Gilmore Girls Revival: RIP Rory Gilmore

After a very long time waiting, Gilmore Girls finally come up streaming on Netflix starting Friday. For people like me who has been helped and widely embraced by the series in terms of references for books, movies, culture and events, the 4 episodes of the Revival is one of the biggest thing, I even camped myself out of the house to get better connection to stream the episodes smoothly.

Watching the first episode, I instantly switched my viewer point of view into a filmmaker point of view. I feel the need to understand better, to pardon. It was hard to not to, even from the first flat lines, they let me know the writers is not the same one (in concept) and they could’ve done a much better job.

For example, there were 20 minutes of ‘Prenancy Surrogacy’ discussion between Luke and Lorelai, that is too easy to forget. It doesn’t seem significant, nor important to even mentioning, even though now the episode has 80 minutes duration running.

With millions viewers around the world is watching, now we get to finally sit face to face with the serial to get answers. Many answers that is long awaited since the 6th season when Amy Sherman-Palladino left the series and many turbulences hit hard on some characters, that didn’t even feel logical for a simple cause and effect in terms of character developing.

Some of them tries too hard to be the answers, for example the Dean scene. Even with the corn-starch, it is almost feel sweet and yet imposed to be just there and satisfy the need of showing Dean. But it didn’t successfully deliver, and actually can be more. Sookie’s absence in the whole kitchen scenes was weird, and even with the ending where she made many versions of wedding cake for Luke and Lorelai’s wedding, -including the one with he favourite flower ever: Daisy-, it didn’t add up. She wasn’t there, unless for that one scene. She wasn’t there.

The Stars Hollow Musical was a flat note to me, even though I understand the intention. Let me be clear about this, Stars Hollow can be absurd as they want to be. As far as I know, it’s the only city which can shape the absurdity into a very unique discovery. But this time, from the way they set the mood in the town meeting, -where (random) people usually have more responds, not just the main characters-, the effort for the unique discovery start to feel overrated. Why? The meeting room for instance, and the whole town generally, they usually have this sense of charm when it comes to preparing an event, and especially in the scenes of the Musical, it was poorly delivered.

The most important note I made was the girl, the soul of the show: Rory Gilmore. To this note, the show must take full responsibility for I have come to realised when I finished watching Gilmore Girls, that Rory Gilmore is dead.

You see, the old Rory was far from perfect, but she maintain as a character we never seen on TV: that a shy, smart teen girl in a little town still gets the guy and able to manage herself while growing up in an emotional rollercoaster family. But then in the Revival episodes Rory lost her soul and died. The episodes highlighting some of the character treats we never hope to be there in Rory: impulsive, selfish, snob (about her own worth), easily broken, and most of all is that we see her now as a grown woman, but she didn’t seemed like she learned her lessons from her own mistakes. And here is the time when I covered my face, as I reveal the biggest hole is her life: the life of Rory without a moral compass, in any sense of it.

The last time we saw Rory was almost 10 years ago, when she graduated Yale from a journalism job (joining the Obama Campaign press team on bus) and back as a 24 year old single young woman. She was a green leaf with a strong line of root backing up on her, so even though there will be a edgy paths come along her, we were convinced that she will be okay. Now that she is 32 year old woman, we see her working as freelancer here and there but hasn’t able to make a living. And as she put in a statement in a scene with Jess (like they couldn’t find another way for the Jess scene): “I am broke”.

We are not sure what that means especially when we learned that she has been managed to have a residence in Brooklyn and going back and forth to London, where she maintain to ‘keep in touch’ with Logan in a form of a love affair, which again, once again: unimportant to even makes it as a part of the story. Rory has a boyfriend, actually, Paul, to whom she is so indifferent she can’t even be bothered to break up with, despite cheating on him repeatedly with Logan. There was a running joke in the Revival, that not only Rory, but everyone repeatedly forgets about Paul, all the while Paul was just a very charming guy to be with.

Rory seems so messy that we wonder where were all the girlfriends she had before? Lane was there, with her band and Steve and Kwan. But even Lane seems struggling to show Rory that she is there with her. We saw Lane’s father in a second and Mrs. Kim show up with her own signature way of being Mrs. Kim, but even the dialogue with Lane is floating. Paris, was being Paris, but somehow it wasn’t as much as beautifully weird surprise anymore for us. She is now the Pablo Escobar of fertility, as she stated clearly. She still pointing so many awkward thing fabulously like it is a common general things, she has her own sophisticated practice, she talks and walks like Paris, but she, -in all manners of being Paris-, somehow can’t handle her own children and spoiled by her own privileges. Paris was crazy, but we love her in the old series, because she had remorse. At least a sense of it. She was the real meaning of self-madness until she had a boyfriend. We understand that when it comes to love, she will get honestly humble down and even though still rocky road to communicate, she can still show it in the most marvellous way anyone can think of. Basically, she acted crazy because she was just one broken hearted person who try to take control of things she couldn’t control at her own house, in her own family. And for that we know, there is a little ‘Paris’ in each of us.

Rory’s professional missteps keeps happening, she throws away a perfectly good opportunity to write for GQ and squanders an interview for a gig that she deems beneath her. And when we thought she will makes one thing thats makes sense, she is informing her mother that she will be revealing the painful details of her past in a book that she is going to write and then get emotionally upset, throwing a tantrum when Lorelai, understandably, objects. Her reaction is not just childish but also nowhere near a professional.

And here is the biggest sin the Revival does: as far as I recall, I never see Rory with a book, reading, or sitting on the floor while accompanying her friend Lane, maybe in her home, anything connecting Rory to books that makes her solid, separate her with any other typical teenage girl on TV.

And when she said to her mom that she is pregnant, we remember Lorelai humming towards camera in one scene, saying, ‘It’s a full circle’. I suddenly feel like I am watching the most irresponsible horror movies ever.

Because I remember, and I still do. Rory made mistakes in the original series. She threw herself out the window, made huge life-altering ones, such as sleeping with her married ex-boyfriend, stealing a yacht with her then-boyfriend Logan and finally dropping out of Yale. But those were the sins of a very young woman who was both sensitive and a little bit selfish. She was flawed in the way plenty of interesting leading characters are and still kept our attention as one of the few female teenagers on television who was allowed to be incredibly studious and incredibly desirable to every male in her vicinity. We forgave and empathized with her mistakes, partly because we saw how much they pained her and partly because she wasn’t like any TV character we’d seen.

But regret or remorse, or even self-reflection, do not seem like qualities that the new Rory is familiar with. Calling the Rory of today “flawed” creates a too-generous comparison to more-interesting leading ladies such as, frankly, Lorelai Gilmore. Rory isn’t “flawed.” She’s simply unkind and ungrateful, in the most common way possible. It’s too disturbing to see her behave that way.

In the end of the original series, we’re convinced, we believe she will face the hustle and bustle of life, but she somehow will manage okay, she will be fine. But in this Revival, I personally don’t care anymore. And as much as I hate to write it here, this is not an effort to create dramatic storytelling, it is simply an unsuccessful attempt to rise a real-lovable character, but killed her in the process instead. May you Rest in Peace, Rory Gilmore.

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Happy Eid Mubarak 1434 H

Dear all the lovely people in the world,

Among cookies and food all over my home, I’m sending you best wishes on the Eid Mubarak 1434 H, this August 2013.

Hopefully you will all manage to get together with families, friends, colleagues and close relatives, and spend great times together!

I also would like to inform you that we, me and my partner Veby, finally build a little website in wordpress also, that’s about out little Production House in Indonesia, Lingkar Productions. Please come around sometime, and get connected with us 😉

Here’s the link: http://lingkarproductions.com/

Also, please kindly let us know if you have any suggestions to make it better everyday, we would love to hear it.

Anyway, not to keep you too long to read this post, let me share you a picture of me and my partner Veby, after almost a year we haven’t meet!

Lebaran_2013We had a great times catching up and ready to embarks upon next journey 😉

Have a great time everywhere you are, stay passionate and positive.

God Bless You All ^_^

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s.i.r

So Coldplay was right when they said that you’re stuck in reverse, you have a thousand books when all you need is a single pen. They were right when they sing that words, you’re tired, exhausted (!) but you can’t sleep.

Numbers were not 1, 2, 3,… anymore. But a form of a circle where we run over and over again inside of it.

We never really move ahead, or forward. We didn’t really achieve anything but headaches, 100 headaches and more when it comes around, that hell.

Did we even have a starting point?…

I’m losing the will to get emotional, get sad or happy, get excited or drown, I’m losing the point of being able to feel and have sympathy, this ‘me-me-me generation’ killed my senses. I’m losing any kind of will to really, just put up a smile on my face from time to time for anyone, for that matter. I’m losing the will to fight, to run the battle, to vent, to run, to get lost, to just simply care.

Am I on the right path?

Or I just have to be more patient?

Either way, how would I know?

Up and down now transform into break, burn and born again.

Break

Burn

and Born

Again.

Please, my dear world and busy-broken hearted-cursed-blessed-people, may I have my sleep in silence?

Can you keep your noises, just for your self?

Just this one time. I promise next time I’ll dance your noises along. Like I used to be.

But that, next time.

 

Tonight, I just want to go sleep. I hope you would let me, peacefully.

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Hazard

I will never forget the first time I heard the song, and sometimes a while after when I really confirmed what I heard and realized that I’ve heard right the first time.

Hazard tells a story about a relationship between a man (in the video music implied by Richard Marx, the singer) and a woman named Mary.

Mary dies in a suspicious situation where in the song, it says that people put the man as the most considered suspect. But, is he?…

The man, known as ‘the boy’s not right’, found comfort getting closed with Mary, who find the man by his soul, stating in the lyric: ‘saw the man inside’. The song also implied that they spent more than friends quality times, by the lyric: ‘we used to walk down by the river, she loves to watch the sun go down’. They even ‘dream our way out of this town’.

The man stated in the song about the death of Mary, ‘I swear I left her by the river, I swear I left her safe and sound’. But before, the song also stated ‘No one cared until the night she went out walkin’ all alone, and never came home’.

hazard

So he was there with her. And he left her safe and sound.

But, then again, if that’s what happened, how would he know that she never came home?

There was another man, in the video there was another Point of View beside the Point of View of the man, is someone who seemed pay an intensive attention to Mary, the Sheriff. Could he be the one who killed Mary? Out of jealousy? Or else?

Or is there any other people left out from my sight and hearing, that could possibly killed her? Someone who was never in the text or the picture but always in the line of actions.

Who the hell killed Mary?!

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We accept the change, and embrace everyone to respect history.

After 45 years, Jakarta Institute of Arts is now on it’s way to a massive changes. It’s been explained that the building has suffered many-many wounds during those long and dinamic years. Everytime, they are all fixed them and moved on.

Several months ago, by the hands of Government, Jokowi-Ahok, we got fund to not only make it better, but also make it bigger, that gives chances for more unique and different individuals to join us in this big family.

The students nowadays has to spend their 2 (or maybe 3?) years there learning in a very compromise classes, they maybe graduated already when the new building is built. Some of them will have to learn in another place away from the Jakarta Institute of Arts area. Lecturers and staff must set their desks movable and ready to re-located for a while, during the process.

I saw this, and it moves me. Those corners, secret paths I’ve been walked on to avoid cruel seniors on my way to classes, walls holding my friends’s tears over turbulences happening between assignments, examinations, and jobs inbetween to be able to pay the classes, seats under the tree where we easily spent laughing together and fell asleep between one class with another, secret desks where I often hide my self under it and listen to my walkman and write or reading down there, pretty soon, they will change. They already gone, physically.

Yesterday, more than 400 people (students and alumni) gathered together. They stand on the sites, and spots that was still standing there for a while now. The mission was simple: to capture the last moment of our ‘home’, in whatever condition they are now.

As today people started loading up, the pictures comes up online, my tears comes down. So this is how it feels to let go.

I’m a firm believer that change is good. And seeing my friends yesterday, meeting them again after years, in an -accidentally-but-happens happily- big family reunion, was certainly a livingproof of it. Each of them, was a livingproof of it.

No one was the same person as I knew them before. They are all changed. The exhausted feelings from many activities days before was cured easily when I see them again. Hugging my friends tightly on the path where we used to do the same thing-with our backpack and sweat-sun-smell over our body, it bursted my solitude bubble easily, instantly. Both my arms was simply just spreading open wide to hug them. To once again embracing togetherness, as those old slides just came screening in my heads, took me travelling somewhere else fast, moments with laugh and tears, somewhere between this crazy-busy-town-tik-tok hours, where all we ever expected was a change, for a better everything.

Look at us. And how time flies. The changes in us, look at us.

This is good. We accept changes within ourselves, and now set our foot back to see our handprints in our ‘home’, our soon-to-be-changed-also-‘home’.

I’m proud of this family. We fight sometimes, screaming at each other endlessly, or silently, -just like any other family in this world-, but then we make up and we come home. All that was necessary, was necessary. And all that’s left was an enormous respect for those roof above us, our home.

Those big-strong-arms protecting us for 45 years, now ready to have a make-over.

Cry if you have to, or venting (over anything you can set for the reasons) if you want to. But let’s make it real, accept the change and let go. So that we soon will be strong enough to respect history, our history.

And here it is, the history, our history, my one big family, Jakarta Institute of Arts.

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Pictures are personal collections of members of the big family. Thanks a whole bunch for such treats! ^_^

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