Jakarta Maghrib adalah gol perdana Salman Aristo yang brilian. Dan dengan Jakarta Hati, dia ngebuat gol kedua yang bahkan lebih cantik lagi.
Jakarta Hati dibuka dengan chemistry super awkward antara Surya Saputra dan Asmirandah. Easily my favorite part of the whole movie. Sedikit ngingetin gw sama before sunrise/sunset, dengan chemistry yang far less. Tapi justru ini bikin segalanya jadi lebih menarik.
Bagian-bagian selanjutnya juga gak kalah menarik. Kali ini, Mr. Aristo lumayan sukses ngebuang kekakuan yang masih sering muncul di 'Maghrib'. Kritik sosial, kehidupan sehari-hari yang sederhana, diskusi cerdas, semuanya sukses diramu dalam gado-gado paling enak tahun ini.
Satu yang membuat gw senang adalah ada bagian di mana kamera memutuskan tidak bergerak, lampu memutuskan untuk mati (we can't even see the actor and actress's faces), dan penonton masih bisa terpaku ke depan layar, menyimak apa yang mereka debatkan. For me, it's a touch of genius.
Ditutup dengan satu bagian yang, literally, berisik. Jakarta Hati membuat gw berpikir, tertawa, tersentuh, dan terhibur dalam waktu bersamaan.
A really great goal.
Now, i'm waiting for your hattrick, Mr. Aristo!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Love Is That Kind Of Thing...
The kind of thing that makes you singing all day long, smiling all month long, and shining all year long.
The kind of thing that makes you cranky all day long, crying all month long, and gloomy all year long.
The kind of thing that makes you crave for more. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.
The kind of thing that makes you screaming for less. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.
The kind of thing that makes you insecure, nervous, excited. All at the same time. All at the same mind.
The kind of thing that makes you realizes that gravity actually existed. And we can't resist it. Even for a bit.
The kind of thing that makes you fall. And enjoying the fall. And addicted to the fall.
The kind of thing that makes you hurt. Yet still coming back for more. And more. And more. And more.
The kind of thing that makes you love your life.
The kind of thing that makes you hate your life.
Love is that kind of thing.
And much more.
The kind of thing that makes you cranky all day long, crying all month long, and gloomy all year long.
The kind of thing that makes you crave for more. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.
The kind of thing that makes you screaming for less. Every second, every minute, every hour, and every day.
The kind of thing that makes you insecure, nervous, excited. All at the same time. All at the same mind.
The kind of thing that makes you realizes that gravity actually existed. And we can't resist it. Even for a bit.
The kind of thing that makes you fall. And enjoying the fall. And addicted to the fall.
The kind of thing that makes you hurt. Yet still coming back for more. And more. And more. And more.
The kind of thing that makes you love your life.
The kind of thing that makes you hate your life.
Love is that kind of thing.
And much more.
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