Monthly Archives: June 2011

because we can make things happens, with our own bare hands

If you’re googling his image, you will only find one picture of him. But if you’re browsing about him, you will find hundreds of articles written about him. His works, mostly.

In Indonesian Cinema, he is known as one of those veteran who started out his career in the wardrobe and make-up department. Many young talents arrive on the surface nowadays, all agreed that he still remains as a person who maintain good enthusiasm at work, and most qualified art person you can find. Probably, like once he told me, because he loves his works.

If you have a chance to talk to him, you will find out in a second that even though he is old, he has a young heart. No matter who you are, from what department, when you come to him, for any purpose, he will relax you, make you feel like home and (this is the biggest treat) make you laugh.

I met him in GIE, 2004. I was just starting, worked as a Continuity Person. I worked my way from taking pictures behind the camera, in the wardrobe room, make-up room, on the set, for crowd or main talent, print the pictures, put them on the board, carrying it and laptop everywhere, all the long and wide excel worksheet, all you can imagine. Still, he memorized better. Every single detail, including wound on a face.

Once he hide my cell phone when it was a hectic day. Told me that I have to learn to laugh sometimes, it would be good for me. And even until now, I’m still working on it. He also taught me to think script wise, instead of frame wise or set wise, for continuity. ‘If you grab the story right, nothing would go wrong from there.’

Another project after that, I use his advice and I was able to remember each scenes in a feature film script. It took me (only) read the script twice and I have them all in my head, just like I’m the writer.

We met again in BALI PROJECT, where he worked in Wardrobe Department, and I worked as a Production Assistant for Art Department. To me he said, his department would be the last thing I have to taken care of, the last thing I should worry about. He suggested me to focused more on Art Department needs. Yet, his room still the best hiding room from hectic and chaos, where you’re guaranteed to get relax for a while and laugh over things really not important.

I occassionaly met him in a workshop KFJP held every 3 months. No matter what is the workshop topic at the time, he appears and again, pouring laugh between us who shared work experiences.

Once I came to him and tell him that I wanted him to write a book about Art, based on his experiences all this time. He was laughing out loud and told me that he doesn’t like to write, unless if he has to—like if it’s for work. But he understand that it’s important. Then we talked and agreed to work on a system: I will ask questions, he will answered, I will record all the interviews and make script out of it, then he and I can check it from time to time, together. He loved the idea, he can say whatever he wants and I’m the one who will need to write those down. Because, he said, he actually always wants to share, but didn’t really think that he has a lot to share.

I never have the time to do the interview. He always busy with work (and his travelling, so he said) and we never meet again since.

He passed away this afternoon, due to long illness he’s been fight for years, so I’ve informed. And all I can remember how he does things he has to do with heart, and this enriched his creations, fulfill people’s days with laugh, painted nice memories everyday and he still get—always—to be the only person you can find when you’re looking for the best Art Director.

So long, Oom Iri. I will miss your comment about my appearances, your sarcasm jokes about chaos on the floor, your handmade things—from clothes, accessories, etc—shows magic on the day shoot everyday, your glasses on your nose when it’s almost 5 pm, time to write your report, you said.

I will especially miss your words, once you told me when you were working with your handmade prop, ‘Indonesian people are smart, and I believe, is the most reliable crew in the world. Because we can make things happens, with our own bare hands.’

This is a very big loss for Indonesian Cinema.

God Bless You, Oom Iri Supit. May you Rest in Peace.

We all will miss you around.


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the day when my IT guy is drunk

My child,

Yesterday we were trying to send a big file to our client in France, for a test project in my office. It was an important file, actually needed to send it by the day before yesterday, but they’re willing to wait until yesterday, because, as my bosses said, they love our work very much.

In short, it was on the highest level of priority task.

After so many little chaos, last night, we successfully sent the file, and you could say, we’re on time. Good job, isn’t it?…

Just an hour ago my IT crew sparked me, says that the file sent to client last night. One using Singapore line, another using our own line. I said, thank you, I read the notification email from him this morning. He said, not that one (Singapore), the other one (Own). I said, oh, I didn’t get any email about that other one (Own), sorry. Thanks anyway, I said.

He sent me the link and…

I: Thank you. Anyway, since you haven’t write the email notification for the delivery using Own link, would you write one to our Bosses and CC me in the email?

He: You do that. It’s not my job-description.

I: … (am I having a heart attack?)

He: I’m just the guy who uploading the file. I did my job and now it’s your turn.

I: … (no, it’s not a heart attack) Umm, sorry. But aren’t you going to need a written report anyway? That’s how other guys working system with me. They will email, because they will need the email for their own working report anyway.

He: I’m not reporting to you. But you have to report to your bosses, not me.

I: … (I think I’m lost in a jungle now) This test project is directly handed by my bosses, our bosses. I’m not allowed to communicate to client directly. I’m just the internal coordinator. In short, I’m not gonna be the one who will send the email notification to client. Anyway, our bosses asked you to emailed them directly once the delivery finished, so the time would also be accurate.

He:… (is he dead?)

I: But yeah, I can email our bosses for this delivery. No problem. Thank you.

He: I emailed you last night anyway. You should learn to read your email carefully.

I: … (didn’t he said last night email is for the Singapore link delivery?…) Your email last night is for the Singapore delivery, right?

He: Yeah. Read it.

I:… (hell, yeah. he is drunk) Okay. Thank You.

I wrote the email and sent the notification email to my bosses. CCed to him.

A half hour later, one of my bosses asked me, Ranty, what time did the delivery finished? I said, last night. She said, yeah, what time? I said, I don’t know. I’ll check with He (the IT guy). He checked on his computer and told me what time it finished.

Then, my boss said: “Okay. Thank you, Ranty. But for next time, can you makes sure that He will sendus email notification by the time the delivery finished? I and you and even himself, need to know. Just like how we’re working with others. Okay?…”

Okay, I said. (I wish I know how for He, boss. Ideas just fly away from my head to my toe–now is the time to laugh)

You see, my dear baby, I found out later that He was one of those people who’s afraid to be blamed for anything. He’s also one of those people who will do whatever it takes to have someone else to work on his tasks, so he can get home when he’s sleepy and come to work in the afternoon, without everyone noticed.

So I saved my energy to talk to him and make things clear. Instead, I made my self clear. I will need another person to work on this project, for another 24 episodes. Hopefully not a drunk one, he he.

I may have to feel thankful for my teachers, my ex bosses back in Jakarta, for they never let me feel ‘big’, or ‘important enough’. For they always reminds me, that in every job that will come, either it’s from Bollywood or Hollywood, we the production people are just supporting those geniuses in the creative department, even though sometimes to be able to do that, we have to be creative also. Anyway, we will need to work out on things no matter what. And to feel as a bottom, should be seen as a gift. Because it’s the best position to see everything clearly.

So no reason to feel offended. Or acting like a wall, when you noticed people getting hard to communicate with you. Because up or down, order or not, even job desc or not, we would love to think production wise. Not title wise, or our own safe wise.

For the good sake of the project it self, once my crazy boss, Tino Saroengallo said.

Because let’s face it, we are trying to create art here, who would care for your own sake? For the director sake? 70 people, all eyes are on the project, and you whining for an email you have to send?

Got to go for lunch.

Love you, my dear Child.

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