Monday, March 31, 2008

when packaging means more than the meat


In the midst of every hussle and approaches to watch Ayat-Ayat Cinta, then many assumptions are also being drawn, from the finest movie that does not include horror and sex, movie that endorse polygamy, into the movie which makes our Vice President came to watch it at Plaza Senayan and our President watched it at EX, (and couldn’t stop his tears from running).

I have my own stray of thought. I would see Ayat –Ayat Cinta (AAC)as a Halal movie to be seen. People see AAC not for the sake of seeing an Islamic religious movie. But, they come to see a love movie. I think, the package, which is a poster of very beautiful eyes from a face covered with burqa, being looked over by a man, over a fully barenaked-make up-ed face of a Christian woman who eventually converted to Islam, just adding the attraction why most of the people watch it.

This way, old couples do not need to see a love movie with additions of kissing scenes in 3 Hari untuk Selamanya, or without being worry that the husbands would look over the beautiful actresses in Otomatis Romantis, and make the actresses the star of their masturbation sessions. Do not need to see and overtly vaguely romantic imagination in Ada Apa Dengan Cinta, or in Ungu Violet. Or seeing a non-subtle, sharp, and witty dialogue in Monty Tiwa’s and Nia Dinata’s movies.

Seeing this, we could see that people are longing for something that is nearest to themselves: religion. Thus, eventhough the places where the stories happen were so far away: Turkey, India, places with desert, people still identify themselves most to this: religion, cross over their identities as a woman, a man, as an Indonesian, as an Indonesian living in pluralistic country. People need to see people in the movie saying assalamualaikum, saying thank you in Arabic, wearing burqa, do five time players. People want to see themselves. People want to be acknowledged.

That is why, although AAC does not come thickly with religion issue, such as The Passion of the Christ --it was a romantic movie, a drama movie, to be exact, a pop movie. Religion was just made into the backgrounds.—people come see the movie because the background makes the movie become Halal and it makes people who identify themselves to the movie being acknowledged.

And, we have to admit that acknowledgement towards Islam just happened recently in global world. But, isn’t it funny that we oversize this acknowledgement in Indonesia nowadays instead the fact that Islam has always been the majority of the population? Hence, the majority of culture?

From what I can understand, it shows how our people also try to make it global. They are bolding this acknowledgement for the sake of their bandhood of brothers and sisters outside this country (Indonesia).

The problem occurs when the meat of the movie (polygamy, convert, naïve and not that good looking guy, desperate women who want to be with him) was considered as not Halal by some people. It becomes a bigger problem because the meat connected highly to its packaging: Islam. While some people are still debating the meat of the movie, still AAC is not a sterile tool to declare that that kind of Islam which could be acknowledged by larger populations.

P.S: But, we cannot deny that we all cry during a romantic movie (based on our definition of what is romantic, and now we could see clearly what SBY’s definition is).

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

my first kar wai movie



I’d never watched Wong Kar Wai’s movie before. What I know was, nearly all of my past gebetans liked his work. One day, I picked a DVD and bought it just because there was Jude Law on the cover and it’s dominated by purple color. The title was “My Blueberry Nights”, apparently by Wong Kar Wai. Very exiciting. Wong Kar Wai was meticulously detail, artsy, not to mention the addition of jazzy nighty diner songs, and great story flow. The story was mainly about how Lizzie (Norah Jones) redeemed her broken heart, the flow made the same old theme seemingly different and deeper. And, as other festival movies, the acting of the actor/actress was absolutedamnly great, including Norah Jones! Could you believe it? The shy girl acted! Moreover, Rachel Weisz and Natalie Portman practiced their southern accent with trashy dresses. Hehe. Very interesting. Another definition of romantic drama/comedy.

Monday, March 10, 2008

slowly cured

My life had been a parade of miseries as consequences of my choices. However, lately i redeemed those and started to have a nice feeling.

Lately, I was glad for several things:

1.I finished reading To Kill a Mockingbird, a very soothing book

2.I enjoyed re-running my Sex and the City collection

2.I enjoyed my work, in which interpreting, in which teaching simultaneously the police in Police Language School, Cipinang (no, not the jail). We had nice, smart, open minded students without their usual sex jokes

3.The students gave me a nice batik shawl, a bag, and a card. Usually, the students from previous iteration only gave something to my opa opa boss. But now, they took me into consideration. Something about the gift is that it is nice to be appreciated sometimes. =)

4.That late night when bf and me got a warning from a police, “ mas mbak, tolong jangan lama-lama di sini. Gak enak diliat orang…

5.Seeing my college friends on Nandia’s last day being 22 year old. Damn you girl, so freakin’ young.

6.Memmy’s gift, wrapped in a specially printed wrapper with my picture and hers on it.

beautiful men

It was all started with Sandra Dewi.

Yes… the well-known seemingly looks like Dian Sastro new artiste bumped into me in Plaza Senayan restroom (just like Henidar Amroe, I bumped into her in Grand Kemang restroom). She was tall, long haired, with perfect hair down to the waist. So, after I was done, I told my bf that Sandra Dewi was in the restroom and you might want to check on her. (I told this because I know that one of the hottest topics in his karang taruna drinking and drunk club was buying FHM with Sandra Dewi on the cover).

After a while, in which 30 seconds, she hadn’t come outside, so I leaned on bf’s hand to go away from the in front hall of the restroom. And he did not want to move. Then, what happened next was a series of dragging and herding him around, only with no result. He insisted to see Sandra Dewi. So, I told him that he was way so desperate, and I left him to go to Coffee Bean, then to Metro.

I was irritated by his childish act. Then, as usual, after few argumentations (shortly after he looked for me), he said, “I have the full right to see whoever beautiful persons in front of me, no matter if they are a woman, a guy, a gay, whoever. And I ensure you the same right to do so,” he said.

Okay then, from that point that day, I did not fix my eyes on his ever. I looked for beautiful scenery in front of me. Miserably, what I found that no men were that beautiful. It is not fair. The comparison for beautiful women and beautiful men around was 75 to 15. If you pay attention carefully, there were so little beautiful, handsome, hunky men in Jakarta.

The best that I could find were men who were not afraid to speak for their personalities, men with mickey mouse t-shirt, men with shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers who bring plastic bag from grocery stores. Those men are interesting. But the rest, men are afraid to express themselves in their physical appearances. And, most men are ugly.

However, I’ll buy men with nice torso and ass. And terribly speaking, there were very few of them as well.

So, I said to bf, it is not about the right, but what can I do with my right. Apparently, it was less than what you can do. So, I think it’s not fair.