Kamu pernah hadir.
Tapi tolong!
Kamu sudah pergi.
Jangan kembali.
Aku tidak pernah sekali atau dua
Mendatangkanmu.
Jadi biarlah apa yang dulu ada
Mengapung.
Sudahlah!
Kibasan ini ngga perlu ditepiskan
Atas nama segala rasa hormat
Percaya
Kebaikan
Kesejahteraan
dan segala bentuk Kehidupan
berikut Kepercayaan
sudah cukup yang dulu itu.
Terimakasih kalau aku memang pernah berarti,
Terimakasih kalau aku memang pernah tersakiti,
Terimakasih kalau aku memang pernah di ujung langit,
Terimakasih semua untuk sosok penampakanmu.
Tapi inilah yang terjadi.
Tolong jangan kembali.
Sekali lagi.
— sejuta lagu cengeng dalam putaran otak —
Author Archives: nauvalyazid
Not. Just …
10 DVDs in 2004
Notice how I insist in not using ‘Top 10’? Why does it have to be ‘top’, suggesting that these 10 DVDs would be on ‘top’ of any other DVDs, while we can’t help championing what many people have been campaigning: arts should not be put in competition. Again, this debate will drag on another issue how films have to be treated separately from ‘arts’, or have films achieved a special place in arts, it will just nicely serve the endless mind-boggling discussion while the ship has sailed away far from the intended destination …
No ratings given (if your curiosity is really that freakingly high, ask me personally about the ratings I gave to these films) as I believe that such an intangible, fragile works have to be appreciated with an open mind and objective point of view, which will exclude any existence of numbers and figures.
No ranking orders either as they are scatteredly placed to avoid any preference, the fairness of arrangement that I can think of lies on the date of viewing itself.
These are 10 DVDs which gave me a thrill and pleasant film-watching experience that I personally will be more than excited to revisit and relive the experience:
Central Station (1998, Brazil)
What appears on the surface as a typical sappy flick of how a sudden appearance of a stranger in a woman’s life would change her character and life altogether proves to be completely wrong.
Fernanda Montenegro in her worthy Oscar-nominated role shines in a chilling, uncompromising portrayal of an anti-heroine facing a tough life every second and minute of her life in the slums of Rio de Janeiro, only to be confronted with an innocent presence of a young kid hopelessly searching for his father, the journey taken together would be a trip their lives have been unknowingly prepared.
Walter Salles has all the good qualities in his hands, a tight, well-written script enhanced with a breathtaking, gorgeous snap shots of Brazilian panoramic view that only adds this already beautiful film an additional magic.
Touching, without being a tear-jerker.
Inspiring, without being preachy.
And finding oneself, without compromising honesty.
400 Blows (1959, France)
Anyone citing any films on growing-up-is-hard-to-go-through story would definitely have to include this psychologically brutal film mirroring reality in a convincing manner. An autobiographical of Francois Truffaut? Well, what is not autobiographical whenever we surrender ourselves to immerse in our works? A certain influence contributed in it would be marked in a certain extent, resulting how ‘personal’ your works turn out to be.
Which is what makes 400 Blows compelling to watch, something you can’t even find in the future Antoine Doinel series as Truffaut may had been trapped into the dangerous territory of sequel-making. A continous threat, indeed.
Days of Wine and Roses (1962, USA)
To date, at the time of writing, a mere mention of the title, just the title, still gives me a shudder and a certain degree of … fear. Fear of being one, an alcoholic. An acute alcoholic who worships the majesty atmosphere in being taken to a seemingly realm world of blunt and illusion. An acute alcoholic who seems to be unable to kneel down picking up the shattering life broken into puzzling pieces. An acute alcoholic who drowns himself, willingly and unwillingly at the same time, to a place of longingness and loneliness.
Mind you, this is a Hollywood film, the one that goes beyond a manufactured norm of censors, the one that was painstakingly created to give a chilling effect thanks to the superb performances from Jack Lemmon and Lee Remick who amazingly step into their character’s skins, so much so that you can’t help wondering, do they, or don’t they? They might be doing the torture of themselves, which translated into an amazing showcase of pain and disgracefulness of alcoholism.
No smile, no laughter, no flirtatious look, no usual cracks of nice, sweet Lemmon.
No glance of beauty of those enviable blond hair of Remmick.
If you think Blake Edwards only does his best at Pink Panther series, think again. Think of how a master in slapstick, physical comedy will do in his darkest hour yet.
Repeated viewing? Think again.
Jules et Jim (1962, France)
How nice it is to see two entries from Francois Truffaut here, considering that I often detest his works made in 1970s to be exact, but along with 400 Blows, Jules et Jim marked his entry as an auteur in an era of what they refer as French New Wave cinema, a ‘little’ breakthrough in the history of filmmaking, unconventional, rebellious, yet you can’t help reeling for more.
And who wouldn’t fall in love, condemn, and empathy with Jeanne Moreau as she began to wane in the tragedy set by herself?
Being an audience of modern cinema myself, I can’t help trying to trace how this film would evoke a sense of sentimentalism in a relationship-of-three going to make the companies overwhelmed by the outburst of emotional feelings a la Neil Jordan’s The End of the Affair, or in a little shift of pace, Alfonso Cuaron’s Y Tu Mama Tambien …
His Girl Friday (1940, USA)
Even when I just began typing the title, I found myself smiling widely while staring at this notebook, rekindling the good memory still lingers on my mind when I remember how jolly it was watching this film, enjoying every single minute, and I mean every second of chattiness, witty lines and everything that makes this cleverly written film as a towering landmark of screwball comedy.
Not even today, way past of Tom Hanks-Meg Ryan era or at the hype of Before Sunset and such, can romantic, comedy, or combination of both make a good use of punchlines which are skilfully crafted and catered at a great speed that wouldn’t leave you a hiss of chance to catch your breath from laughing.
Cary Grant, being an actor named Cary Grant himself, may be only doing what he does best as usual: suave, charming, a gentleman’s gentleman who dares risking himself as an object of ridicule while still maintaining his charisma that will surely sweep off every ladies’ feet and be envied by other guys in the room, but in doing so, he couldn’t be any better here under the masterful direction of Howard Hawks, whom I have to tip my hat off in being one of the few directors who defined romantic comedy itself along with the likes of Ernst Lubitsch and such.
Of course, in an era of tough woman, Rosalind Russell bares and blends herself whole-heartedly in her Hildy Johnson character, a smart, sassy, independent, smart journalist Hollywood can only dream of, which would forever be carried over to her other performances, notably those she did superbly in Auntie Mame and Gypsy.
Not even just a filler for your rainy Saturday afternoon, I can see myself going to put it highly on my library …
Zelig (1983, USA)
I was fooled!
Oh dear good old Woody Allen‘s films, how you never fail to amaze me, to the state of glee!
If you think that this time around Woody Allen still sticks his nose to usual theme of psychological problems of modern human beings in their own paranoia, narcissm, insecurities and longingness, all I can say is that you can be right, but you can be wrong as well. The subject, Mr. Zelig himself, no matter how you may analyze and interpret him as having a mentally-challenged mind, he lives and breathes himself like a chameleon. At least we’ve got one thing clear, but a mere narration of this story would only bury this film deep down underneath his other great works.
This time around, he made a documentary. Or shall I say, a ‘documentary’? You watch it yourself, you decide, because I can’t stop giggling now, a few months later, that …
I was fooled! In a much delightful way!
Breathless (1960, France)
Jean Paul Belmondo in his dress-to-the-nine suit, that hat, that cigarette at the corner of his mouth, taking a stroll along a pedestrian corner in Paris, humming, only to be interrupted by the lovely sound of …
“New York Herald Tribune!”
Jean Seberg in her tight T-shirt, short hair that strengthens her sassiness instead of being boyish, appearing from the right side, walking slightly brisky, and turning herself around Belmondo to begin their short, sweet, murderous affair …
Those indelible images that captured and melted hearts of many filmgoers at that time, and until now, I am sitting here casting my mind back in one hot Thursday afternoon watching the two rascals indulging themselves in their own time that seems to stand still.
How I was transported to their world of dangerously addictive crime of passion without even realizing that a certain presence of a director did mastermind this all, and certainly the world would always welcome Jean-Luc Godard as the most prominent director, the most reliable and knowledgeable film scholars-cum-film critics the world of cinema would always be able to rely on for all his outsanding works that speak for one thing: a film can be unflinchingly cool.
Now I know why Bernardo Bertolucci was in despair of making a tribute by presenting this annoying film called The Dreamers …
Young Frankenstein (1974, USA)
Not just a little giggle, I am now laughing!
Such a zany, insane yet brilliant this ‘mad’ man who goes by the name of Mel Brooks, master of parody whom Wayans brothers and other aspiring cheap comedy directors should take a lesson or two that parody itself need not be grossed out to generate good laughs. It all lies on the writings, that’s what this madcap film trying to say, and how to make it comical at the same time.
One can only wonder what went on in Brook’s mind when he directed the film, or rather, what were Gene Wilder and Brooks thinking?
A genius, a superb film indeed!
And do consider this trivia: The cast and especially Mel Brooks had so much fun and were so upset when principal photography was almost completed, that Mel added scenes to continue shooting.
See? I can’t even give my proper comment here, hahaha! Ask me, just ask me personally! 🙂
Black Orpheus (1959, France/Brazil/Italy)
A Greek tale of Orpheus and Eurydice gets a Samba treatment that helps to launch and refine a new genre of Latin jazz as what we see today. Surprisingly faithful to the core of the original story, this film is as blatant as it can be in portraying the real low-life of Rio de Janeiro, completed with innocent, naive romances that would seem to go nowhere as their fate could only be destined and shattered by the Death, in a presence that seem to make a good joke of Ingmar Bergman’s Seventh Seal. Still, with maddening and deafening projected images of that (in)famous Rio carnaval serve as a platform of the story, watching the film seems like surrounding yourself with a pulsating beats of laid-back jazz while sipping a fuzzy warm of chocolate coffee in one hot Saturday afternoon, yet you feel distance away from the reality as you position yourself under the shower of fabricated air.
Addictive.
Darling (1965, UK)
Many people would be quick to point out Midnight Cowboy should be considered as John Schlesinger‘s main breakthrough in presenting a gay character explicitly.
I place that notion to this film, on top of other sexual freedom wraps the film in a cold, unpretentious manner which greatly helped make the film stands the test of time, no matter how it is considered ‘mild’ by today’s standard … of what? Bare-it-all sex? Isn’t it better to have it subdued?
And isn’t it better to have it suited and tailored perfectly fitted to the era where the characters breathe their lives in?
Watching Julie Christie transforming herself on the mask of many characters we seem to be unable to trace the roots would only enhance my admiration to her terribly believable persona that she holds until today, a glowing innerself she projected out to the character she embodies well, and witnessing her breakdowns was one of the very few difficult times I had to bear throughout countless film-watching experience.
How can one envy of all the willingness to rebel in an era of being opressed while keeping the good elements of both sides …
Afraid?
Tuhan,
ternyata lebih menyenangkan memakai logika
yang selama ini tersimpan rapi di seberang meja setrikaan
karena saya lebih memilih rasa jiwa yang membungkusi nafsu
menuruti apa yang orang anggap sebagai ‘kata hati’
tapi nyatanya tak tersambung dengan akal pikiran yang jelas
letaknya paling atas menutupi ubun-ubun.
Tapi Tuhan,
kenapa sih Kamu bermain-main dengan nasib dan jatuh bangun manusia-Mu?
pelatihan mental sih bener,
tapi ketika saya tercampakkan di dalamnya,
waduh!
pertama seneng,
terus dah biasa,
terakhir malah pengen cepet-cepet menyudahi,
tapi beneran, masih bersyukur koq!
malahan,
aku kepengen lagi.
merasa apa yang dirasa dengan segenap-genapnya jiwa
yang berapa pun itu jumlahnya,
jiwa koq dihitung!
kalo dihitung berarti ada indikasi korban
sementara saya,
*menelan ludah*
tak mau (terlalu) berkorban untuk
mempunyai perasaan itu.
Tuhan,
sungguh yang Maha Adil!
menciptakan suatu keberanian yang kemudian
berbalik arah menjadi ketakutan karena rasa tidak percaya diri
karena penampakan yang Engkau anugerahi ini
ternyata masih ada yang memuji.
basa-basi.
maupun setulus hati.
Ah!
Tuhan,
let me play the fool again.
but don’t let me be one.
Terima kasih karena yang ini telah datang,
Tuhan!
Meski meskipun masih mempertanyakan
Kenapa harus begini lagi?
Ah!
“I’m afraid to fall in love again.”
“Or are you afraid to get hurt?”
“There’s always the possibility, rite?”
“Two sides of a coin, remember that”
Oh Tuhan,
jangan biarkan Minnie Driver nyanyi lagi,
suaranya pas-pasan!
Tapi dasar manusia tukang kritik yah,
akhirnya saya malah humming lagu ini sepanjang malam …
Mungkin, ya mungkin,
Belajar untuk sendiri, meski selama ini kesendirian lah yang membuat hidup lebih berisi …
Child of the wilderness / Born into emptiness /
Learn to be lonely / Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you / Comfort and care for you /
Learn to be lonely / Learn to be your one companion
Never dreamed out in the world / There are arms to hold you /
You’ve always known / Your hope is on its own
So laugh in your loneliness / Child of the wilderness /
Learn to be lonely / Learn how to love
Life that is lived alone
— alam kembara pikiran lah tempat dimana eksistensimu masih dan akan selalu meraja —
Scattered Words. 1
(Coffee Club Raffles City – sinful indulgence!)
P : I dunno, feel like being a girl means being like a Christmas
N : Eerrr .. I dun gedit
P : Aiyah, you know, like Christmas shopping lah! 21’s getting interesting, 22’s getting more …
N : Ahahahahaha! 23’s the peak rite?!
P : 24’s sudden rush! panic time! 25 … burst out!
N : Hiehieehahahahahahaha ! 26 overbloated already!
P : Hahaha, got it?
N : Ya lah, no need to worry, dear!
At the Movies with …
+ Dingiiiiinnnnn!
– Iiiiyyyaaa … Jaket gue cungkring gini, duh serasa nonton di Cine deh!
+ Hihihi, diubunginnya ama pelem terus! Elo demen nonton pelem banget sih!
– Ehehehehe … Everyone has their own indulgences, darling, elo juga suka nonton pelem gitu loh!
+ Beda ama elo kali babe, di analisa, di review, di komentarin satu-satu, di data my goodness sake sumpah deh kebiasaan elo satu ini yaaaa …
– Yah kan biar gampang gue inget-inget kapan gue nonton pelem ini, dimana, ama siapa, ada kejadian apa, tapi yang paling penting sih bacotan gue tentang pelem itu, ga bisa diem gue abis nonton pelem, at least on my mind.
+ Hihihihi, kirain elo bakal ngoceh-ngoceh sendiri pas elo nonton sendirian, kali gituh!
– Wakakakakakaka, giling! Eh tapi inget ga minggu lalu Dendry yang nanya kapan terakhir ketemu ama kalian-kalian, trus dia bilang “Kaya’nya baru minggu lalu kalian ketemu dah kangen-kangenan gini”, trus elo bilang “Seminggu itu lama, you know!”, dan gue nyambung “Iye, yang kita nonton ber-7 itu, tanggal 28 November di Lido, yang kita kepisah gara-gara ada yang last minute request dadakan yeee, dah tau masuk websitenya Shaw naujubile susahnya mo book tiket!”, trus Dendry cuman bengong “Ya ampun, elo inget?” dan gue cuman senyum-senyum nyengir, “Yee, susah kali, tiap kali nonton gue catetin kapan dimana nyah!” Hihihihih!
+ Sial siul, nguik elo ye! Eh tapi pertama kali kita nonton bareng kapan yah?
– Jamdul banget jaman kuliah jaman gue masih ga ganteng, hihihi! Yang kalo nonton ber-10 ato ber-15, trus yang milihin pelem kalo ga si Aki, si Awong, sumpah selera pelemnya ga ada yang bener!
+ Muahahahaha, yo’eh! Apa aja tuh, “The Ninth Gate“, trus “Mystery Men“, eh elo pernah salah milih “Random Hearts” super ngantukin!
– Maap ama yang terakhir, gue pikir Sydney Pollack, can do no wrong! Tapi jazz score nya ngena tuh di gue, walopun sumpah itu pelem kaya udah di remove sendiri ama si sutradaranya. Si ‘Mystery’ gue ga nonton, kalo ‘Ninth Gate’ benernya OK koq, underrated gara-gara mereka sok bikin trailer yg bilang kalo ini pelem horror, jadinya orang ngarepin itu!
+ Yang bikin itu si sutradaranya The Pianist kan?
– He eh, bapak Roman Polanski.
(buzz! New message)
+ Eh tapi elo penonton teater juga gitu loh …
– Haduh, frekuensi ga sesering pelem kali, cinta pertama gue gitu loh!
+ Doh sampe segitunya! Tapi iya sih, gue kalo pacaran juga nonton pelem lah, standar …
– Hihihi, dudul, gue malah dari dulu ga pernah nonton ama pacar! Kuakakakaka … Pacaran mana pernah nonton bareng gue, sedih, ga ada kenangan “gue dulu pernah nonton bareng pelem ini ama dia”, yang ada malah pacar-pacar gue pada nanya “di sini lagi maen A B C D, ada yang elo rekomendasiin?” dan biasanya gue cuman jawab basa-basi “yah kalo elo suka action, mungkin elo consider B, kalo mo komedi, nonton si C”, duh, ama pacar sendiri sok politically correct coba! Hihihihi … Padahal dalem ati gue cuman bisa “najesh, pacar gue nontonnya pelem ginian?” Huahahahaha!
+ Ember! Duh untung gue ngerti elo ye, mana mau elo gue ajak nonton pelem-pelem model “Dude, Where’s My Car?”
– Wakakakakaka! Si Copper dan pelem tolol paporitnya itu, sampe pasang poster di kamarnya! Kuakakakakaka ..
+ Huhuhuhu, emang nasib tuh anak dah garing, tontonan parah! Eh tapi elo demen “Scary Movie” ..
– Nyang pertama doang! Benernya gue suka juga pelem-pelem silly, selama mereka serius juga bikin silly nya! Duh, ga gampang kali bikin pelem komedi, kalo elo tau Billy Wilder ..
+ Sape lagi?
– Sutradara terkenal taun 50-an, dia sutradara hebat yang bisa bikin semua jenis pelem, nah, dia tuh bikin slapstick comedy “Some Like It Hot“, ato komedi cerdas kaya “The Apartment“, ato yang ga terlalu terkenal juga kaya “Irma La Douce” juga masih smart, witty …
+ Smart? Witty? Kita lagi ngomongin pelem ato tipe pacar elo sih?!? Hahahahah!
(blush!)
+ So, tipe pelem bagus menurut elo apa sih?
– Haiyah! Nanya spesifik dong ah, bagus yang gimana?
+ Heh kebanyakan bacot elo ah, dah tau gue bukan film freak macem elo!
– Huhuhuhu, sorry deeehhh! Pelem bagus? Well, indikasi gampangnya nih, gue jadi pengen terlibat di pelem itu, hahaahaha! Gue pengen maen, jadi salah satu karakter, bayangin kehidupan gue kaya di pelem itu, hahahaha … Geuleuh super deh gue! Misalnya nih kaya “Eliana, Eliana“, gue bisa relate banget ama karakter-karakter disitu, karakter orang kota besar yang udah ga punya identitas kultural kan? Ato kalo ngga ya pelem yang bisa bikin gue tercengang, duh tercengang, ya yang bisa bikin gue melongo, speechless and stunned, soalnya pelem itu unik, endingnya biasanya yang bikin gue kaget, bisa jadi karena sesuai dugaan gue yang selalu gue mikir “kalo endingnya dibikin gantung, pelem ini jadi bagus!” which to certain films that kind of thing applies, dan yang norak lagi, gue tepuk tangan kalo pelem itu bagus! Hihihihihi …
+ Boneng elo! Duh punya temen kaya elo berasa nonton layar tancep kelurahan jamdul!
– Situ anaknya pak Lurah yah yang suka muter pelem perjuangan kalo dah 17-an di lapangan bola? Hihihihi … Eh iya, gue ga nyadar kebiasaan tepuk tangan ini, dulu nonton “L.A. Confidential” gue tepuk tangan, si Curtis Hanson emang gila bisa bikin film noir sebagus itu! Ato “Hable con Ella” nya Pedro Almodovar yang kaya lagi di tepi aliran sungai yang mengalun tenang, riak-riak kecilnya ga ngeganggu …
+ Huaaa! Musti nonton neh gue!
– Banget! Oh tema pelem yang gue suka juga ini nih, berkisar ke reminiscence of glorious old days in cinema!
+ Erm, maksud elo?
– Pelem tentang pelem. Ato ttg kejayaan pelem jaman dulu. Kaya “Cinema Paradiso” yang indah itu, bahkan gue punya certain weakness buat “The Majestic” nya Jim Carrey, mungkin karena gue pas kecil banget dulu pernah ngerasain satu gedung khusus buat bioskop dimana semua orang dateng emang buat nonton pelem itu, ngga kaya sekarang yang cineplex di dalem mall, ga dapet tiket ya shopping! Ga fokus dong ah! Gue suka nonton pelem di bioskop karena elo lebih terfokus perhatian elo, being in a darkened room gitu loh, immerse yourself for 2 hours or more, glued to the screen, staring at the magical world of films, kalo di kamar, yang entar elo nelpon gue lah, ato “Oooii! Matiin aer!”, ato “Cucian sapa neeehh!”, ato SMS, ato ada yang ketok-ketok di Yahoo, ga dapet soul-nya, apalagi nonton pelem di tipi, kepotong iklan!
(buuzzzz! Incoming calls)
– Satpam kali pacar elo, heran, dah tau elo jalan ama gue ngga bakal ngapa-ngapain!
+ Hahahaha, ya gitu deh, namanya juga cemburu ini, eh by the way, pernah ga ngalamin kejadian aneh-aneh pas nonton pelem?
– Kaya nungguin elo yang telat gituh?
+ Huahahahha, siyal! Ya ga kale, itu mah biasa, gue gitu loh, seleb …
– Najesh! Hmmm … Oh akhir taun lalu nih, gue ngebet banget ngejar nonton pelemnya Sean Penn gituh deh di Malaysia …
+ Pelem apa?
– Ah jangan kesebut dulu dong! Gue mo bikin list Movies of the Year ntar!
+ Centil! Ya su, lanjut!
– Iye, tuh pelem maen lebih dulu daripada di sini, kiasu dong gue pagi-pagi kesana, pelem maen jam 11, gara-gara imigrasi laknat itu ngantrinya jam-jaman, gue nyampe sana … 11.40! Asli deh gue langsung jutek seharian, Jer ama Val kaya dah capek nyenengin gue, gue dibawa ke Giant lah, maen bowling, gue teteup keukeuh berjutek! Sampe akhirnya pelem itu masuk sini bulan Februari, gue nonton ama si Jer dia cuman melotot sambil, “Puas elo?!” Hihihihi … Tapi ga rugi kan gue, pelem nya bagus!
+ Huhuhuhuh … Elo tuh yee, eh tapi denger-denger pas Singapur pelem festival kemaren ada cerita tuh …
– Hah? Aaaahhhh, ciiisss! Koq elo tau seehhh?
+ Huhuhuhu … Giling sih elo, waktu itu sama si (*sensor!*)
– Yo’eh, kan malemnya (*sensor!*)
+ Haaahhh? Jadi itu?? Iiihhhh, nistaaa, kan gue (*sensor!*)
– Huhuhu, dan besoknya gue nonton 4 pelem sajah! Jam 11 nonton pelem Spanyol, artisnya dateng padahal tapi dasar pelem gatot, teteup gatot, ga jelas, sok mau kaya Robert Altman! trus jam 2 nonton pelem Israel, then jam 4.30 kan nonton PELEM KITA BANGET itu lho, gue datengnya sembunyi-sembunyi lagi, kuakakakak …
+ Hooaaa, PELEM KITA BERSAMA ituh, ah kayanya juga itu pelem semua orang yang kaya kita kali, kaya elo terutama! Hihihihi …
– Ember! Terakhir sih jam 7 nonton pelem dokumenter mantan menteri luar negeri Amrik, ini bagus banget!
+ Masuk list elo taun ini dong?
– Liat aja nanti!
+ Deu dasar, eh by the way, heheheh … Bayarin dulu dong … Hohoho ..
– Eh dodol, gue belom gajiaaann … Ggrrgghhhh …
Here. Now. Far.
– a little break from continuation of DVDs posting –
Towards the end of the year when you start questioning, reviewing, caleidoscope-ing what has happened in a year we are about to leave, I put mine in a bigger scope.
It’s been 5 years stranded on a tiny island.
How do I describe?
Kent Ridge Hall. YIH. LT 13. Seaview. Library, level 2. Shuttle bus. Extension A. PGP. Projects. Film Studies. Lighting Design. Production. PJ. Jac. Cluster Leader. Waiter. Clown. Airport Counter. Overweight, Underpaid. Festival Assistant. Extend. Toshiba DVD Player. Esplanade Library. GV Marina. SFS. Cineleisure. 106. Borders. That CD Shop. Gramophone. Far East Plaza. China Square. Maxwell Food Court. Es Teler. Al Azhar. Abang. Wild Rice. Checkpoint. JB. Bachelor of Arts. Bintan. Tanjong Pagar. IKEA. Joo Chiat. East Coast. Changi Airport. Victoria Theatre. PINUS. Holland Village. Bukit Batok. Clementi. HMV. Al Falah. Alexandra. Geylang. Come Out. Taboo. Deception. Starhub. Auction. Bambang. Sight & Sound. Lido. Tanglin. Warung Nasir. Mos Burger. Kampong Glam. NUH. Mango Longan. Space. Expo. Bussorah Street. Warehouse. Fort Canning. Embassy. Cavanagh Bridge. Arts House.
Friends.
In three words : My Comfort Zone.
— if i had to recall / the drop dead smile of yours / my mind cast back to the longing days / should it be forgotten / the smooth jokes from that tiny mouth / time would surely stand still / it has never come to any possession / walking thru numbered days / not just a seemingly real dream of ours … —
2004 – A Year in DVDs
55 films over 365 days.
Not many, don’t you think?
Yet, it can be perfectly described as a struggle, to truly watch and examine those 55 films in a year, when immersing oneself to a world of imagery and dreams has become a luxury I always look forward to.
Whenever my fingers tip-toed along the shelves of Esplanade Library on a certain day or night, whenever any 30-minute would be well-spent spoiling myself over fabulous collection of DVDs and video cassettes, whenever a sudden additional load of a few pounds filled in my bag, I made sure that those films were meant to be appreciated, just like any finer things in life.
Mistakes, errors, disappointment encountered, a few of them indeed, for no matter how hard you keep your standard up, stumbling upon undesired ones might make us regard the counterparts deeper, and more honest.
I may not equip myself with a good excuse over the horrible selection on the films like The Big Bus which shows that a spoof flick may work hazardously to the film itself, or some promising works that only work best at the surface, at the mere concept or ideas turned horribly wrong like Scenes from A Mall or films that could knock everyone off yet unclear in the direction taken, like Searching for Debra Winger.
In a spirit of the late Frank Sinatra during the holiday spirit, melancholy season towards the end of the year, I can only mutter:
“Regrets/I have a few/But then again/To few to mention …”
I present to you my list of DVDs I have seen from the period of 1 December 2003 – 30 November 2004. They are worth your time, your piece of mind, your laughter, your tears, your anger, your joy, your bitches, your word-of-mouth, and your repeated viewings.
HONORABLE MENTIONS
Tears of the Black Tiger (Thailand, 2000)
How should one revive a dying genre when the audience seem to be contaminated with formulaic films? Apparently, Wisit Sasanatieng was daring enough to blend the spaghetti-Western theme with your below-average soap-opera story of love lost, and found, and shattered. The result was beyond expectation. A visual feast enhanced by dazzling images and imaginative settings, in a lush colors that spark vibrancy of what would be a mere dramatic cliche.
If you are familiar with Visa advertisement card, look out for scene stealing turn from the taxi driver guy on the ad!
Long time ago, I always thought that this film dealt with theme of outer space, alien, extraordinary creatures, hey don’t point your fingers, we do encounter them briefly as suggester by those B-grade sci-fi flicks 🙂
Yet, this is David Lean in his pre-Doctor Zhivago or Lawrence of Arabia days, those Hollywood glamour days. This is David Lean at his utmost frankness layered and covered with emotional restraints perfectly conceived by Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard who went to their extreme in baring their souls upon this tale of unrequited love. After all, Lean placed a remark to the filn industry that never looked back ever since: infidelity is a grandeur.
Can’t help noticing the pattern that right after David Lean’s film, the next on the list is the film from a director widely regarded as the modern Lean due to his magnificent magic in adapting impossibly-adaptable literary works. And like Lean himself, Minghella’s first work actually allows us to see another side of his sensitivity towards domestic matter, wrapped in a feel-good humor and ability in transcending dreams into reality.
Sadly, the film was not widely known for its time release coincided with another similar film, no matter how sappy and over-the-top melodramatized the latter is, but no actress can pull it greater than Juliet Stevenson in portraying a widow in grief over her husband’s death while her emotional mind still clinging on to him. More than just a pleasant romantic comedy, the film’s surprise twists throughout will surely leave you hooked and long for more.
Bullets Over Broadway (USA, 1994)
Any devotees of Woody Allen’s films would be quick to note that this film is commonly treated as his last good work over the last decade, which I can’t agree more (ok, I still marvel his Sweet and Lowdown). Any film of Woody Allen set in his homeland, New York, with a set of characters showing the diversity of the city’s vibrant and dynamic pulse of life would only show his excellence in understanding the depth of filmmaking, and surely would enhance his penchant on lingering over old-school jazz. Broadway at its peak on ’20s, how can you go wrong from that?
How can you go wrong when your usual list of cast always boast a superb ensemble of A-list actors?
In brief, quoting Dianne Wiest in her Oscar-winning role as an aging diva Helen Sinclair here: “No. Don’t speak.”
They Shoot Horses, Don’t They (USA, 1969)
The dance scene, no, the derby sequence, wait, no, the whole film itself would be forever immortalized in numerous episodes of any television series or films trying to depict the turbulent times of Depression era. A young Sydney Pollack, full of idealism, brought Horace McCoy novel into an uncomprising film which might be painful to sit through in some parts, not to mention that the unbelievable turns from every single cast would enhance the effect of grim. Little the director himself knew, that this film would be highly regarded as part of 70s filmmaking movement, daring, anti-establishment, and honesty on storytelling.
A Man and A Woman (France, 1966)
When you find yourself in love, when you indulge yourself over the feeling of longingness, when you relive every single second of the rollercoaster ride of upheaval emotion, your mind start wandering freely, your gaze will reflect your desire, your gasp will sound like a relieving breeze soothening the chaotic heart. Claude Lelouch masterfully captured those senses and skilfully crafted this film by relying on an amazing presence of Anouk Aimee who ignited sparks in every turn she made, in every stare she tells directly to the camera, and at her intimate scene with Jean-Louis Trintignant, she defines how sex scene in films should be created: passion and desire that comes from within.
Same Time, Next Year (USA, 1978)
An affair that has lasted for more than a quarter of a century. From a naive, newly-married woman to a megalomaniac. From a paranoia husband to a man of freedom. From a constant set to wonderful changes of character-development seen in the very front of your eyes. Here’s another look at infidelity shown in a feel-good manner and wittiness over bantering clever punchlines, yet the vivid portrayal of characters caught haplessly in the changing of times that span from a naive 50s to rebellious 70s make us wishing how we could become them. One of the most indelible turns from Ellen Burstyn, she conceived her role (or roles, I would say) perfectly, as if she herself breathes on it.
The film that I would always wish to adapt myself.
Band of Outsiders (France, 1964)
This film would mark the height of New Wave French cinema, as afterwards, with the world heavily focused itself on wars, somehow the coolness and style derived from everyday life has never been resurrected. Jean-Luc Godard played along with the gangster genre, injected the film with a straight narrative plot and voila! Anna Karina, Sami Frey, and Claude Brasseur formed a ‘two’s a company, three’s a crime’ presence that would take almost four decades later for Bernardo Bertolucci to pay a tribute in his The Dreamers. I can’t extend my comment as my mind’s filled with one word to sum this film : FUN!
La Promesse (Belgium, 1996)
I picked this film by coincidence, not knowing what film should I chose to meet my quota of 4 films that I can borrow for a week from the library, and I came across its cover which filled in the critics’ comments. Yeah, those so-called artwork designs really got me this time!
Yet, hardly I regret seeing this. In fact, watching this Belgian film exploring the tough life of its (mostly) illegal immigrants proved to be one of the few occurences in film watching where I had to applause over its decision to leave the film open-ended. Think of a good growing-up film combines with a darker version of Dirty Pretty Things, what you’ll get is an unforgettable ride in a fast pace of thrills in reality.
Manhattan (USA, 1979)
Like you, I also put Annie Hall as one of my favourite films. Like you, I also find Woody Allen is at his utmost peak of creative sharpness during this era. But to me, Manhattan tops it all with his more comprehend understanding on mature, adult, heterosexual relationship in a much more complicated yet endearing manner. Woody Allen may not be able to play any other character than himself, Diane Keaton may not completely shake off her Annie Hall persona yet, Meryl Streep may not be given enough exposure in her character’s lesbianism, the film itself may lack of quirkiness in which Annie Hall is more favorable, but Allen excels in his exploration of The Big Apple and its longing for stability in love, marking Manhattan, to me, a must-see for everyone wishes to understand essentiality of emotional fulfillment in a relationship.
DISCOVERY MENTION
I can sense a lot of smirks in the air.
“What a crap!”
“Aaarrggghhh … Bollywood!”
“Nehi nehi!”
“Goodness! What are you thinking?”
Do you want to know what I truly think?
I think this film was blessed with its well-thought setting in New York, allowing the atmosphere of the whole film to roam freely, not necessarily bound by the cliche, overused and poorly conceived stage set in Bombay. Yet, the director, Nikhil Advani (in his remarkable directorial debut here) manages within the limited space of The Big Apple to capture the feel of New Yorker and the city’s immigrants as reflected on the characterization of his actors here, at times silly, at times taking life as it is, at times struggling with their cultural identities.
It may still be artificial as any other Bollywood formulaic products, thankfully, perhaps taking a lesson or two from Douglas Sirks during his glorious days, Nikhil Advani believes that you can still deliver a knock-out film that will sweep off the audience and the critics’ feet over its believability, its superb editing, and its well-conceived direction.
For the first time, I applaud Shah Rukh Khan for having understood enough not to let his usual over-the-top dramatic presence hinders us from appreciating his character, his low-key performance proves good for him in showing that he can truly act, well, although I prefer for the top billing to be given to Preity Zinta as she manages to carry her role with her charismatic ingenue. However, my salute goes to two supporting actors.
Saif Ali Khan, despite his other-worldly handsome look which may work against him, does a surprising job gradually rising from a mere sidekick to be an inseparable element of the story, while maintaining his comic timing that never seems to get off-key. There’s a sense of relief for everytime he appears on the screen, be it a comical scene or a serious one, he’s never caught offguard, completely blend himself into his role in such a relaxing manner one can only wonder if it is his true persona or a mere acting.
In contrast, Jaya Bachchan delivers an understated, terrific performance as a mother burdened with a guilt and seeking redemption in her religion and detachment from her own root. Perhaps, she feels more freedom whenever she doesn’t have to act along her partner that will always surely overshadow any actor acted alongside him: Amitabh Bachchan.
Yes, I can’t believe I could give such a lengthy comment on a Bollywood film, but I speak honestly as I could remember even when I finished watching Kabhi Kushi Kabhie Gham, I did question terribly amount of flaws in the film.
The same experience did not occur with this film, in fact, it’s the other way around.
— Wait! It’s not over yet! Look out for THE 10 DVDs of The Year, coming up next! —
On Being Me.
Semalam aku tersentak ngeliat blognya mas Wisa.
Bukan karena dia mau nutup blognya.
Bukan karena shoutbox nya dia selalu jadi tempat nangkring dan nongkrong jutaan bloggers.
Tapi sedikit banyak tentang komentar dia tentang blog gue, dan blog orang-orang lain.
Mas Wisa udah berbuat apa yang selama ini masih jarang aku kerjain: nguwongke wong. Memanusiakan manusia. To humanize human beings. Dengan cara yang terbuka dan jujur, sesuai dengan kapasitas orang-orang yang disebut tersebut, to some extent until making some people blush with gladness.
Dan semua dilakukan dengan cara yang apa adanya selayaknya seorang manusia yang kebetulan berdarah Jawa.
Aha! Menjadi seorang Jawa.
Aku sendiri lahir tumbuh besar dilingkungan Jawa, walaupun penampakan fisik lebih diwarisi dari sisi bapak yang bukan Jawa. Dari kota dimana interaksi harian menggunakan bahasa Jawa yang banyak orang bilang “kasar!” itu, aku bermain, belajar, ngobrol, misuh-misuh pun pake bahasa Jawa! Ah, siapa sih yang ngga pernah misuh meskipun dalam hati? 🙂
Ibu ku pun berasal dari satu kota di Jawa Tengah yang terkenal dengan kehalusan tata-krama, yang tentu aja berusaha diwariskan ke anak-anaknya dengan cara-cara halus, termasuk persiapan diri kala Lebaran mudik ke kota ini, bertingkah laku teramat hati-hati dengan sanak saudara yang laen.
Sebatas itukah ke-Jawa-an saya?
Sayangnya, iya.
Sampai akhirnya pernah dikala kuliah dulu aku belajar Modern Indonesian Literature, salah satu buku yang beruntung aku dapatkan adalah Para Priyayi-nya Umar Kayam.
Deg!
Buku ini berhasil membuat gue tercengang dan malu, sebagai orang yang ngakunya wong Jowo, tapi dalam tindak-tanduk, kelakuan dan proses pemikiran ngga mencerminkan kebaikan sifat-sifat ke-Jawa-an ini. Dengan bahasa yang indah, mudah dicerna dan mengalir bak riak sungai yang tenang, Umar Kayam membuka mataku tentang kekuatan seorang Jawa menghadapi hidup yang selalu berubah di sekelilingnya, namun dengan ketenangan yang diterjemahkan sebagai kekuatan diri menghadapi segala sesuatunya dengan pasrah dan nrimo namun mampu menempatkan diri di alam dunia ini lah yang membuat gue cuman menunduk, mempertanyakan ke-Jawa-an gue.
Tuh liat, udah mulai “gue” lagi 🙂 Duh makasih deh buat para penggebrak sistem ‘global-village-concept’ dimana semua orang udah ga punya identification on distinctive culture yah, ngomong Jowo koq ono’ gue-elo! :p
Dan tentang kehilangan identitas ini juga yang gue rasakan ama jeng lincah belakangan ini, yang nick chat-nya selalu ber”wanita jawa”. Jadi inget, Anggun si penyanyi kita pernah bilang ke suatu majalah, “I’m proud to be a Javanese woman, she’s the utmost kind of woman above all kinds.”
Diskusi gue ama Imesh tentang wanita Jawa selalu berkisar pada suatu rumusan kalo wanita Jawa berarti wanita penyabar yang dengan segala kelemahlembutannya mampu meluluhlantakkan egoisme pria-pria, mampu mempengaruhi keputusan penting yang diambil oleh siapa pun, dengan segala kewanitaannya, dia menunjukkan sosok diri yang mandiri, kuat menghadapi naek turunnya hidup.
Berat!
Aku lihat ibuku sendiri, ibu rumah tangga yang juga punya usaha kecil-kecilan, pintar, ngga kenal kata capek, pulang pergi dari satu propinsi ke propinsi laen bisa dalam seminggu, tapi tetep merhatiin anak-anaknya dengan baek, ngajarin semua yang perlu diajarin, seorang pengemudi yang baik dan sangat cepat, hahahaha, seorang yang menekankan perlunya sekolah bener dan rajin beribadah, seorang partner buat bapakku yang setia dan sayang.
Bundaku. Meskipun logat Jawa nya tak sehalus kala dia tinggal bersama almarhum nenek dulu karena kelamaan gedein kita semua, tapi dia seorang wanita Jawa yang aku kagumi.
Kalo baca ini Mam, kacang pedes yang terakhir enak, soalnya lebih garing 🙂
Seperti semua tulisanku yang menggantung dan tak pernah terselesaikan, begitulah kali ini.
Aku tetep seorang pria Jawa yang berusaha menggali dan mendalami sisi ke-Jawa-anku.
Cay, Onel, matur nuwun udah jadi sparing partner ngomong Jowo tiap hari di rumah, bikin rumah kita serasa di tanah air beneran.
— maunya nulis diiringi gending Jawa, tapi adanya cuman Carole King yang ‘Will You Love Me Tomorrow’, yo wis lah, daripada ga ada 🙂 —
Festival Film Indonesia (FFI) 2004 — Back with a Vengeance!
Whoever created that list of hoax nomination last time, I salute you, for fooling me and to the extent of some reputable newspapers in believing your well-crafted lies.
Proficiat! It took some guts to come up with that, some critical, thoughtful process which surely cost you all a lot.
I can relate to it, because this is exactly what has been happening to me, for the first time in my blogging-history, ada rasa keterpaksaan buat nulis gara-gara nominasi palsu ini, jadi begitu nominasi resmi nan official was officially published, oh well … Beban moral dong ah buat nulis!
In addition, something, or rather, a few things might hinder me from giving my best shot in commenting:
Marsinah and Mengejar Matahari.
I have not been able to witness myself these two works from two directors coming from a totally different background and interest. Argh! The unfortunate side of not being there …
Anyway, may I have the envelope, please?
Best Picture:
– Ada Apa Dengan Cinta?
– Arisan!
– Eliana, Eliana
– Marsinah
– Mengejar Matahari
Nauval says:
Wow! I always have this opinion (and proudly stick to it) that Indonesians are great story tellers when it comes to domestic lives or the likes of them, and the past winners of this category show how both filmmakers, critics and audience in general would reel in peeking at other people’s lives, dramatized in such a manner that need not be greatly departed from the actual bases, unless, a towering theme, larger-than-life, presented in a grandeur style, showy and flashy scenes throughout the flick will surely sweep this coveted prize off (think of Tjoet Nja’ Dhien).
Take a look at the nominees once again.
A good-hearted teen-flick, 101:Introduction to Gay Life, a mother and a daughter confronting egos and emotional ride over one-night trip, Norma Rae with a tragic ending, and friendship that has to be tested.
No swords-and-sandal epic, no literary works done half-baked, no art-y, confusing, high-brow works. As simple as it can be, the jury decides to choose the flicks that matter most to public, how they can see themselves on it. After all, we are living in an era of reality series, and there can be no greater guilty pleasure than seeing how the lives of us we lead every single hour being blown up in a gigantic size.
Straight to my prediction, AADC?, Arisan! and MM would surely benefit from its box-office takings, while Marsinah and Eliana, Eliana have to rely on badly-needed and strong word-of-mouth to get noticed. Worry not, this is not the popularity contest a la that particular award, and I hope that the jury will pick Eliana, Eliana for its smart subtlety on urban life context enriched with psychological and emotional insights, enhanced with the use of digital format to emphasize on its real-look.
Hey, a digital film as a best picture, that doesn’t sound bad, ay?
However, the daring take of a certain social issue once considered as something taboo to be brought up (some people still think so, oh please!), completed with a candy-for-the-eye presentation will be likely to sweep off the jury’s feet. Arisan! manages to bring the controversial issue into the surface of public’s attention without necessarily creating a stir or a heated furor, sort of.
To silence people with a charming style, ain’t that a big WOW?
I salute AADC? for its breakthrough in awaking the film industry after a long sleep, however, being labelled as a teen-flick may prove to be a boomerang in getting this award.
The friendship theme of Mengejar Matahari does not hold a potential to be considered as a best picture, and last but not least, Marsinah, truly has a shot with its strong political theme, outdated as the issue might be, sorry to say, so is the film which did not manage to bring up the public’s attention again, when it was just needed.
Will win: Arisan!
Should win: Eliana, Eliana
Should have been nominated: Pasir Berbisik
Best Director:
– Rudy Sudjarwo (Ada Apa Dengan Cinta?)
– Nia DiNata (Arisan!)
– Riri Riza (Eliana, Eliana)
– Rudy Sudjarwo (Mengejar Matahari)
– Slamet Raharjo (Marsinah)
Nauval says:
Congrats, Rudy! You knock down the supposedly stiff competition with your honest works created with full-of-heart good-feeling nature, and being ‘the one who revolutionized’ surely helps you getting an extra remark.
Yet, my vote goes to Riri Riza for his most mature work to date, proving that he is truly one serious filmmaker whose works have come from a long, thoughtful process, and taking the socio-demographical issue of urbanization by reeling in the psychological side wouls definitely need to be applauded.
BUT then, how can a Best Picture winner declared a true winner if its director is not awarded as well? I can only recall that way back more than a decade ago when Cinta Dalam Sepotong Roti was announced as a best picture winner, Garin did not get the award as a best director, which went to Imam Tantowi instead for Soerabaia’45 (why nobody remembered this film, it’s beyond my comprehension!).
Nia has shown in her Arisan! how smart she is to tackle the gay issue well without being exploitative or vulgar, creating an intelligent view of the alternative life some people indulge in.
Hmmm … Slamet Raharjo?
Will win: Nia DiNata
Should win: Riri Riza
Should have been nominated: Nan Achnas (Pasir Berbisik)
Best Actor:
– Derby Romero (Petualangan Sherina)
– Nicolas Saputra (Ada Apa Dengan Cinta?)
– Tora Sudiro (Arisan!)
– Tosan Wiryawan (Marsinah)
– Winky Wiryawan (Mengejar Matahari)
Nauval says:
Wish I were there when the nominations were announced so I could feel myself the experience of amazement when this name was mentioned: Derby Romero.
Woohhhoooo!
I couldn’t stop giggling, scratching my head, thinking: What? Why? Does it have to? Is it necessary?
Boy, worry not, just come to the event on 11 December, sit back, relax, do NOT prepare any speech, just … sit there, okay?
(What was the jury thinking?)
Enough of cursing Tora Sudiro. Enough. If the dear jury would like to award an actor with a challenging role, get this right: not to a bad actor.
Can’t comment on Tosan and Winky (do they really share the same last name?), but judging from the recent win of Winky in MTV Indonesia Movie Awards for Best Cry, well, doesn’t it prove that he’s dramatic enough?
Tosan’s leading role in a film that carries a title and theme revolving around a single figure of a woman may be hard to get noticed, after all, Slamet Rahardjo was not awarded in Tjoet Nja’ Dhien, and the late Tuti Indra Malaon’s signature role was in Ibunda.
Okie dokie, who’s gonna win then? One name has not been mentioned yet, as hesitant as I can be, with a deep sigh of having to give up to a necessity, just keep silent, make a history of awarding a heartthrob, and I mention the name only once.
Nicolas Saputra.
I can’t believe this.
Will win: Nicolas Saputra
Should win: (have a strong curiosity for Winky Wiryawan’s performance)
Should have been nominated: FERRY SALIM (Ca Bau Kan) — he outshines them all!!!
Best Actress:
– Christine Hakim (Pasir Berbisik)
– Dian Sastro (Ada Apa Dengan Cinta?)
– Dian Sastro (Pasir Berbisik)
– Jajang C. Noer (Eliana, Eliana)
– Rachel Maryam (Eliana, Eliana)
Nauval says:
Dian Sastro. She’s that gem, isn’t she? Look at how the two roles greatly differ from one another. I love her scene with Dessy Fitri when they two rolled over the field, and who could forget the emotional scene when she is asked by Didi Petet to touch herself? Add in the fact that she has won rave reviews and several awards for her performance there, not to mention her ability in standing tall along some legendary actress from Jambi has benefitted her in many ways she can’t imagine herself. Her double nomination shouldn’t hurt her chance here.
Yet, I immediately fall in love with Rachel Maryam with her nuanced performance in Eliana, Eliana. Carrying the title on her shoulder alone, while the camera never seems to move away from her brooding expression throughout the flick, she manages to convey the character inside, comfortable in Eliana’s skin instead of merely acting as, this is the kind of performance that will always get underrated.
I still stick to my opinion from previous post that Christine and Jajang have better shots in supporting role category.
Will win: Dian Sastro
Should win: Rachel Maryam
Should have been nominated: Cut Mini (Arisan!), Lola Amaria (Ca Bau Kan), Ria Irawan (Biola Tak Berdawai)
Best Supporting Actor:
– Didi Petet (Pasir Berbisik)
– Djaduk Ferianto (Petualangan Sherina)
– Mang Diman (Ada Apa Dengan Cinta?)
– Slamet Raharjo (Pasir Berbisik)
– Surya Saputra (Arisan!)
Nauval says:
Enough of Surya, worse than Tora, that sums it all.
As much as I salute the initiative the long overdue recognition of Mang Diman’s existence in the entertainment industry, I can’t help the fact that his role is too small to be even considered as as scene-stealer.
As much as I agree that Slamet Raharjo’s role is one essential key linked the two main characters there, you have to be patient in watching his performance there, and suddenly … gone!
As much as I love Sherina in her adventurous film, it’s Djaduk Ferianto whose presence will always linger on the memory. He inhabits his Kertarejaksa character so vividly, I often find myself humming his song “Akulah Kertarejasa …”.
As much as I have to endure a seemingly endless trip in Pasir Berbisik, it’s Didi Petet who saves my day in one of his very few antagonistic role, convincing in a chilling show-off, his smirk is unbelievably terrifying.
Will win: Didi Petet
Should win: Djaduk Ferianto
Should have been nominated: Joseph Ginting/Robby Tumewu (Ca Bau Kan)
Best Supporting Actress:
– Aida Nurmala (Arisan!)
– Ladya Cheryll (Ada Apa Dengan Cinta?)
– Megarita (Marsinah)
– Rachel Maryam (Arisan!)
Nauval says:
This will be the last time I say this: the good performances of leading roles in Arisan! come ONLY from Cut Mini and Rachel Maryam. No further explanation needed.
Which is to say that Rachel has a lock in this category, her comic timing never gets off-key, she has a sparkling presence, looks like making a strong statement that sidekick role needs not to be under appreciated.
I don’t bother about the rest.
Will win: Rachel Maryam
Should win: Rachel Maryam
Should have been nominated: Henidar Amroe/Jajang C. Noer (Eliana, Eliana), Christine Hakim (Pasir Berbisik)
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Have a fun celebration! Please, I hope this is the official list! 🙂
All I Am.
“You’re one lucky bastard! How you’ve done everything I always dream of, always envision myself to be…”
“Makanya, do something about it donk!”
—
“… dulu kita ngga tau pak, namanya aja sebuah awal …”
“Yang lalu udahlah biarkan berlalu. Malah bagus itu, kalo ngga ada sebuah awal itu, ngga ada apa yang kita omongin sekarang kan? Yang penting, janganlah kamu bunuh apa yang kamu punya …”
—
“2 minggu sesudah kamu.”
—-
“Can you release the tracksheet?”
—
“… more in the mood of go out and chill …”
“8 sounds fine”
—-
“Penampilan itu penting, karena gue suka ngeliat orang rapi bersih …
“To some extent dimana elo ga perlu ngasih porsi berlebih buat hal ini!”
—
“Do … Not … Book … The … Train Ticket!”
—
“Reality? I live in that, considering I’m inside the film-circle, so called.”
—-
“Well, hope the first ‘everything’ with me belong to a fond memory”
—
“Movie marathon next weekend, rite?”
—
“What makes you think that you didn’t know me?”
—
“Apa cuman gue yang masih pecicilan sampe sekarang?”
—
“Heh, dari mana elo liat dia?”
“Dari kamera! Busyet deh elo ya, nyante aja napa!”
—
“Naskah adaptasi sih, tapi isinya Indo banget, cuman butuh 2 orang.”
“Aku dukung!”
—
“Overloaded! Ambitious! Dreamy!”
“Simpen buat nanti!”
… … ….
Aku kesepian.
? . ! .
sms:
jadiin ini alasan knp kamu hrs smgt kerja bsk, coz kerja is just a zit that u can always beat since u’ve got a lot of great things out there 🙂
2317 hours.
2 ice cendol.
1 master.
3 probationary slaves.
3 strawberry yoghurt.
1 budding artist.
1 mango yoghurt.
1 going to resign.
32 days to big gathering.
5 lost wandering souls.
1 cigarette only.
1 truly great appreciator.
0 alcohol.
4 to the West.
1 tagline.
“Jangan bunuh apa yang kamu punya.”
Tuhan, I feel like a Being.
Tuhan,
aku koq jadi malu,
segan nan hesitant
dengan Anda.
aku koq jadi malu,
segan nan hesitant
dengan Anda.
Tuhan,
padahal aku cuman mau,
eerrm … anu … itu …
dimanja!
yang kata orang-orang “ngondek” itu lhooo, Gusti.
tapi mbuh, koq malu pake kata itu, katanya orang,
“hus! ora ilok! ra pantes!”
Tuhan,
kalo emang ga boleh ngondek, lha wong kata itu juga pemberianMu
Panjenengan Yang Maha yang nyiptain kita kumplit pake segala rasa dan jiwa katanya,
kita maen-maen aja koq pake anugerah-Mu itu,
jadilah kata-kata ajaib meluncur dari kami, tapi tetep,
ngaturaken pangapunten Tuhan sekiranya kami kelewatan, ora pantes dan ora ilok itu tadi.
Tuhan,
kelewatan kah kami juga kalo kami minta langsung?
minta mobil gitu loh, tapi pengennya dikasih langsung,
ga pake pancingan,
ga model pepatah yang bilang “berilah umpan dan kail, jangan kau beri umpan”
emooohhh! ora gelem!
lha wong kita sering take for granted keeksistensian Situ.
duh Tuhan,
makhluk mu ini bener-bener manja!
minta dikasih duit ato dedemit yang langsung jatuh dari langit,
gak mau pake yang harus kerja dulu ato nongkrong di kuburan,
maunya langsung sa’dhek sa’nyet ketok ndhek ngarep moto.
ya gini ini, muanja pol disisiMu, ya Gusti.
oalah Tuhan,
padahal teges-teges Engkau nulis supaya kita berusaha dan bekerja dulu, baru Engkau membantu bahkan memudahkan sampai memberi.
ndableg tenan emang kami! diparingi ati ngrogoh rempelo, padahal ga semua orang doyan rempelo, katanya orang, “high cholesterol, lho!”
matur sembah nuwun, Tuhan.
kami masih melek pas matahari njedul dul di langit.
Rebound. Redo. Relish. Relieve
At the dawn of the day, you can find me there.
Staring blankly at the Singapore river.
Humming the tunes from Sarah Vaughan to Billie Holiday in her ‘Lady in Satin’.
Penning a letter or two.
To you.
Or maybe, not.
Just to inhale a fresh piece of air.
How I wish to know if feelings can be measured by definite tangible measurement, be it number of minutes, days, weeks, months, years …
How I wish to understand how one experiences floating thoughts rushing to cause a jam inside one’s mind …
How I wish to reel on the memory to relive the glory old days,
Only to find that the past has to remain as is.
“I heard the rumour, it was in …?”
“Iya”
(Just as stiff as you can be.)
“And that significant other now must be …?”
“You two met last time”
“Hahahaha! When?”
“Not long after you”
(Pull it off! Pull it in!)
“Oh! OK … Well, eeerrrmmm, oh ya?”
“Tapi kayanya … ”
“Hey, please don’t”
“Ngga koq”
“That’s better.”
(Why do you have to?)
“I’m happy now, I hope he is”
“You deserve it after all”
(Stick to promises.)
“Are you happy, to see me happy?”
“Hahaha, how am I supposed to answer that?”
“I don’t know, I guess …”
“Up to this moment, I am, I’ve been, and I will.”
Cold as it can be.
Unpolished, unfinished, impolite.
I’m at the utmost ease with myself.
I feel nothing.
— Sade, from her Your Love is King to By Your Side, she breathes the songs to fill in the air full of romance —
Define the Definite Definition of Divine Dignity.
Ah, here I am, Saturday morning 4 am, without any sign of going to bed any sooner.
Insomnia? Gee, I hope not! I dealt with this irritating sickness when I was in college way back 3-4 years ago, so I should be fine, it’s a matter of having so many thoughts running through my heads with only having one blog to blurt out. Or rather, a collective of thoughts that has been buried inside since the mid of this week, when the workloads began killing my mentality! Any HR officer here? Oh ada ternyata, dirimu Jeng yah! :d Mungkin patut diusulkan tentang asuransi kesejahteraan mental pekerja akibat tekanan beban kerja yang diberikan secara mendadak di tengah-tengah minggu untuk diselesaikan di akhir minggu alias tadi! Whewwww … Just barely reaching the deadline, but final consolidation? God knows!
So, what was meant to be a perfect moment to de-stress this exhausted piece of bones and flesh turned out to be, well, something unthinkable:
Wenny (over MSN) —
“Babe, makan yuk, stress nih gue”
“Aduh sorry say, gue ada janji ama Eja, ga bisa dinner. Cabut dulu yak”
Aki (over MSN) —
“Ki, Fong Seng yuk”
“Gue mo makan ama boss gue, ama mo ke Boom Boom Room, mau ga?”
“Boom Boom Room? Ga ada tenaga gue buat clubbing, dinner aja yuk”
“Tanya Agee deh, dia nyari temen tuh”
Zefri —
“Zef, it’s me! Feel like catching … eeerr … Putri Gunung Ledang tonite? Hehehe, I know that film …”
“Oh dear, sorry, I don’t think …”
Tuuutttt. Must be inside the lift or something.
Anoe’ —
“Lagi dimana, babe?”
“Toa Payoh, mo on the way siaran”
“Lah, masih siaran juga elo?”
“Cuman 2-4 kali sebulan ini, pasti elo mo ngajak dinner deh! Giliran gue ajak kemaren2 elo ga bisa”
“Ya kan gue lembur! Ya su deh, Minggu pagi squash ya”
“Dateng aja lah, gue booking ntar”
PJ —
“Hey, Diva!”
“Hahahaha … Not anymore! Wait, are you STILL in the office?”
“Yeah, only for tonite lah, what’s up?”
“It’s been like what, 7-8 months not meeting up with you? So I guess dinner tonite won’t be possible, eh?”
“Naaahhh … Oh God, yeah, any changes from you?”
“I don’t know, you’ve gotta see it yourself!”
“Hahahahaa, next week then, Siglap maybe?”
“OK lah.”
Copper —
“This is Copper, I’m not able to pick up your call …”
(Darn it, Wolu Singer perform hari ini apa kemaren sih? Teguh juga dong kalo gituh!)
Agatha —
“Say, Fong Seng yuk!”
“Laahh, kemaren gue ajakin katanya elo lembur malem ini, gue dah kadung bikin janji ama si bapak”
“Laahh, elo janji ama dia? Gila!”
“Tadi ketemu di kantor, ya udah, maen tenis trus dinner kali, tau gitu kan gue ngobrol-ngobrol ama elo, besok elo sampe malem kan?”
“Yaaa gituu deehh, ntar Minggu juga ngopi-ngopi kan kita”
“Ya udah deh say, met istirahat”
Suhaimi —
“Bang, still on reservist?”
“Just finished actually, going out ah?”
“Yeah, but probably just for dinner, or coffee, or something”
“I just had my dinner actually, hahahah … It’s always like this when we made plans, whenever you’re busy, I was free then … Oh well, next week maybe? I’m quite free now …”
“… Oh, the school hasn’t started yet, rite? OK lah, see maybe next week with Pierre!”
Bogi —
“Gi, performance nya mulai jam berapa?”
“Jam 7.30, di The Edge-nya, elo dateng nih? Soalnya yang laen ga bisa!”
“Hmmm … Jauh Gi, gue lagi capek, elo dimana?”
“Masih di Mount E, ntar langsung ketemu disana deh kalo jadi!”
“Liat ntar aja gimana, Gi!”
Thank God that Desember’s edition of FIRST Magazine is out today after being several days’ late, otherwise my plan to wander around Holland V. would only be an empty-handed experience! Or is it an excuse of inability in getting rejuvenated and recuperated? I don’t know, but all I can remember that it is my first Friday evening I spent at home, in my room staring at my old faithful laptop trying to figure out how to modify my blog which resulted in a much more presentable manner, at least someone has given a praise for it, hahahaha! Thanks Doel, it has surely brightened up my sleepy morning :).
Tell me whether this is a good habit or not: tiap pulang kerja, hampir-hampir gue ngga pernah langsung pulang ke rumah dari tempat kerja.
I mean, there’ll always be places to visit, films to catch, library materials to be returned, meeting old friends, talk-over-nothing while sipping cuppa, kalo pun gue langsung pulang ke rumah, well, you can guarantee that it is for the sake of changing clothes! Welcome to my comfort zone folks, with the benefits of having a flat located nearby the city area :D.
That’s why it’s kind of odd when I met my two dear buddies, Fay and Iphonek (with the engagement ring!) way back on February in Citos:
N — “Eh, weekend kalian ngapain?”
F — “Haduh, weekend mah dah bingung deh ….”
I — “Banyak tempat neh yang musti dikunjungin! Hehehehe!”
F — “Ya gitu deh, kadang kalo ngga ke (nama kafe di Jakarta yang gue ngga ngeh), ya ke (nama club di Jakarta yang gue ga pernah tau kalo eksis!)“
I — “Ato cobain ke (nama pub di Jakarta yang entah di belahan mana), enak banget kaya di (nama tempat entah buat apa, jangan-jangan tempat prakteknya mak Erot kesebut juga!)“
N — “Wah seru bener!”
F — “Lha kamu ndiri?”
N — “Gue? (*gulp! dengan berdasarkan kenyataan dulu gue tinggal di Regent Heights Bukit Batok*) Jumat malem pasti dah rebutan nyuci baju ama housemate, soalnya mesin cuci nya lama bener, ga ada pengeringnya juga, jadi musti dijemur, dan tempat jemuran kecil, jadi keringnya juga baru 2 hari gitu deh, kalo ngga ya jemur di tangga pemadam kebakaran. Sabtu masih males-malesan sih, kebetulan ada mall deket jadi makan disitu, ato nonton. Minggu kerja bakti lah, giliran bersiin dapur, kamar mandi, ruang tamu, nyapu rumah, ngepel”
I was met by dua tampang dongo bengong melongo.
I — “Busyet … Jauh-jauh kerja elo jadi pembokat neh?”
N — “Lah, kalo bukan gue yang ngerjain sapa lagi? Lagian kapan lagi coba?”
F — “Hari-hari biasa?”
N — “Haduh, mana sempet! Kan beredar … Hehehehehe …”
But I guess to some extent it might be right, I understand that here, we are lucky enough to be blessed with a good accessibility to roam freely within the small space anytime we feel like doing it, thus it may leave a bundle of exhaustiveness collected throughout the weekdays to be unloaded by the weekends, which translate to the conclusion that laying on bed throughout the weekends is highly permissible!
Naahhh! Not me, a Saturday or a Sunday, full day, spent at home is a total waste! If it has to be done that way, make sure a Criterion Collection DVD full of extra features is ready by my side to indulge in to.
Wait! Throughout the past hour I’ve been writing this without realizing that from next week onwards, IAF starts working extensively … Nyeah nyeah nyeaahhh … Hahahahha … Punteeen kalo ada yang baca ini, huehehehehe … *fokus!*
To Test … or Not to Have!
friday nite and the lights are on … oh well, Mamma Mia! fever still lingers on, here I am on Friday nite all alone in my room trying to recuperate and rejuvenate myself after a week’s hard work (gue kangen blogging & chatting, huhuhuhuh), while figuring out how to post a picture! after all, it’s oh so dry without at least a single colorful image here in my land …
Foto ini diambil bulan Juli pas nganterin Andrew ama Jojo balik ke Jakarta abis liburan sekolah mereka 2 minggu disini, bareng ama tante Ega nya mereka.
Well, meskipun bukan ponakan gue sendiri melaenkan ponakannya Anoe’, hampir tiap hari nemenin mereka makan, jalan-jalan, maen, sok pake maen ramal-ramalan sambil ditimbang berat badannya di Mustafa, nonton Sheila on 7 segala, yang satu maunya beli gitar kaya Rhoma Irama, yang satu lagi mintanya dicariin Gameboy biar jadi jagoan, ditambah ampe mabok maen Kora-kora di Downtown East pun membuat masa pengangguran gue indah, dan berasa jadi Oom beneran karena gue belum pernah jadi Oom!
Simarlenje guys, betah ama suasana sekolah baru kalian? Jangan baca blog Oom Nauval ini yah karena ratingnya RA alias Restricted for Adults only, nanti juga kalian bakal nyampe sana juga koq 😉
andrew, me, jojo – pa kabar my simarlenje boys?
Nauval Yazid & His Words. 