saudara kandung gue yang menikah, jadi gue belum bisa ngeliat gimana reaksi ekspresi orang tua gue ketika harus ngelepas salah satu dari kita untuk menjadi pasangan hidup orang lain. Sialnya lagi, sudah sekitar 6 tahun terakhir ini, gue ngga pernah dateng acara kawinan satu pun! Percaya ga percaya, gue belum pernah dateng satu pun kawinan temen SMA gue, huhuhuhuh … Kalo kalian baca ini, maafkanlah, dan … Salam Mitreka! 😀
Begitu juga dengan kawinan sodara-sodara sendiri, ga pernah ada yang gue datengin selama lebih dari separo dekade ini, jadi memori tentang reaksi para oom dan tante gue sebatas apa yang gue inget sampe jaman SMA dulu.

Sebagian besar dari para oom dan tante yang notabene adalah para orangtua dari sodara sepupu gue itu bersikap biasa aja, pasrah, dan menerima anak mereka ngejalanin hidup dengan pacar mereka yang naik status sebagai suami/istri itu sebagai bagian dari perjalanan hidup. Seperti layaknya juga dengan apa yang terjadi setelah pernikahan, be it giving birth to their children, perceraian, kawin lagi, kematian, and many other catastrophes.
Mungkin ada sedikit perasaan berat yang ga pernah keungkap. Mungkin ada sedikit konflik, lahir ato batin, yang terjadi sebelum proses serah terima itu (emang lagi jual rumah bo?!). Dan mungkin karena udah begitu pasrahnya, jadi nrimo aja dengan segala hal yang udah berubah dalam hidup.

Life is a rollercoaster ride, it ain’t fun if it ain’t change from up to down, forming a full circle.

Dan seperti biasa, tulisan tak berujung tak berpangkal ini cuman sedikit ngomongin ketakjuban gue ama the changing of us. Itu aja koq 😉

 
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Posted by on 07/15/2005 in Bahasa Indonesia

 

in-between

if home is a place where we can’t be honest to ourselves,

if a comfort zone is a place where we can’t escape the scrutiny of being pressurized,

if home is a place where to be bold means sacrificing our comfort,

if a comfort zone is a place where to be free has to miss our home,

if home is merely a state of mind,

if a comfort zone is merely man-made creation,

where do we stand then?

 
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Posted by on 07/11/2005 in English

 

War of the Worlds

Love him. Hate him. Adore him. Dismiss him. Indifferent? Neutral?

The two latter words have never arisen to surface when we start talking about this dream-maker who goes by the name of Steven Spielberg. At least, not until we watch his latest work, War of the Worlds.

War of the Worlds

The reason for those first words is quite clear: those who praise him tend to faithfully worship him regardless of his misfires on Amistad or The Lost World for example, whereas for those who bash him out will suppress their feelings on marvel works a la The Color Purple or Raiders of the Lost Ark. Hardly we think “it’s good, but …” or “it should’ve been this or that, then it’ll be good or bad” since Spielberg presents his work as representation of his own dream, his own fantasy world he longs to exist in reality. Not quite an auteur though, but there is a certain visual element on each of his work, often superbly crafted that will leave us feeling mesmerized. The bleak look of World War II is captured convincingly through the lens of Janusz Kaminski in Schindler’s List, the swinging 60’s has never looked any brighter in Catch Me If You Can, and the marriage of high-technology concept and futuristic look reaches its highest point in Minority Report. Regardless my disliking towards the latter film, the look itself is enough to keep me glued to the seat and getting overblown by his magic. This is something lacking on his second collaboration with perfectly miscast Tom Cruise here.

Or at least inconsistencies keep occurring throughout the film. I jumped off my seat while reeling the glowing looks surrounding Miranda Otto and David Alan Basche, suggesting the dreamy-like surrounding in the scene. A good five-to-ten seconds there, only to be ruined with the monotonous grayish coloring throughout early scenes, with certain gap of stillness in-between the scenes. Call me being unknowledgeable on examining Spielberg’s films but I can’t help scratching my head over things you least expect from a Spielberg film. Not to mention other kind of inconsistencies in logicality of the story that will leave smiles on the faces of trivia and goofs spotter out there, and failure to bring out the best in Tim Robbins and surprisingly annoying Dakota Fanning.

War of the Worlds

Does he want a breakthrough? Artificial Intelligence does better than that. It may be a tribute to Stanley Kubrick, but Spielberg does inject his personal touch that makes the film adorable despite its semi-controversial subject. Spielberg’s films stand for his own testament on how to amuse audience in genres crossing over one another, that we often think no other directors can make or re-create Spielberg’s films. Sadly, when I set my eyes to the big screen in Lido Theatre watching Tom Cruise trying too hard to act appropriately to his character, I can’t help wondering that this film should have been directed by someone else, to make it better.

The moment of revelation? Morgan Freeman’s majestic voice over.

War of the Worlds

 
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Posted by on 07/05/2005 in English, Film

 

Swan Lake

The United Kingdom’s prestigious The Royal Ballet Company presented everything that rings true in treating a timeless tale as legendary as Swan Lake: it needs to be royally grand in terms of staging, it needs to be emotionally engaging to keep audience seated for 165 minutes, and it needs to be magical to make audience keep humming Tchaikovsky’s delicately crafted tunes long after the show ends. Such impossible tasks were embarked effortlessly by the 90-strong troupe highly respected as one of the most sought-after ballet companies in the world. Staged as part of Singapore Arts Festival 2005, it was hardly any surprise to find most of tickets had been snapped up months earlier leading to the three-night only presentation.

Swan Lake

On Friday night, 24 June 2005, the 2,000-seats of Esplanade Theatre, Singapore, became a witness of dazzling spectacle set in the late 19th-century Russia, where a prince by the name of Siegfried is having a coming-of-age party, and the eventful occasion turns to be a more delightful one when he encounters a flock of swans, and decidedly ends the festivities with a hunt on a deserted lakeside by ruins of a chapel. Little does he know that the lake is an enchanted place where the Swan Princess Odette lives together with her fellow victims of Von Rothbart, an evil magician who turns them into swans by day, yet they can return to the form of human beings by night. The lake itself is a lake of tears shed by Odette’s mother over the suffering of her daughter’s fated destiny. However, this cursed spell can be broken only when someone who has never loved before, will pledge and sacrifice his eternity to Odette.

Knowing that Siegfried will take more than anything to rescue and prove his love to Odette, Von Rothbart does a dirty trick by transforming his own daughter, Odile, into bearing a similar physical resemblance to Odette. The prince dances with Odile, whom he mistakenly assumes as Odette, at the kingdom’s ball, and captivated by her beauty, he proposes to her in front of the royal court. When the royal family accepts his initiative, Von Rothbart begins to reveal the truest layer of his plan, leaving Siegfried disappointed and hurrying down to the lake in search of Odette.

Hearing the heart-wrenching news, the real Odette decides to face death by perishing herself in the waves of the lake, so as to free herself from the evil power. Siegfried pursues Odette there, while Von Rothbart who insists him on marrying Odile threatens him. Not wanting to leave Odette being a swan forever if he marries Odile, Siegfried decides to be united with Odette in death. Von Rothbart and his power fall, the swan maidens are freed and the lake will linger in memory as a witness of star crossed lovers.

Swan Lake

Under the guidance of conductor Valery Ovsyanikov with the strong support from Shanghai Philharmonic Orchestra, the audience was transported to the fantasy world divided in four equally elegant acts: Act I on the initial party celebrating Prince Siegfried’s coming of age, Act II lays the lake where the swans flock to the spotlight, Act III presents the dazzling colors of costume ball, and the final act IV revolves around the lake to resolute the lovers’ destiny. These acts are conceived and brought to the audience eloquently in enviable stage and costume designs meticulously conceptualized and gorgeously presented in Faberge inspired style by the designer Yolanda Sonnabend, as if to enhance the truest quality the ballet company has in store to bring the tale lively on a grand scale performance. The bare proscenium arch stage of Esplanade Theatre could not be more fitting to accommodate the extravaganza set which draws disbelief sighs often heard among audience in seeing how the stage is imbued within the ballerinas’ elastic movements that deserve numerous applause throughout the show. Whereas it may be impossible to place a certain divided notion among each and every dancer performed on the night, it is inevitable not to praise Roberta Marquez and Johan Kobborg, as Odette/Odile and Prince Siegfried respectively, in carrying their roles with graceful and irresistible presence.

For sure, the troupe has done a testament that will leave Marius Petipa, the initial choreographer, feeling proud of the work he had started more than nine decades ago.

The timeless beauty will remain eternally beauty as it is meant to be.

 
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Posted by on 07/03/2005 in English