77th Academy Awards - Post-Show Reaction

This year's Oscar, contrary to everyone's complaining about its boredom, proved to be like the suspense of its Best Picture winner. It started at a moderately slow pace with a cloud of worries hanging above my mind whether this time Academy Awards would make another disappointing blow by rewarding a big-bang epic as the flick started strongly in collecting the prizes. Yet, as the time gradually progressed, fists and clinches were punched, a little defense here and there, disappointment and mild surprises arose, and the ending was relieving.

The Oscars at this year's 77th Academy Awards went to:

Best Costume Design: The Aviator - Sandy Powell
(I thought that her win in Shakespeare in Love last time would prevent her to champ again this time, but, being a respectable costume designer on her own whose work I often admire, she deserved the award. However, Edna Mode stole the show!)

Best Make-up: Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events - Valli O'Reilly, Bill Corso
(got it right this time, and nice acceptance speech! "Lemony Snicket's corrupting our youth"?!)

Best Animated Feature: The Incredibles
(Brad Bird went very polite)

Best Supporting Actor: Morgan Freeman - Million Dollar Baby
(was it technical glitch that the camera kept showing Clive Owen's face when the winner was about to be announced? the first sentimental award of the nite)

Best Art Direction: The Aviator - Dante Ferretti, Francesca LoSchiavo
(as expected, began to suspect strong Italian-connection in every Scorsese's film)

Best Supporting Actress: Cate Blanchett - The Aviator
(finally! her acceptance speech was plainly 'standard', yet it ended with a punch: "Thank you Scorsese, I hope my son will marry your daughter"! nice ad-lib!)

Best Documentary: Born Into Brothels
(worth of applause)

Best Editing: The Aviator - Thelma Schoonmaker
(and Scorsese shed a tear)

Best Adapted Screenplay: Sideways - Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor
(they deserve this award than any other nominees, and Payne has all the potential to be a good light-comic actor himself)

Best Visual Effects: Spider-Man 2 - John Dykstra, Scott Stokdyk, Anthony LaMolinara, John Frazier
("thank God no Lord of the Rings this year"?! another nice punch!)

Best Short Film, Live Action: Wasp
(missed)

Best Short Film, Animated: Ryan
(huh?)

Best Cinematography: The Aviator - Robert Richardson
(I began to worry if the film would walk away with the Best Picture award!)

Best Sound: Ray - Greg Orloff, Bob Beemer, Steve Cantamessa, Scott Millan
(thank God for the surprise!)

Best Sound Editing: The Incredibles - Michael Silvers, Randy Thom
(the 'toon flick deserved more than just one award, and it got the right one)

Best Documentary Short: Mighty Times -- The Children's March
(I was just plain lucky)

Best Original Score: Finding Neverland - Jan A.P. Kaczmarek
(I may have a strong personal relation to the film and the score itself, but such a fleeting, breathtaking beauty of melody and harmony would surely have to be rewarded after all)

Best Original Song: The Motorcyle Diaries - "Al Otro Lado Del Rio" by Jorge Drexler
(surely he was pissed off for not given a chance to perfrom the song himself, and Banderas did not do the job well, yet Drexler got the revenge and he pulled it off just nicely!)

Best Leading Actress: Hilary Swank - Million Dollar Baby
(Staunton looked calm and still, Moreno was just happy to be nominated, Winslet smiled widely as usual, Bening remained seated, and me? brokenhearted.)

Best Foreign Language Film: The Sea Inside (Spain)
(Alejandro Almenabar! Alejandro Almenabar! finally getting the recognition for his consistenly good works!)

Best Original Screenplay: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Charlie Kaufman, Michel Gondry, Pierre Bismuth
(he was robbed for Being John Malkovich and Adaptation., Kaufman richly deserved to be applauded with standing ovation!)

Best Leading Actor: Jamie Foxx - Ray
(everyone's lock)

Best Director: Clint Eastwood - Million Dollar Baby
(what can I say, Marty?)

and finally,

Best Picture: Million Dollar Baby
(just exactly when Babs said, "I'm so happy to give it to you again, Clint", I screamed hysterically out loud in joy, for finally Oscar got it right this time, for finally Oscar played its suspense element very well until the very end of the whole show!)

There it was, the Oscar ceremony which I never thought Johnny Depp and Sean Penn would attend, which I might have to ban Beyonce for showing-off way too much, which I felt glad for Million Dollar Baby.

Special credit would go to Yo-Yo Ma, the show stealer who gave a hearty, touching performance that would be forever noted as the best 'In Memoriam' piece Academy Award has ever made.

So long!

77th Academy Awards - I Have A Say!

(A little unimportant note serving as ‘epilogue’ of this writing is simply the fact that actually I did make a draft of what’s supposedly to be my final prediction, yet, being too ecstatic of the upcoming day-off on Monday excited me way too much to the effect that I did f-o-r-g-e-t to bring that file home! Well, I managed to compose an email from my work’s email ID that was meant to contain an attachment of this file, yet, again, I did f-o-r-g-e-t to attach the file. Hooray! Here I am, stranded on my yellow chair, trying to get myself brainwashed with Norah Jones’s songs prior to her concert in two days, and recalling what I wrote throughout this afternoon. Oh for goodness sake! Just let the red carpet roll on and here we are …)

The time of the year of has come again.

The time of indulging in one’s triumph and another’s loss.

The time when work of merits is questioned and often set-aside by sympathy, empathy, and popularity.
After all, how can one explain Grace Kelly’s winning over Judy Garland? Or the fact that Bette Davis did not clinch the award for her Margot Channing’s turn in All About Eve? And how can Nicole Kidman be in Best Actress in a Leading Role while she shared the equal screen time and character’s connection to the story as the other two actresses?

Welcome to the Academy Awards, an annual event of glitz, glamour, dirty, tricky campaigns, where everything merges into one popularity contest.
Not that being popular means being un-worthy, after all, Al Pacino’s convincing portrayal as a blind veteran deserve to win, but Paul Newman’s repetition of character in The Color of Money?
So much that it takes to recognize sentimentality that is covered under the word of ‘overdue’. Apparently, this year’s race is all about overdue recognition for thespians who, with or without Oscar, we will always recognize their talents and invaluable contribution to the cinematic history.

Take a look.



BEST PICTURE:
- The Aviator
- Finding Neverland
- Million Dollar Baby
- Ray
- Sideways

Nauval says:
In the tradition of big-scale epic Hollywood used to reel on, The Aviator has everything: a dashing leading man, a woman or two on his side, terrifying action scenes, manipulative villains, yet it also includes complicated and misconstrue story that, well, leave the plane stuck to the ground. The meticulous technical aspect may make-up for those losses, yet if the film gets chosen to grab the coveted prize, it’d only label Academy Awards to be pretentious, rewarding a film that seems grand on the surface yet leaving many loopholes inside.

On the other hand, Million Dollar Baby, that seemed to smoothly slip under the radar throughout the entire pre-awards season, soars high on its simplicity, low-key theme of simple ambitions radically turning to an unexpected change. Slowly the film builds up and grabs our attention, leaves us thinking of the emotional impact Clint Eastwood cleverly inserts throughout. Yet, the controversy over its ending may slightly disrupt the momentum the film has gained so far.

Which is not the case for Finding Neverland and Ray, two nominees that relatively play on the ‘comfort zone’. Neverland has an abundance of charm and sweetness that seem to be an oasis on the desert of cynicism in real life, or adulthood to be precise if related to the object of this film. Ray itself is made to be a major tribute to the legendary Ray Charles, and it manages to avoid clichés being one of numerous made-for-TV biopics, thanks to the cutting edge style chosen by Taylor Hackford to deliver the story.

Yet, I can’t stop thinking of this ad I stumbled on Variety magazine that stated: “Rarely does a good comedy come along that needs to be taken seriously” (more or less so). Obviously, the advertisement refers to Sideways on its campaign to be recognized more widely by voters. You may think that being already showered with many critical notions is more than enough? So many theories or hypothesis to answer the question, yet we can say that comedy is often under-appreciated when it comes to Oscars, as voters prefer to reward high-minded brows, or worse, brainless epic.

Why do I root for Sideways here? Because to reward a deeply moving and contented film like Sideways, is to reward the life itself.

Will win:
Million Dollar Baby

Should win:
Sideways

Should have been nominated:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Incredibles, Kinsey, Closer, Dogville

BEST DIRECTOR:
- Clint Eastwood (Million Dollar Baby)
- Taylor Hackford (Ray)
- Mike Leigh (Vera Drake)
- Alexander Payne (Sideways)
- Martin Scorsese (The Aviator)

Nauval says:
One of the regrets from BIFF ’05 is to miss Vera Drake, and that causes my inability in commenting about the film and its 3 nominations here. However, should Mike Leigh maintain his skillful direction he showed in his previous works like Secrets & Lies or All or Nothing, then he would stand a chance to make an upset here. After all, one slot for non-Best Picture nominee’s director here would always be reserved for outstanding direction that at times even eclipse the work of this winner’s category.
And by saying that, I am intending to question the motivation of Academy shall they choose to give the award to Scorsese. If he wins, surely sentimentality plays a major role here, although it is hard to justify one’s career-long achievement by rewarding his least personal film.

On the other hand, the same case does not apply to Eastwood. His maturity in understanding human characters goes even deeper in Million, and the way he presents the somber film in intriguing direction strengthens his triumphant in excellent filmmaking, after all, boxing may not be his cup of tea, yet he made the film as the meatiest one he ever made.

Whereas Hackford and Payne have done some commendable job in delivering cutting-edge films that do freshen up the competition, they will have to remain as long-shots here.

Will win:
Martin Scorsese

Should win:
Clint Eastwood

Should have been nominated:
Michel Gondry (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), Michael Mann (Collateral), Zhang Yimou (Hero/House of Flying Daggers), Quentin Tarantino (Kill Bill Vol. 2), Mel Gibson (Passion of the Christ)

BEST ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE:
- Don Cheadle (Hotel Rwanda)
- Johnny Depp (Finding Neverland)
- Leonardo DiCaprio (The Aviator)
- Clint Eastwood (Million Dollar Baby)
- Jamie Foxx (Ray)

Nauval says:
I may overtly-praise Eastwood’s being listed in Best Director nomination, but seriously, what does he do here? His place here has shamefully taken the lives of many other deserving nominee, particularly Paul Giamatti in his sensitive portrayal as a middle-aged man in Sideways who might put the stiffest threat in this category.
Yet, even Giamatti’s submission would not even be able to encounter or to hijack the magical presence of one man that will go down as one of the few names in the history of Oscar to really deserve the award:

Jamie Foxx.

His uncanny resemblance to Ray Charles in this film not merely caused by the makeup, but more than that, Foxx has imbued and injected his own believability in playing the role, enriching the already-rich persona to the extent that we do see Ray himself on the screen.
With such an over-the-top performance, he will face no difficulty in walking away with the coveted prize. A possible upset may come from Cheadle who surprisingly gives a three-dimensional performance in Hotel Rwanda. His accent is impeccable, his gesture shows that it comes from the instinct instead of merely acting, and being hidden under the shadows of more famous stars all this time would surely boost his chance to be more recognized.

I am quite disappointed with DiCaprio’s blocked-performance resulted from being and trying too hard to look serious in the film. On the other hand, Depp’s understated performance seems to be next-to-nothing whenever he appears with Kate Winslet on the film, Finding Neverland.

Will win:
Jamie Foxx

Should win:
Jamie Foxx

Should have been nominated:
Paul Giamatti (Sideways) – I do not mind if he wins!, Gael Garcia Bernal (Bad Education), Liam Neeson (Kinsey), Javier Bardem (The Sea Inside), Jim Carrey (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

BEST ACTRESS:
- Annette Bening (Being Julia)
- Catalina Sandino Moreno (Maria Full Of Grace)
- Imelda Staunton (Vera Drake)
- Hilary Swank (Million Dollar Baby)
- Kate Winslet (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

Nauval says:
Again, one nomination from Vera Drake.
And this time it even heightens my curiosity as Staunton did a remarkable sweep in earlier pre-awards season, although later on her name seems to be drowned by the more popular ones. However, given the fact that Staunton plays such a demanding role would help her getting an edge on this category.

Yet, the same edge would not be applicable to Moreno and Winslet, although their names submitted here do give the category a refresh look and credibility to Academy to be brave in rewarding off-beat performances, breaking out tradition of women playing ‘typical’ safe roles.

And what are those ‘typical’ roles, you may ask?

Either you hate or love it, but Academy loves to see women de-glamorizing themselves to play woman at her utmost un-appealing look of dreadfulness, sorrow and grievances. Halle Berry in Monster’s Ball, Nicole Kidman in The Hours, Charlize Theron in Monster, they have shown what it takes to win in this category. What a male-chauvinist pig Academy has been!
One name that suits the criteria is, obviously, Hilary Swank in her role as down-to-luck waitress-cum-boxer in Million Dollar Baby, and interestingly, she did the same de-glam effect to more extreme extent when she won five years ago in Boys Don’t Cry. Swank does add the meat to the heavily-weighted somberness in Million, and no matter how I plea for Academy to spread its wealth to the rest of the nominees, I can’t help seeing that Swank’s performance indeed deserves to be rewarded.

However, wouldn’t it be nicer if Bening wins? Surely she’s been overdue, she may not be able to capture the same chance again considering her advanced age, but beyond that, the role she plays as an aging, demanding diva Julia Lambert is a reminiscence of Hollywood’s golden days when women were often portrayed as a quick-wit, manipulative and pure human being in control of her surroundings. In other words, Bening’s winning in this category would be a nice tribute and gesture of apology from Academy to other diva-roles that never got rewarded in the past: Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard, Bette Davis in All About Eve, Judy Garland in A Star is Born …

Will win:
Hilary Swank

Should win:
Annette Bening

Should have been nominated:
Julie Delpy (Before Sunset), Uma Thurman (Kill Bill Vol. 2), Nicole Kidman (Dogville), Kate Winslet (Finding Neverland)

BEST ACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLE:
- Alan Alda (The Aviator)
- Thomas Haden Church (Sideways)
- Jamie Foxx (Collateral)
- Morgan Freeman (Million Dollar Baby)
- Clive Owen (Closer)

Nauval says:
It’s all about sentimentalism here!
The sudden hype on Alda’s performance derives from the fact that he was often neglected in the past, and the submission of Foxx’s name here rides high from his buzz on Ray.

Certainly the favor is in Freeman, being passed for three times and now in his fourth nomination, he was acknowledged by his peers in Screen Actors Guild recently, and considering the major role SAG has in determining acting-branch winner, Freeman stands a good chance here, although personally I don’t think his role here is as bravura as his turn in Driving Miss Daisy or The Shawshank Redemption.

For Church to play well is simply to play himself. No one has understood Jack’s character as a washed-out soap opera star better than Church, a has-been actor himself who used to be regulars on “Wings” and “Ned and Stacey”. However, being the only actor with a comical role in this category would surely enhance and strengthen his position here.

Yet, if I’d be able to vote, my pick falls on Owen’s grand presence in Closer. Seamlessly shifting and drifting between being charismatic and menacing at times, some people may find his character’s cold-heartedness as purely antagonistic character, yet Owen injects his own charm that makes even an antagonist can be perfectly emphatized by the most sinister of critics and audience.

Will win:
Morgan Freeman

Should win:
Clive Owen

Should have been nominated:
David Carradine (Kill Bill Vol. 2), Peter Sarsgaard (Kinsey), Freddie Highmore (Finding Neverland), Rodrigo De la Serna (The Motorcyle Diaries), Paul Bettany (Dogville)

BEST ACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLE:
- Cate Blanchett (The Aviator)
- Laura Linney (Kinsey)
- Virginia Madsen (Sideways)
- Sophie Okonedo (Hotel Rwanda)
- Natalie Portman (Closer)

Nauval says:
Personally, this is my favorite category of all in this year’s race, as all of them deserve to be nominated, and to this date, it’s still pretty much open race to all of them.

Linney dominates the screen time in Kinsey and her remarkable journey from young Mrs. Kinsey to the older one is a true testament of her in-depth understanding in carrying the role vividly, towering herself above her male companions.

Okonedo defines the term ‘supporting’ itself, her presence there boosts Cheadle’s performance and by choosing not to steal the spotlight from him, we get drawn to whenever Okonedo appears on the screen.

Portman gives a surprisingly good performance in her first adult role, slips into her role convincingly, complete with her fragility and innocence look that makes her character notable even more.

Madsen, the critics’ darling, while given the least screen time compared to anyone else here, captured every single second and frame of her performance, even when she is only heard, we are taken to believe that she indeed is an inseparable part of Sideways’ deepest core of the story.

However, only one award is given out, and this time, let it be Blanchett’s.

Shamelessly I say that she’s the best actress around who consistently giving out her best no matter what kind of films she’s starring in (remember Pushing Tin? The Gift?), and no matter you may call me being sentimental, but she deserves to be rewarded, for already being unfairly passed in Elizabeth, should have got nominated for Bandits and Talented Mr. Ripley, and now, with her majestic performance in The Aviator playing the screen goddess of all time, Katharine Hepburn, this is Blanchett’s glorious night.
Blanchett’s take as Hepburn is terrifyingly real despite not covering herself with prosthetic make-up, more than that, Blanchett digs the inner persona of Hepburn to create a dignified presence of Hepburn like we’ve never seen before. Refreshing and believable, Blanchett’s majestic performance is the only thing that kept me glued to the seat throughout the entire duration of the film.

Will win:
Cate Blanchett

Should win:
Cate Blanchett

(but really, whoever wins in this category, I’m just plainly happy! J)

Should have been nominated:
Meryl Streep (The Manchurian Candidate), Sharon Warren (Ray), Regina King/Kerry Washington (Ray), Irma P. Hall (The Ladykillers), Isabella Rossellini (The Saddest Music in the World)

BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY:
- Richard Linklater, Kim Krizan, Ethan Hawke & Julie Delpy (Before Sunset)
- David Magee (Finding Neverland)
- Paul Haggis (Million Dollar Baby)
- Jose Rivera (The Motorcycle Diaries)
- Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor (Sideways)

Nauval says:
How I wish Before Sunset to win!
One of the best sequels ever made, one of the purest love stories ever created, Sunset defines romance and love in such an unbelievably intelligent manner that leaves us feeling longing for similar chemistry to happen in this ordinary life.
Yet, the moment certainly belongs to Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor here. This is the only category where they can be confident, highly confident as a matter of fact, to grab the award. They more than deserve it.

Will win:
Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor (Sideways)

Should win:
Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor (Sideways) / Richard Linklater, Kim Krizan, Ethan Hawke & Julie Delpy (Before Sunset)


BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY:
- John Logan (The Aviator)
- Charlie Kaufman, Michel Gondry & Pierre Bismuth (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)
- Keir Pierson & Terry George (Hotel Rwanda)
- Brad Bird (The Incredibles)
- Mike Leigh (Vera Drake)

Nauval says:
Alritey, enough about the hype on The Aviator, apparently the script has undergone some butchering process and what you see on the screen, well, I shall not prompt further.
This category has Charlie Kaufman words all over the place, and still faithful to his eccentric, original style of writing, Eternal Sunshine proves to be the most appealing of his works, at least to Academy members who might not comprehend the depth of Being John Malkovich and Adaptation..
Possible upset may come from Mike Leigh, or … Brad Bird? If it is so, what a jolly good surprise then!

Will win:
Charlie Kaufman, Michel Gondry & Pierre Bismuth (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

Should win:
Charlie Kaufman, Michel Gondry & Pierre Bismuth (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)


BEST ANIMATED FEATURE:
- The Incredibles
- Shark Tale
- Shrek 2

Nauval says:
Need we debate over this?
But seriously, Shark Tale instead of The Polar Express?

Will win:
The Incredibles

Should win:
The Incredibles


BEST FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM:
- The Sea Inside (Spain)
- The Chorus (France)
- Yesterday (South Africa)
- Downfall (Germany)
- As It is in Heaven (Sweden)

Nauval says:
Only saw two out of five here, The Sea Inside and The Chorus, the former does uplift audience’s spirit and the latter falls into cliché of tearjerker film. Alejandro Almenabar and Javier Bardem will walk up to the stage collecting the award.

Will win:
The Sea Inside

Should win:
The Sea Inside

Should have been nominated (so many good films being passed over!):
Maria Full of Grace, Bad Education, The Motorcycle Diaries, A Very Long Engagement, House of Flying Daggers, Facing Window, I Not Scared.

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There you go, the ten nominations that I give my comments on. The rest of my prediction will come below:


BEST DOCUMENTARY FEATURE:
Super Size Me
(what a slap if it really happens!)


BEST ORIGINAL SCORE:
Finding Neverland – Jan A.P. Kaczmarek
(seriously, don’t you get tired folks in listening to formulaic scores of John Williams? And what does James Newton Howard do in the almost-silent The Village?)


BEST ORIGINAL SONG:
“Look To Your Path (Vois Sur Ton Chemin)” – The Choir (France) – Bruno Coulais, Christophe Barratier
(where’s Mike Jagger and Dave Stewart whenever they’re needed? And “Believe” from Phantom of the Opera does not sound anywhere near being opera-ic)


BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY:
A Very Long Engagement – Bruno Delbonnel
(visually captivating, Jean Pierre Jeunet’s rich direction needs to be rewarded in one way or another)


BEST COSTUME DESIGN:
Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events – Colleen Atwood
(fantasy film shall prevail)


BEST ART DIRECTION:
The Aviator – Francesca Lo Schiavo (Art) & Dante Ferretti (set)
(love Ferretti’s works ever since The Age of Innocence, although it is still possible that Lemony’s team may hijack this category)


BEST MAKEUP:
Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events – Valli O’Reilly & Bill Corso
(putting on make-up for multi-faces of Jim Carrey in multiple characters is surely a hard work to do)


BEST SOUND MIXING:
The Aviator – Tom Fleischman & Petur Hliddal
(the airplane-crash scenes do justify this)


BEST FILM EDITING:
The Aviator – Thelma Schoonmaker
(although Collateral’s winning would be welcome as well)


BEST SOUND EDITING:
Spider-Man 2 – Paul N.J. Ottosson
(otherwise those fighting scenes would not be believable)


BEST VISUAL EFFECTS:
Spider-Man 2 - John Dykstra, Scott Stokdyk, Anthony LaMolinara, John Frazier
(otherwise the comic elements would not come up well)



Final note:
Set aside the sentimental feeling, the sentiments over the overdue-s, this is Oscar! Have a blast, people!

/film review/ Sideways.

Being the last on the list of that top five pictures I’ve got to see, there was this overtly ridiculous anxiety on how this film that I was about to indulge myself into is gonna be. Not to help soothing and calming down my jolt was the constant reminder from fellow film enthusiasts like Rio or Ve who kept bugging me to watch this film for the sake of their forecast on one eagerly-awaited event on Monday.
So there I was, not being late as usual, nicely sat on a side-seat near the passage way to drive myself over SIDEWAYS.

Little did I know that the road trip I was about to ride on is going to be the most thrilling film-watching experiences one has ever taken in his life.

Sideways focuses its story on a wine-tasting trip taken by Miles, an aspiring writer and a struggling English teacher who decides to throw this trip a week prior to his buddy’s wedding, Jack, a has-been soap opera actor forced to do commercial voice-over work. Not merely being a wine-tasting, scenery-viewing road trip, it has emerged into a journey of their lifetime with several encounters that would change their perspective on lives, particularly from the presence of Maya and Stephanie, two women differ in a great stark of contrast from one another, who both contribute possible changes of turn in their seemingly-destined bleak future. Of course, the choice lies on both men’s hands then to opt for the change, or heading straight to the planned ones.

Now you must be tickled: where’s the humor, pal?

Now I can only ask back: do we need to intentionally create one? For the fabricated ones would only evoke silliness?

Surely one or two slapstick scenes are made to enlighten this already-enjoyable film, but the rest of the comedy part is scattered evenly throughout the entire 120-minute, balanced nicely with some touching scenes that, well, seem ordinary to some extent. Just like our lives itself, there are times we may be laughing over-the-top over other people’s misfortunate and within seconds we can turn in bedazzlement to sympathize with it, and times when we feel completely being nothing next to other people’s well-headed lives.

Just like me, and mostly, everybody else.

Therefore I salute Alexander Payne and Jim Taylor for consistently uplifting our egoistical mood through their off-beat works that strike our chord to appreciate and embrace the life. From the hilarious Citizen Ruth to Reese Witherspoon’s innocent ambitions of taking part in a high school’s Election to divinely somber About Schmidt, here are two filmmakers riding high on the spirit of true story-telling a la 70's films. Naivety is the forbidden word never to be applied here, just plainly real and never be deceiving or degrading or even insulting.

Even more, those stated effect is successfully achieved through the top-notch class acts from this group of underdog actors who, like it or not, always get overlooked and under appreciated. After all, in the world of Botox-perfected faces, who would’ve thought that Paul Giamatti could fit into description of the leading man who can carry a film on his shoulder? Or the already-a-has-been Thomas Haden Church who seems to be playing himself in the character Jack, so much so that the act itself gives me a jittery feeling? Or Virginia Madsen, best remembered for her forgettable turn in Candyman? Or Sandra Oh, always-second-rated actress who almost hijacks Under the Tuscan Sun completely from Diane Lane?
Together this foursome created chemistry unlike any other buddy-themed films ever made or even attempted to. Led by Giamatti as Miles, the model, picture perfect of depressive man heading towards directionless ambition who has to surrender to the cruelty of life, who simply yearn to be recognized for his talent, yet never dares himself to plunge and take the risk, which may lead to success. Every single smirk, smile, change of expression shown in Giamatti’s face that often got close-up in this film will reveal the truest character of this role.

If what you read all above will mostly strike your chord, worry not. Or even if you still find those words are plain and ordinary, worry not either. For its warmth and tender humor derived from life experience, for its believable performances from superb cast ensemble, for scores and music that never alienate the scenes the music is supposed to accompany with, for the most humane story of any films recently released, for a clear direction that inspires, I present my whole-hearted vote for Best Picture:

SIDEWAYS.

found!

i find you through a stack of hays

i find you through a bundle of clouds

i find you through interconnected linkages

i find you through myself

i find you through your presence

i find you through your absence

i find you through silence

i find you through confusion

i find you through longing

i find you through thoughtful thoughts

i find you through clickings

i find you through ramblings

i find you through comments

i find you through mishaps

i find you through chances

i find you through abstinence

i find you through ...

...

i always find you.

/film review/ Ray

Have you ever felt or had a little reservation prior to watching a film that is caused by a certain relation or some kind of degree-of-separation about the film you are about to see?

I had one, and to be exact, I had a little reservation prior to watching Ray, simply for the fact that I was a little disappointed seeing another biopic-musical weeks earlier. That unfortunate film in which its musical spirit was unfairly removed is called The Buddy Holly Story, and had it not been for Gary Busey performance, I would surely have discontinued watching that soulless film. However, my worry has diminished the minute flickering flame appears on the big white screen, forming a sillhouette playing against the opening credits of RAY.

And what a soulful journey it was!

As the title itself suggests, Ray shows us the life of the genius legendary late Ray Charles Orbison from his traumatic childhood where he caught glucome at a mere age of 6 years old that left him blind for the rest of his life, to his rise of stardom that forever changed the modern music scene for the past 50 years. Along the way, we are shown with many interesting characters who have shaped the existence of Ray Charles and his music as what we have enjoyed until now. These characters did play and give major contributions in creating many of Ray's hits, as well as occurences happened during the creation of those songs, allowing us as the audience to be given a privilege of private access in analyzing how his works like "Mary Ann" was made as he fell for his band's singer and created the song based on her presence, or "Mess Around" was unintentionally created as he threw a tantrum to Margie, his backup singer, that ended up in a long argument over their decision to stay apart from one another personally.

Such an angle of storytelling allows Hackford to play around with his skillful direction in presenting Ray's story through manners that the late genius himself would approve had he been alive: painfully glorious.
Ray's achievement had to bear numerous hardship in his life, not merely on his physical disabilities, but also on his mentality going crippled with his drug addiction and womanizing-behaviour. Yet, through his songs, he spoke out his sentimentality and playful feeling at times, a genius who immersed himself fully in his works, and the way Hackford presented this story in condensed 152-minute duration that leaves us with tears, laugh and longing for more of Ray, clearly shows the masterful understanding of the music and the soul of the legend behind the glory.

Enhanced with a majestic performance from Jamie Foxx in the titular role that is destined to be the role of is lifetime, Ray looks amazingly believable, thanks to his uncanny resemblance that just simply blew my mind. Having been hid or put under shadow for a long time, Foxx finally deserved this rich attention, no matter how overwhelming it can be, for he gives a heartfelt resemblance as the genius himself. Not merely enough to be contented with piano skills, the way Foxx does his gestures as Ray has prompted us to really think that he embodies the utmost complete spirit of Ray.

However, one scene-stealer really caught my attention way long after the film ends: Sharon Warren.

A relatively unknown who shines in her acting debut (really!), she wrecks our hearts in playing the role as Aretha Charles, Ray's beloved, good-hearted mother who determined to make a good living for Ray. She has this advantage for not necessarily sharing any scenes with other more established actresses like Kerry Washington or Regina King, and she does seize that chance by showcasing her unbelievable emotional acting skills that leaves us wanting for more of her. Seems that not enough screen-time for her in the film. When she weeps and bursts out her grievances, we are prompted to symphatize with her.

Ray Charles Orbison would surely be smiling widely from up above, looking down proudly of this film.
Salute!

/film review/ Aviator, The

Glossy! Glitzy!

Those are two words that kept popping inside my head upon walking out of the theatre where I watched this tale of Howard Hughes, one of the greatest, or perhaps the most eccentric men who marked his presence in film industry and aviation field like no other tycoons have ever done. As loaded with larger-than-life images and stories, somehow the plane that I boarded in this film never really took off.

In his latest ambitious effort to capture Best Director prize in Academy Awards, Martin Scorsese tried to put his hand in making another biopic this time, in a scope of epic scale that he has recently indulged himself in to, with the likes of Gangs of New York or recalling a decade earlier, The Age of Innocence. THE AVIATOR focuses on the time span of early to mid 20th century, the time when Howard Hughes name would guarantee admirations and smirks at the same note, just as eccentric as his behavior can be, the name itself similar to the word controversy spelt all around his presence. From a movie-mogul to planes-obsessed person, from Katharine Hepburn to Ava Gardner to numerous starlets, Howards Hughes’ story is the story Hollywood filmmakers are dying to have, as rich as films that Hughes himself might direct or produce.

Yet, as any epics that look splendid on the surface, so does the film.

Scorsese painstakingly put an extra effort in recreating certain looks that he wanted to achieve by using different degrees of color associated to the ‘film-look’ of the era in which any particular part of the story took place, gradually emerged into a more natural look towards the end of the film. Such a pleasant viewing for the eyes, and apparently those external elements of tuneful music, exhilarating set designs and costume design did not help elevating this film to a higher level where I don’t need to wander my mind away for almost three-hour duration.

Which would lead us thinking: what is wrong with the story?

As the film itself was meant to be a tribute to celebrate Hughes remarkable achievement in his peak period of time, which is why the timeline would only stretch from mid 1920s to 1950s, the story seems to be drifting apart in between glorifying his fame to retelling his private live which differ in a great contrast from one another. Certainly John Logan had to bear a difficult task in merging these two, not to mention that the script itself has been tossed around for years in development, suspiciously resulting in catharsis of mediating between the two, leaving different stories stand on their own.

The only thing that is able to keep me glued to my seat is the eclectic performance delivered by Cate Blanchett in her perfect-pitched impersonation as Katharine Hepburn. Not merely mimicking her accent or gesture, Blanchett went to the extent that she imbued the Hepburn persona within herself, so much so that while we could still see Blanchett on the screen without any exaggerated prosthetic makeup, we are taken to the state of believability that the soul of Hepburn was present in the film, thanks to Blanchett decision to play her character from within, and Hepburn’s over-the-top gestures were convincingly and vividly portrayed as if Blanchett has forever donned this role to her own character for a long time.

However, the same cannot be said to Leonardo DiCaprio who tries too hard to capture the eccentricity of Hughes by risking himself to certain unnecessary acts, only show to us that DiCaprio himself has not been able to shake off his own image as a dashing young actor in delivering the role. Looking at him in the big screen, one may not help wondering if Hughes did really raise his eyebrows all the time, or how unconvincing it is to see him alongside the grand presence of Blanchett as Hepburn. It does not help either when he bared himself on the screen to show Hughes’s near-madness mental situation, or his smirk face shown when he got obsessed with cleanliness to the extreme. Call it a curse of his handsome feature, yet DiCaprio fails to bring out Hughes’s eccentricity to convincing performance.

Whereas many people praise this film as the most accessible Scorsese film which he made this as a ‘less-personal’ work, on the other hand I find that decision is regretted as the whole film itself is buried under the applaudable gorgeous presentation. Surely, with all the rising hype and the buzz of the film being one of the best, I could only scratch my head and whispering to myself: One of the most over-rated films ever.

Leftovers.

(on Yoshinoya)

an afternoon unlike any other
where we sat across each other
indulging in satisfying the hunger
of warm and tender

a place of coldness
teens at their madness
yet we just create this space
that could be perfectly understood
through some miso soup and two bowls of rice

i captured many angles of an angel.

(on Yoshinoya - another side)

there it was
on a packed Saturday afternoon
you sat there at ease with yourself
contented, confident, comforting

as i gaze my thoughts channeled to you
to hope that you would comprehend
and ask no more
about how one longs to replace his bolster

twinnie!
i crave over this craze

(on Starbucks)

an overtly crowded cafe
yet we managed to sneak
into a zone of temporary comfort

a nite filled with air of reds
and sparks of oranges
i pay my respect

to the surroundings
to the soul

who sails away on his own
who stands up on his thoughts
who prevails, who whispers, who loves

whose laughter injects vibrancy
whose silence commands attention
whose being melts one's cold-hearted emotions
and slip off my feet

who loves the life and all of its fullest.

(on Coffee Club)

mornings we made love
afternoons we made friends
or simply we made entrances to each other's life
in more intimate ways

like that one sunny day
such a rarity to see the windy friendly breeze of air
perfectly captured and lifted up the whole mood
of talks
of laughs
of smirks
of bitchings
of gossipings
of comforts
and of love shared among others



-- it's just an overture --

/film review/ Million Dollar Baby

Like a fight, teardrops do fall, blood does burst out, sweat does drop, people do yell, shout and clap. Yet, like a fight, concentration is needed to win. Focusing on your inner strength would help you soar. And there is this huge amount of intensed feeling one can not escape.

MILLION DOLLAR BABY kicks around a classical rags-to-riches fairy tale of one's determination towards her passion to do what she likes to do, and indeed, prevails to success and stardom. The object of this story centers on Maggie Fitzgerald, a forever-being-waitress woman at her mid-30s who long for a break out of her horrenduous life and found her oasis in boxing. When she sneaks herself in a boxing gym owned by Frankie Dunn, a retired athlete himself, and taken care of by his faithful friend, Eddie Scrap, she is merely being seen as a girl trying to do the impossible. Yet, her persistence wins over Frankie's ego to train her and launch her professional career into a sensational and phenomenal boxer. However, one occurence would change both their lives in an unexpected way.

You don't want me to reveal the big surprise, do you?

Then keep yourself seated well and just bear the first 30 minute or so if you find the scenes are a bit lengthy to concentrate on, for the real story begins to build up afterwards, with painfully real fighting scenes shown throughout. However, the power of this film lies mostly on the intensity built between the characters and the settings they are in.

And this is what Clint Eastwood has always done his best: intensity.
Intensed performances from his actors in portraying emotional conflicts within their characters, as captured vividly throughout his films, ranging from bravura performance of Forest Whitaker in Bird, to all-human like character of Gene Hackman in Unforgiven, to sensitivity portrayed by Meryl Streep in The Bridges of Madison County, to brooding Sean Penn does his career best in Mystic River, and the baby herself Hilary Swank who throws herself into complexity portraying the progress of an all woman from desperation to over-joyedness and plunge into falldown all over again. Swank does a justice to this series of great performances of actors in Eastwood's films and obediently obeying the rules subconsciously set here: no over-the-top dramatic acting style needed, and the intensity of performances needs not be following a certain infamous 'method' either. As Maggie, who shifts dramatically from a mere waitress to a boxing star, Swank smoothly plays the character in her own way that eventhough we may not be able to see her immensely becoming Maggie Fitzgerald, unlike the way she magically did with her Brandon Teena in Boys Don't Cry, we are unable to resist the feeling of being moved and admire this hard-willed character who does not stop fighting until the end of the story. Note how I choose not to use the word 'symphatize' here to describe our emotive feeling towards the central character here, as Eastwood aptly decides to portray Maggie in a plain-Jane manner, we can still see her flaws, her naivety and innocence which all make her simply human.

Second intensity that Eastwood excels in doing is, obviously, the intensed story of the film itself, that allows a certain decisive manner in how he wishes to present his film to be, and within the intensity of the story, we are able to see characters' development that is very focused to suit the whole atmosphere of the film. Most of the times, we are taken into stillness of statutory presence of Freeman and Eastwood who command the scenes whenever they are in, and in the quietness, they deliver the subtext lines that serve well in drawing our attention deeper to the story.
In addition, haunting scores done by Eastwood himself in the tradition of similar simplistic music concept he did earlier in Madison County and Mystic River, gives an enhancement of moody atmosphere suited well to the whole context of this film.

As such, Eastwood prove himself to be alive and kicking hard by delivering this powerful film that punches hard in silence. Among the crowds of brainless, sound/visual effects-maddening trash, Million slips quietly and win over our hearts for its sincerity, plainness frank of storytelling that seems to be a rarity these days.

emERgency

You see, I don't really proclaim myself as a TV-junkie like Tobi or perhaps anyone else who can indulge in front of that goggle box. Pretty much my interest on TV has diminished along with the passing of those digestive comedy series, particularly Friends and Sex and the City, the only two series in which you can consider myself as a faithful follower. Well, there is Will & Grace that still gives me good, spontaneous laugh, yet I still can't really commit some half-an-hour spare time in a day to sit properly and indulge in the world of wackiness from those foursome.

Tapi malem ini, setelah bermaksud sekedar leyeh-leyeh di kasur sambil flipping through TV channels, akhirnya aku terpaku dan ngga ganti-ganti Channel 5 yang ternyata tiap Rabu malem muter salah satu drama televisi, yang IMHO (in my honest opinion), adalah salah satu drama televisi terbaik yang setelah masuk hitungan satu dekade lebih, tetep bisa mempertahankan kualitas cerita. Setiap minggunya. Setiap ganti musim atau season nya.

The faithful medical drama goes by the name of E.R..

Seperti layaknya Friends juga, malem ini aku baru nyadar kalo beberapa tahun terakhir ini aku tumbuh dan berkembang bersama film seri E.R. ini. Walaupun ngga ngikutin tiap minggunya, tapi suasana rumah sakit umum di Boston (ato Chicago yah, walaupun cuman bikinan studio ini juga!) yang selalu berantakan dan rame ama pasien-pasien dari kalangan menengah ke bawah, demikian juga ama dokter-dokternya yang cekatan meskipun hidup pas-pasan dengan segala intrik kehidupan pribadi mereka, sempet membuat aku kepengen jadi dokter beneran! Apa daya, nilai Biologi pas-pasan, dan don't even start on Kimia apalagi Fisika! Hahahaha!
Yah, nasib emang ga ngijinin saya jadi dokter beneran, tapi kalo jadi dokter di serial tipi, mungkin masih ada kesempatan *dreamy mode on*.

Balik lagi ke E.R., satu hal yang bikin kita, ato tepatnya saya, sempat ketagihan nonton serial ini, mungkin karena Michael Crichton (idolanya mas Q ini) sangat tau dan teliti waktu nulis karakter masing-masing, yang dibikin sedetail mungkin dengan segala permasalahan hidup mereka yang koq kayanya kerasa nyambung ama penonton. Apalagi being underpaid and overworked macam dokter-dokter ini, tentunya emang achingly real buat kaum pekerja, macem saya mungkin? *menguik diri sendiri mode on*.
Yang jelas, meskipun George Clooney ama Julianna Margulies sudah pergi, demikian juga ama si botak Anthony Edwards yang kematiannya sempet bikin penonton televisi di Amrik mengharu biru, cerita perjuangan dokter-dokter ini ngga pernah mati. Ada Noah Wyle yang dulu pernah make obat-obatan sampe sekarang bisa sembuh lagi, Maura Tierney yang selalu bermasalah ama ibunya, Ming-Na yang jadi single mother dari hasil hubungannya dengan seorang pria Afrika-Amerika, masih ada Goran Visnjic, Laura Innes, dan tentunya para bintang tamu yang selalu ga jadi tukang numpang lewat doang seperti di kebanyakan sitkom, tapi kehadiran William H. Macy atau Don Cheadle sekarang selalu bisa diintegrasikan dengan baik ke dalam cerita.

Akhirnya, dokter-dokter ini emang ngga selalu berhasil nyelametin nyawa para pasiennya, dan sering kita liat mereka mojok buat nangis, sementara mereka juga harus keliatan tenang dan tabah di depan keluarga korban.
Seperti layaknya juga kita, biar lagi ngga enak suasana hati, kadang masih juga harus nyenengin orang laen, dan nonton acara tipi yang uplifting mood seperti ini bisa bikin pikiran jadi seger lagi.

Kesimpulannya, kalo ada yang punya dvd-nya, mbok ya dipinjemin tho ...

/film review/ Hotel Rwanda

Those expecting over-melodramatic violence of wars, riots, unrests and alike, kindly be disappointed, for what you’re about to see is an honest and plainly real retelling of an overlook horrible act of human inadequacy from one man’s point of view. Nothing more, nothing less, just about the right proportion.

HOTEL RWANDA centers around Rwanda’s infamous genocide breakout as seen by Paul Rusesabagina, a hotelier who lives his life as the way a man of his age acts: happily settled himself surrounded by loving kids and faithful wife, Tatiana; superbly manages his business by shamelessly admitting the acts of corruption as the key to his survival, which has led him to ignorance of his surroundings.
Not until the gradual tension of the war slowly starts rubbing his attention and changes him from a material-minded businessman to be an unconditional hero who determinedly saves the people from succumbing themselves deeper to those unfortunate conditions.

Your curiosity may focus on the fact whether such a theme that could easily be the source of inspiration from any cheesy made-for-TV flicks is, in fact, cliché. Thanks to Terry George who aptly decided to put the spotlight of the whole hype inside the hotel so as to make an objective point of view towards such a sensitive issue like this, what we get to see is one of the most profoundly humane war stories that ever made to the screen.

By being humane means that George allows the audience to see clearly the progress in the characters’ lives, how Paul and Tatiana are presented as regular folks who, along with their fellow countrymen, never expect such an occurrence would come to their established life, how Paul as a family man would be exhausting himself from head to toe saving his family by doing what he knows best, bribing, stealing and making the best use of any chance he’s got, yet such so-called indecency act is naturally justifiable and accepted at confusing times like that. After all, George would never let any scenes of his wonderfully conceptualized film here fall flat to become mere linking images from one scene to another as each and every frame of story here would complete one another to form a continuous storyline that, simply, move the audience to tears.

For that effect, Don Cheadle carries the major task on his shoulder, and gladly I say that he succeeds doing so. Not necessarily imitating the titular role who is still healthily alive and kicking, and in fact was the consultant of this film, Cheadle adapts the role by interpreting the character on his own and embodies his psychological behavior very well to the extent that we are convinced to see the painful expression on several emotional scenes meant to wrench your heart. His adopted African accent is impeccable, and the chemistry that he made with Sophie Okonedo is painfully real, enchanting us even to the slightest during their brief romance scene that provides a sense of relief throughout the film.
Okonedo herself puts a certain air of bravery in her womanly role, a role of a housewife that has to provide comfort to her children, her husband and herself. Such a role that seems to be destined as object of condemnation in most films proves to be a meaty one, thanks to her believable acting that slips along the scenes well without necessarily stealing the spotlight from Cheadle.

A one feel-good drama that will leave you feeling fulfilled without shedding unnecessary tears. You will be moved, you will shout in triumphant full of joy.

- tomorrow may not be -

do not jump to any hypothesis.
do not make any assumption.

read through.
have a pleasant viewing of each and every single line.

just tell me what you think of the following words:

Life changes its beauty all the time / Sometimes it's a shade / Sometimes life is a sunlight
Live here every moment to your heart's content / The time that is here / May not be tomorrow

One who loves you wholeheartedly / It is difficult to meet that person
If there is someone like that somewhere / That person is more beautiful than all
Grab onto his hand / He may not be gracious tomorrow

Taking the shadow of your eyelashes / When someone comes near
You try to reason with your crazy heart / Your heart just goes on beating
But think, that which is here now / That story may not be here tomorrow

Life changes its beauty all the time / Sometimes it's a shade / Sometimes life is a sunlight
Live here every moment to your heart's content / The time that is here / May not be tomorrow

The time that is here / May not be tomorrow

i dedicate that to the lovelorns everywhere who may hold up to their utmost ecstatic state of mind.

to 'the white pants' couple who find each other again.
to IU who fights for the 'one in a million, once in a lifetime'.
to Cinta who are surrounded by unfortunate ones.
to my two 'beibs' who embark on a destiny.
to one dark knight falling head over feet happily.
to the music encyclopedia raging over jealousy.
to Jeng who is a bride to be.
to my housemates on their own precious space full of warmth and tenderness.
to one thoughtful flatmate liking young ones.

to Twinnie.
to a lifetime.

(nauval to eko over MSN before 6 pm - "love is one thing worth risking, indulging, playing and gambling")

ps : that song is taken from one bollywood film called kal ho naa ho

;-)

'I can't take my eyes off of you ...'

There she is.

Natalie Portman in her spunky red hair, walking aimlessly, as if she is heading towards us the audience, while actually Jude Law is the man she puts her sights on. As the playful editing shifts between the two faces exchanging smiles, Damien Rice has started crooning his acoustic song riveting about “The Blower’s Daughter” with lyrics that is so aptly tuned to the scene.

“I can't take my eyes off of you/I can't take my eyes off you…”

For those who have seen Closer, you may find that the melodious composition of what can be a rip-off from tracks found in some aspiring indie band, actually plays a pivotal role in enhancing the mood of that particular opening scene, transporting audience to an atmosphere of longing and yearning of some undefined feeling.

It is a piece of cake to indicate how one song can successfully be associated with certain scenes from a film. Whenever I come to CD shops and listening to that Damien Rice’s song being played along, I’d surely stop and start acting like Jude Law, pretending to adjust my glasses, gazing at some scattered direction, only to find that no one is willing to sacrifice their dignity to be my Natalie Portman of the moment. How sad.

Or remember the cheerful, full of warmth dinner scene in the middle of My Best Friend’s Wedding, where Cameron Diaz’s big family members joyfully sing along Dionne Warwick’s “I Say A Little Prayer for You”?
And not to mention how Rupert Everett hijacks the whole film with his quirky act, mind-boggling story on his ‘fake’ encounter with Warwick that started him to devilishly sing “the moment I wake up/before I put on my makeup …”

The rest goes down to history as one of the great musical scenes ever found in non-musical films.

Just as we begin to think that soundtrack has been reduced its functionality to become a mere marketing or promotional tool of a film by throwing in any tracks that God only knows whether they suit the film or not (M2M’s “Don’t Say You Love Me” for Pokemon: The First Movie, anyone?), we are glad to reel on those few precious, magical moments where songs and scenes incorporate and integrate nicely to make into works worth remembering. However, integration does not always come smoothly as proven in the massacre of Cole Porter’s works in De-Lovely, in which Irwin Winkler tried to apply the formula on constructing Porter’s biographical story based on his songs that simply fail to engage audience in singing, no matter how familiar they/we are with those standards.

At this point of time, I can’t think of any recent director so tuneful in this trend rather than the genius himself, Mr. Quentin Tarantino, with particular reference to his Kill Bill Vol. 1. Remember the moment when Daryl Hannah as Elle Driver made her grand entrance as a one-eyed nurse, and the camera shoots her figure from below and as the music is progressing, so is the shot of hers slowly building up, and ends with a bang!

Job-Hopping!

Barusan baca blognya Rio terutama bagian drama berseri super menegangkan a la Saur Sepuh, Tutur Tinular, bahkan menyaingi itu lho, aduh, ada satu sandiwara radio yang dimaenin ama cast-nya Losmen! Hayo hayo, yang dulu kerjaannya nangkring depan radio, pasti tau deh sandiwara radio ini.

Nah, kalo udah tau, tolong kasih tau gue lewat email gue ini aja, lha wong gue ngga mau nulis tentang sandiwara radio koq! Ehehehehe!

Setelah baca postingan yang lanjut ama SMS-an ama yang punya blog alias Rio itu, gue baru nyadar kalo bapak satu ini punya jenjang perjalanan karir yang lumayan panjang, terarah dan mantap. Paling ngga setelah gue sempet tau latar belakang pendidikannya, dan jenis kerjaan yang dia jalanin selama ini dan memang sangat nyambung itu, gue bisa bilang tentang terarah ato engga itu.
Nah, yang pengen gue tulis disini adalah betapa masih banyak dari kita, ato paling ngga gue nulis berdasarkan pengalaman pribadi dan beberapa temen gue disini, yang masih belum ketauan dan belum bisa jawab pertanyaan ibu guru, oom/tante, bahkan orang tua kita sendiri yang sering ditanyain waktu kita kecil dulu:

"Nak, kalo kamu sudah besar nanti, mau jadi apa?"

Dan sim salabim abrakadabra! Bermunculan lah jawaban standar yang dulu sering dipake, dan mari kita analisis kenapa akhirnya jawaban ini ngga ada yang terpenuhi:

"Pengen jadi polisi"
(Analisa: Nak, jadi polisi itu susah, gaji kecil, panas-panas ngejar setoran!)

"Pengen jadi presiden"
(Analisa: Nak, dulu yang bisa jadi Presiden cuma satu)

"Pengen jadi astronaut"
(Analisa: Nak, please deh, dulu Pratiwi Sudharmono itu belum sempet jadi astronaut beneran!)

"Pengen jadi dokter"
(Analisa: Nak, pelajaran IPA-mu dulu aja ngga pernah lewat dari 6)

"Pengen jadi petani"
(Analisa: Nak, hari gini gitu looohhh!)

"Pengen jadi insinyur"
(Analisa: Nak, matematika mu aja sering keteteran gitu)

"Pengen jadi bapak rumah tangga yang baik"
(Analisa: Naaaakkk, kamu kecil-kecil udah mikir gituan!)

Maaak, terus gue mau jadi apa?

Lebih sedihnya lagi, sampe pasca usia seperempat abad ini, pertanyaan-pertanyaan itu bukannya malah terjawab satu-satu, tapi malah nambah satu-satu juga karena hidup di negeri orang independently (wes ewes ewes bahasa-neee!) ini berarti musti mikir banyak konsekuensi lain kalo mau ganti kerjaan, pindah kerjaan, ato simply menganggur.

Menganggur? Ah! Itu kata yang sering jadi momok semua orang! Karena dibilang kalo masa menganggur berarti masa yang tidak produktif. Masa sih?

Padahal pengalaman gue selama masa pengangguran, bisa hidup lebih sehat, karena berarti saya bisa maen squash dan nge-gym gratisan ama Anoe di kondo dia, ato jogging di pagi hari, dilanjut dengan nulis novel yang ga pernah kelar itu (dan buat 3 rekan seperguruan, inilah understatement kalo gue bener-bener ngerjain project kita yaaaa!), atau nonton DVD pinjeman dari Esplanade Library, nulis review nya, baca buku banyak-banyak, nonton lunch performance gratis di Esplanade yang ga pernah bisa gue tonton, ke arts galleries yang ga pernah gue sentuh lagi dalam setaun terakhir ini, bahkan (malu banget!) gue belum pernah nginjekin kaki ke Singapore Tyler Print Institute (STPI) yang terkenal karena cuman ada satu Tyler Print Institute buat Asia itu! Aaaahhh!
Lihatlah, betapa indahnya dunia!

Walaupun tiap tanggal 20 dan tanggal 30, akhirnya gue harus menunduk dalam, mengais-ngais celengan sambil meluk Bambang membayar tagihan rumah, tagihan telpon, tagihan listrik, tagihan internet, dan belum lagi tagihan-tagihan laen yang bikin gue akhrinya menyerah lagi, untuk mencari kerja lagi ...

For the sake of survival!

Dan lingkaran setan untuk bertahan hidup inilah yang membuat gue akhirnya kembali mencari kerja yang orang laen bisa bilang sebagai "kerja abal-abal" karena kerjaannya bisa dibilang semi blue-collar work, gaji pas-pasan banget, dan slightly over-qualified benernya. Tapi apa mau dikata, kerjaan inilah yang bayar kebutuhan hidup mendasar gue, yang bisa membuat gue masih tegar berdiri, dan kuncinya bertahan di tempat kerjaan is simply to ...

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Kerja pertama gue jadi sales executive di perusahaan kecil yang suka bikin conferences ato seminars emang eneg banget, karena kerja sales berarti menuhin target kuota, boss mana peduli sih kita kerja jungkir balik kalo hasilnya ngga menuhin target, tetep dianggep gagal. Tapi dari sini gue bisa ketemu temen-temen gila yang sampe sekarang masih suka ketemuan sebulan ato dua bulan sekali, dan klub kita yang 7-8 orang ini bener-bener pembawa sial buat kantor itu kayanya, karena setelah kita SEMUA keluar dari situ, sales figures nya jadi naek drastis sejak dipegang ama orang-orang baru! Huahahahahha! Harap dimaklumi kalo ngga ada satupun dari kita yang bakat jualan!

Kerja kedua gue jadi administrator di satu sekolah khusus buat orang-orang dengan autisme dan down syndrome sempet membuat gue tereak kegirangan, "Ini yang gue mau!", karena gimanapun juga, kerja sosial kaya gini bisa membuat gue berinteraksi dengan dunia yang jarang gue sentuh. Sayangnya, gue masuk di saat yang salah, karena gue masuk bener-bener dalam keadaan nol, sekolah belum jadi, yang ada gue malah jadi mandor tukang-tukang bangunan itu, sementara boss udah expect gue perform my work! Lha gimana mau perform my work and duties kalo kantor aja belum ada? Ah sayang sekali, gue keluar disaat anak-anak itu udah mulai mengenal dan dekat ama gue ...
Tapi yang gue suka banget dari sekolah ini adalah lokasinya yang ga Singapore banget! Bayangkan suasana perumahan yang asri, jauh dari keramaian, dari MRT station masih jalan sekitar 15 menit, ada orang-orang yang notabene penduduk sekitar perumahan itu selalu duduk-duduk di taman setiap paginya untuk berolahraga atau sekedar rumpi-rumpi sambil bawa anjing-anjing mereka, masih banyak pepohonan rindang, dan gue hidup sehat banget selama kerja disini.

Kerja ketiga gue yang masih gue lakoni sekarang ini kerjaan customer service biasa yang gue ga perlu jelasin lagi kaya gimana karena kerjaan customer service dimana-mana juga sama aja koq. Again, dapet kerjaan ini karena gue ga bisa nganggur lama-lama abis kelar kerjaan kedua itu, jadi bisa dibilang means of survival juga, dan meskipun super eneg ama kerjaannya tiap hari, gue suka ama fleksibilitas disini, dalam artian, gue kerja normal dari Senin-Jumat, dan kalo gue kerja di hari libur yang jatuh di satu hari antara Senin-Jumat itu, gue ngga libur, tapi gue dibayar double buat hari itu, dan ditambah lagi cuti tahunan gue! Hihihihi, kebayang dong sampe sekarang cuti tahunan gue berapa!
Dan lokasinya yang ngga jauh dari rumah membuat gue ngga perlu bangun terlalu pagi buat ngejar bis, tapi hasilnya? Sumber pemborosan, gara-gara sok ngerasa deket, yang ada malah kebirit-birit nyari taxi!

Dan disamping kerjaan-kerjaan itu, masih banyak hal laen yang gue kerjain selama masa kuliah, mulai jadi waiter, jadi baduuuuttt! Hahahahahahah! Kerjaan super fun dengan bayaran super fun juga nih! Terus jadi festival assistant nya Singapore Arts Festival, jadi liaison officer, backstage crew buat some theatre productions, kerja admin, tralala trilili ...

See how one like me survives?

Kalo sampe sekarang masih banyak orang yang bilang "Aduh Nauval, kerjaan-kerjaan elo itu ngga elo banget deh", ya gue terima aja, karena emang gitu adanya. Sampe sekarang belum bisa apply credit card, ya ngga patheken (koq ngga ada yang ngomong pake kata ini lagi sih sekarang?), toh belum terlalu butuh juga.

Yang jelas, saya merasa beruntung karena dikelilingi teman-teman terdekat yang ngerti banget dengan situasi nyari kerja di Singapore ini, sampe teman serumah saya tercinta Cay ini pernah bilang, "Komunitas ato lingkungan kita ini enak banget koq, kerja admin ngga masalah, yang penting bertahan hidup, kerja apapun juga jadi!"
Belum lagi kekaguman saya ama temen yang laen, Irene Titik alias si Ite si job-hopper sejati yang bisa enak banget pindah dari kerjaan satu ke kerjaan lain yang pokoknya buat dia, "Lho, kalo gue ngerasa ngga nyaman ama kerjaan gue, ya mendingan gue keluar tho Pal, daripada makan ati, ya ngga sih?"
Dan temen-temen yang kerjaannya udah mantep macem Agatha, Aki, Umbad, Wenny, Imesh, Fina, dan juga Sayid yang bakal mantep banget pun ngga keberatan dengan gaya hidup begajulan gue yang ngga jelas maunya apa, sambil tetep ngasih support ama apapun yang jadi kesenengan gue.

*terharu, hiks!*

Akhirnya, gue nulis ini karena teringet ama blognya Esther yang pernah nulis cuman dua baris aja, tapi ngena banget di gue (sorry jeng, gue kutip tanpa seijin elo duluan!):

gue mungkin belum tau apa yang gue mau,
tapi yang pasti gue tau apa yang gue NGGAK MAU!!!

and the ship sails on

you sail along the sea
smoothly as the breeze
as if the ship
has been yours for the rest of your past life

until now

when you decided to take me
as i am showing you
my yearning for being in the par
yet i chose to remain seated

as a passenger.

who can only dream
without making it come true.

KomAng Perdana

when four aspiring souls were flocked together and being sat down by destiny in hampering land of endless green grass while sunshine spraying its golden ray of light to sparkling effect of glowing twilight in the afternoon,

what do you expect?

when acay backed his side from our view, we were drawn to his unrequited love.
when ayu strolled down the memory line, tears were shed.
when nauval gave the keys, doors were open ajar and still waiting to be explored.
when ite asked us to meditate, she brought the whole world down to its knees.

what do you see?

that when one finds other people, he finds himself among the crowd.
that a spark of hope undeniably prevails from the lowest state of dirt.

that to feel alive, one shall look no further.

take yourself out to the land of freedom.

i can't go any more blatant than this, so ...

Woooohhhooo!

this is purely unexplainable, or actually is this?
all i could recall this morning when i woke up is this tremendously immense feeling that says
‘i miss you’, t.
for i know that once I declared
‘i’m not gonna miss you, because i love you. as simple as that’,
now the reality starts settling in: that no matter how we put our strongest resistance, it’s part of the package we get. miss, love, care, hate, bored.

oh how I look forward to the latter!

Booooo hooooo!

someone cried for getting his heart broken into pieces last nite and you sacrificed your precious time to console him. while it should have been me in your position, yet your maturity prevailed by simply being yourself to the utmost “dry” state of mind :-), alrite!
i hope that guy is doing fine now.

yet you left me here with nothing but this huge, gigantic abundance of longing for … you.
yeah, t, welcome to the core of tackiness, silliness, corniness, and other ness-ness which we have indulged so far.
while i know that we just love each other plainly, truthfully, honestly, one can not help being surrendered to the utmost egoistical feeling:

i need you right here, right now.

and to think that soon in a few hours time you’ll be pampering yourself in the breeze of fresh air filled with factory outlets, butik distro, and many eating places, I could only scream:

Aaaaarrggghhh!

twinkelnee, twinnelnee, twinnelnum, twinkie twinkie twinneltoon …

/film review/ Being Julia.

BEING JULIA sparks the reminiscence of glorious old Hollywood days when larger-than-life characters often portrayed on the screen and be given serious considerations by putting them into, simply, good films. As the time progressed up to date where reality-look-alike has become increasingly boring, we turn ourselves to even greater contrast in those visual-effects driven films, and once in a while, a small film like Being Julia here is released to remind us how acting, a good one, defines the quality of a film in general and to the extent of lifting up the film from its fluffiness.

Take a look of the story. The aging diva Julia Lambert (Annette Bening in her performance of a lifetime) is at the brink of her downfall popularity, not even her husband who is also the theatre manager in which they formed together (played by Jeremy Irons who seems not being able to capture comic timings) could help her finding some excitement to satisfy her own self. Not until she encountered a dashing young American (Shaun Evans) when she embarked on an illicit affair, without her acknowledgement that she was being manipulated by him for his own agenda, i.e. providing a stepping stone for his girlfriend, a new starlet Avice Crichton (Lucy Punch). Or did she really not know?

Once she got to know the games played behind her back, then the real fun of the film begins.

The storyline may recall the similarity found in All About Eve, with a hint of playfulness a la Sunset Boulevard, and who can resist the combination of both? At times funny, nail-biting sharp bantering lines continues to march throughout the film, over-the-top gestures that provide comic elements, they are wrapped harmoniously under the direction of Istvan Szabo who certainly having a good time making this film. It may not be his best as that one is reserved for his glorious Sunshine, but to see the good elements of one enjoyable film are put nicely in such a watchable presentation that never falls out of the sync is an applaudable effort, isn’t it?

Moreover so with a grand presence of Annette Bening in the house.

In the tradition of films (seem to be) catered, crafted, designed and made to one particular actress playing the designated role of their careers, such as how All About Eve means Bette Davis, Sunset Boulevard refers to Gloria Swanson, Sophie’s Choice belongs to Meryl Streep, or recent examples would give Salma Hayek is destined to play Frida, so is Annette Bening who goes further in merely playing as Julia. Seeing this film from the very first minute to the end, we will be seeing Bening embodies and steps into her character so well that we begin to forget the presence of a certain often under-appreciated actress playing the role of her lifetime. Every lines shown in her face belong to Julia’s, so do the mimics, the gestures, the grandeur movements of hers that beyond the word believable. In other words that may seem to be overtly used for some meaningless promotional advertisements of bad films, yet you can rely on me this time, I proudly state that Annette Bening is Being Julia.

What a sweet revenge it is if she wins at the Academy Awards this time, for it means a tribute and a win to Davis, Swanson, and other grand actresses who never won playing roles they know better than anyone else: a diva.