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No.



You just do not have to have any reasons to be

Happy.



A wide smile you put on your face

Has done more than enough

To put your mind in a bewilderment



Or simply to lay down your head

On a perfectly whitened brick walls

While closing your eyelids

And roam freely among the endless space

Aimee Mann has never been any better than this



Even if it means to

Shift your dreams away

Let others indulge on it



I am still feeling contented.



Yeah.



This is good.



— from the ranks / of the freaks / who suspect / they could never love anyone —


 
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Posted by on 01/02/2005 in English

 

WherE?

There is a place

High above the highest shelter of the bright skies,

That goes by the name of

Redemption.

There,

People breeze past through the empty roads

While comforting troubled souls

Of their own.



In which I never deny its existence

For this journey would always lead to its

Destination.


Wherever it may be,

Whatever it has to sacrifice,

Whoever we will become.



Open wide pathways,

Leaves falling like scattered ashes,

Cars parked at their utmost ease,

Words spilled out along with the wind,

Dogs barking seductively to their mates,

Grass! Much too much to be rolled upon!



Space need not be conquered

Time watches its habitant walking on by

Through the unspoken stillness

Peace.

Comfort.



So non-urbanite!





— strolling along Portsdown Road and its branches on a windy Sunday morning, two kampung-spirited young men who go by the name of Cay and Nauval decide to surrender to the comfort of one fractured feeling: home —

 
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Posted by on 12/27/2004 in English

 



when Mother Nature has spoken,

at her utmost pitch,

not even Goliath, nor David, nor Adam,

can resist the tidal waves.



lives have lost.

souls have been swept away.



inna lillahi wa inna ilahi raji’un.



my deepest condolences.


 
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Posted by on 12/27/2004 in English

 

When.


I’ve to put the book down, while the journey was only halfway taken.
I’ve to lay my head down to the window that gives a shrill of breathtaking views.
I’ve to surrender my wandering thoughts.

Only to hum this:

When a man loves a woman,
Can’t keep his mind on nothin’ else,
He’d change the world for the good
Things he’s found.

If she is bad, he can’t see it,
She can do no wrong,
Turn his back on his best friend
If he put her down.

When a man loves a woman,
He’ll spend his very last dime
Tryin’ to hold on to what he needs.
He’d give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain,

If she said that’s the way it ought to be
Well, this man loves you, woman.
I gave you everything I have,
Tryin’ to hold on to your hot blood
Long.
Baby, please don’t treat me bad.

When a man loves a woman,
Down deep in his soul,
She can bring him such misery.

If she is playin’ him for a fool,
He’s the last one to know.
Lovin’ eyes can never see.
When a man loves a woman,
He can do her no wrong,
He can never hug some other girl.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

(in a world where gender-biased would be an outdated opinion, just change, alter, or do whatever you readers feel like doing with sexes)

Does being in an upheaval feeling mean stopping the logic to work in its own way?
Does being in ecstatic ride mean being blind?
Does being in one mean to refuse what other angles may bring?
Does that mean I have to stop questioning?

In a crowded world where people and their chatterings may see you differently, where the time has politely persuaded me in bringing my amazement to the extent what you may become, where innocent assumption could only clash to bitter-sweet reality, you remain as these things to me.

Wise.
Calm.
Independent.
Mature.
Caring.
Loving.
Patient.
Planner.
Leader.

In all dreamy qualities one can ask for, I stick to that particular imagery of your silhouette.
As well as to let you go.

 
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Posted by on 12/25/2004 in English

 

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 …

 
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Posted by on 12/19/2004 in English, Film

 

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!


 
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Posted by on 12/15/2004 in English

 

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 … —

 
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Posted by on 12/12/2004 in English

 

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!

Brief Encounter (UK, 1945)

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.

Truly Madly Deeply (UK, 1991)

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

Kal Ho Naa Ho (India, 2003)

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! —

 
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Posted by on 12/12/2004 in English, Film

 

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! 🙂

 
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Posted by on 12/07/2004 in English, Film

 

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


 
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Posted by on 12/05/2004 in English, Personal

 

Over the Pandan Leaf Chicken and the likes of it

Two days ago, on a surprisingly chilly Monday nite, I had dinner at Sakura restaurant in City Hall area with Dendry, Merlien, Wenny and Agee.



OK, from this first sentence you may also sense that nothing extraordinary will go beyond this point.

I’m fine with that. In fact, I agree that there’s nothing unusual from this sort of gathering, knowing the fact that we often meet one another, way back since our college life.



Aha! There you go!



I was suddenly reminded that these beloved people are also the ones I spent my lunch time in Seaview Canteen when I still struggled with my studying in NUS. Those good ol’ days where you could wander around in shorts, sandals, T-shirts that God-knows-whether-you-iron-’em-or-not, skipped class or just finished your tutorials, talked over nothing for hours while a breeze of fresh air from the seaport far away enhanced the atmosphere of warmth and innocent tenderness.



Fast forward to that Monday nite, here we are in our working suit suited to accomodate our offices’ ‘climate’, and everyone seemed to be ready to blurted out their bad day/good day at work! From how you need to work your ass off to maintain your seat in a good place of the company you’re working in, from how unforgivingly rich our bossess are and the deals they keep on making and securing, from how we’ve got to compromise and consider whenever we are about to take our leaves, from how to climb on corporate ladder, from being the ones who work head over feet and your colleagues and bosses take over the credits,

I tell ya, it’s not about “how it’s gonna be” like the way we imagined our life to be when we had that lunches 4 years ago, it’s a matter of “how it need to be done ASAP” now, unless you want to stay in the reminiscence of nostalgia and step away from the spotlights of real life, you’ve no idea what you miss.



So, over the fried baby squids, sambal kangkung, claypot seafood soup, pandan leaf chicken and ended with beancurd longan, we indulged ourselves in, simply, our lives and whatever that comes along with it. Some crave in a career path as they wish themselves end up being with, some are still trying to figure out, some are getting ’em as a means of survival, some are simply doing what needs to be done, some are just nice! 🙂



It’s still us, the same old person that you know since our good ol’ days, be it from childhood, high schools, one-time flings, pubs, religious institutions, gatherings, etc. Nothing changes, except the change itself, or as I prefer to put it in as, we have evolved.





Thelonious Monk and his works accompanies this writing —

 
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Posted by on 11/10/2004 in English, Personal

 

Bastards out of Carolina

If you happen to be familiar with the title of this mini-series (or TV movie?), well, I’ve to tell you that I’ve come across this title before, yet I haven’t seen it. So don’t attempt to initiate any discussion about this flick as I will reply you with a blank stare of ‘i-have-no-idea’. It just came across my mind when at the wee hours of this morning, me and my friends were in a long conversation about, what else, bastards.

Those unreachable people equipped with certain qualities that will melt your ego down, charming as they may seem with their gorgeous presence or intelligence, and the “best” part is that they KNOW they have all those enviable qualities, thus leads them to use ’em whenever they feel like using.

But, we are lured to them. We fall under their spells, several times.

Why? Do we like to be hurt? Do we always want to experience being dumped all over again? Is it what they call as ‘human nature’ for one has secretly always wished to be tortured? Or, the basic instinct to fight for the unreachable ones?

Another piece of thought that came up this morning is simply the fact that we are born with those urges. Heck, even when the ovum is about to receive the sperm, she’s looking for the one that fights most!

Oh dear …

Well, back to the world of human being existence in the world, I was once attracted to this bastard as well, only to find that the memory of bad break-up, hatred and disposition lingers vividly until now.

Gee, who are these people with such a strong, haunting presence?

— tracks from OST – Grace of My Heart accompanies this writing —

 
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Posted by on 10/16/2004 in English, Personal

 

If

Do we tend to aim for something unreachable?

Do we keep increasing our set or level of expectation?

Do we find satisfaction when we have a fling with what we long for?

Do we dare trying?



If only I knew what it’s like to be for once.

If only I could scratch my existence to make it unknown and unidentifiable.

If only I would bring this whole comfortability up one more step to a state of fixture.

If only I blew it up, and run away from reality!



You are there to give a thrill for that chilly day. I won’t be.


 
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Posted by on 10/14/2004 in English, Personal

 

Staging Life, or a Stagey Life?

Ready. Lights. Action!

Or more like, Just Do It?!

Whatever it is, let’s start.

This is me, my piece of thoughts scattered around your viewing space.

Everyday, everytime, I play a different role that I present on different stages of the same atmosphere of a breathing life.

One thing separates me from an amateur performer: Never comes across to my mind to unmask the mask.

This mask, that I am touching now through the tips of my fingers to feel the skin reveling inside every single pore, keeps getting thicker, fuller, and heavier everytime as it constantly adds on with dirt, splash of water, powder, spits, slaps, punch, kiss, and whisper.

I breathe heavily when I am about to give my wide smile while my eyelids start getting shut and I can sense my wrinkles lining around my face.

I stare blankly at whatever things present when I am about to fight every single drop of tears falling down across my face, and my mouth, it could only open widely in an expression full of amazement.

“…this is my way, bear with it/you don’t wanna get hurt knowing it … my departure/is meant to make you relieved…”

My lips are moving and they say: I am sorry.

 
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Posted by on 10/09/2004 in English, Personal

 

In One’s Skin

To be able to step into someone else’s skin and comfortably walk around with it.

To be able to create a certain existence of somewhat a creature whom we, his fellow human being, are breathing and injecting lives to that soulless piece. In short, it’s a matter of playing God.

To be able to setup a world on its own without necessarily imitating any existing atmospheres, because after all, this world will not speak any sound of compromisation to regulations.

“… and as I departed/I only took what I needed/I guess I’ve changed my address …”

(Diana Krall – I’ve Changed My Address)

To be able to imagine and dream of putting ourselves in a land of impossibilites and carefully tip-toeing along the greener grass so not to get drowned.

This is my oasis.

 
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Posted by on 10/05/2004 in English, Personal