Jumaat
Pagi-pagi lagi aku dah talipun Sprint punya Service Center, tapi biasalah kan, diaorang suruh aku datang sendiri bawak laptop aku, biar diaorang yang program kan modem tuh. Terasa macam aku nih bodoh sangat sebab nak install benda tu pun tak reti. Tak apa lah, at least hari nih aku ada lah buat benda lain, daripada melepak kat rumah aje.
Since hari nih Jumaat, aku decided nak ke Sprint tuh lepas Sembahyang aje, so the whole morning aku mengupload semua lagu-lagu, gambar-gambar kat Instinct aku. Aku dah boleh agak yang cellphone aku nama aje cellphone tapi it'll be more like my music box, miniature tv. Dan alarm clock. Tak lebih dari itu. Nak surf the internet pun leceh sikit lah sebab screen dia cenonet, I'm not used to surfing kat screen cenonet-cenonet gini nih. Nak tengok tv pun rasa tak berapa best sebab batteri cepat habis (nasib baik ada dua batteri). Macamana pun, aku setuju, yang Instinct nih jauh lebih best dari iPhone.
Lama jugak aku kat Sprint Service Center tuh, entah apa lah salahnya, puas diaorang cuba tapi tetap tak dapat nak programkan wireless broadband aku tuh. Sampaikan aku suruh diaorang activatekan balik modem aku yang lama, aku nak guna yang itu aje lah. Tapi diaorang tetap cuba jugak, yang akhirnya berjaya. Lega rasanya. Diaorang kasi aku rebate $50 sebab menginconveniencekan aku.
Terus aku ke library aje lah lepas tuh sebab masih ada dalam dua jam sebelum ke aparment David/Hal. David ada dinner kat luar malam nih so dia balik lewat, aku dengan Hal aje lah kat apartment. Macam biasa, bila David tak ada, Hal tukar sikit program dia. Dia suruh aku urut dia lama sikit, then buat catherter pun lewat, buat masa dia dah diusung ke katil sebelum tidur instead of lepas diurut. That way dia akan banyaklah kencingnya.
Sabtu
Rasa best pulak masa dalam subway train, tak terasa lama, tak terasa mengantuk, sebab aku dok dengar lagu aje. Dulu aku memang meluat kalau tengok orang yang dok tergedik-gedik kaki sambil dengar music memasing, tapi tadi tuh aku selalu jugak tregedik-gedik gitu bila dengar lagu. Rasa nak menari jer, entah-entah aku termenyanyi kuat ikut lagu kot, aku rasa ada a few times aku termenyanyi gitu tuh.
David/Hal tak ke mana-mana harinih walaupun Hal dah siap bersedia semuanya sejak semalam lagi. Biasanya gitulah kalau Friday, aku akan keluarkan, siapkan semua pakaian Hal tuh, mana lah tau kalau-kalau David ada plan nak keluar merempit. Tak pun, David akan terkesian dengan Hal yang dah siap berpakaian, so akhirnya kitaorang akan keluar lah jugak.
Sementara David ke gym, aku mengemas lah apa yang patut. Hal ambik kesempatan untuk berak. Berak is such a big event lah bagi Hal nih, kesian aku menengoknya. In all honesty lah aku cakap, masa dia nak berak lah salah satu masa aku rasa sedih dan insaf jadinya. Iyalah, kalau dia tuh berkemampuan nak buat sendiri, sure dia tak akan suruh aku. And with that thought jugaklah, aku masukkan enzyma ke dalam lubang jubur dia tuh dengan penuh rela hati.
Kalau dulu aku cepat naik darah kalau dia cerewet sangat masa nak berak (dia nak duduk selesa kat toilet seat tuh sedangkan aku macam nak cepat aje menyiapkan dia, itu yang aku angkat badan dia, pastuh hempuk kan aje kat toilet tuh) tapi sekarang aku tak dah. Kesian mengatasi segalanya. Agaknya, sebab itulah, dulu-dulu, tangan aku pernah kena taik Hal. Sebab masa tuh aku tak seinsaf sekarang. Dan, in all honesty jugak aku cakap nih, aku sanggup, aku rela, aku terima, kalau tangan aku bergelumang dengan taik Hal. If that will make me jadi humble, then by all means humble kan lah aku.
The rest of the day tak buat apa pun, lepas lunch pun tak tengok video macam yang selalu kitaorang buat kalau tak keluar ke mana-mana. Aku punyalah mengantuk sebab semalam aku tidur berapa jam aje. Aku dah berjaya, walaupun susah, tidur tanpa bantuan NightQuills.
Aku mintak balik awal, itupun David yang tanya, sebab by 5 aku dah siapkan Hal. Since esok ada dinner kat rumah mak David (mak tiri Hal), dia suruh aku balik awal harinih, datang lewat sejam esok, dan kalau boleh, stay sampai habis dinner (sepatutnya habis kerja pukul 5, kalau hari Ahad). Aku setuju aje dengan cadangan dia tuh.
So pukul 5 aku blah, and since esok aku masuk kerja pukul 11 pagi, aku rasa aku ada banyak masa untuk merempit. Aku rasa nak contact Jay nak ajak tengok wayang tapi dah terlewat kot, biasanya aku contact dia a day or two beforehand. So aku sendiri-sendiri aje lah. Ada dua wayang yang aku nak tengok, Doubt atau Where God Left His Shoes. Aku tak nak tengok The Day The Earth Stood Still, pasal macam bodoh jer film tuh gayanya. Lagipun, film tuh ada tayang kat Malaysia, turun lah darjat aku kalau tengok wayang yang ada main kat Malaysia, ekekekekek
So aku turun kat Lexington Avenue, jalan aje ke Lincoln Plaza Cinema. Tapi rupanya film Doubt tuh main kat Lincoln AMC, panggung yang lagi satu, yang besar tuh. Malu lah aku nak ke panggung tuh sorang-sorang. So aku terus naik subway, aku ke West 4 Street, nak ke IFC Cinema. Show seterusnya pukul 7-45 malam, film Where God Left His Shoes tuh. Nak blah ke nak tunggu, kata hati aku. Sebab masa tuh baru 6-30 malam. Argh, I hate waiting, aku nih kan ker jenis yang bila nak tengok wayang, bila sampai aje panggung, aku terus nak masuk. Bukan yang jenis suka tunggu-tunggu tuh.
So aku naik subway, turun kat Broadway-Lafayette, aku ke Angelika Film Center. Ada show pukul 7-10, best kat panggung nih sebab banyak shows nya. Aku tengok, shows untuk Slumdog Millionaire yang banyak sold-out nya. Rasa macam dah berzaman aku tengok film tuh kan? Nih aku nak tengok Doubt, on its opening day. Sungguhlah terkini nya aku nih kan, mat salleh pun kalah ekekekeke.
Tanggapan aku salah, mulanya aku ingatkan film Doubt tuh sure boring, banyak bercakap aje, iyalah kan, cerita kat church, sure hitam putih, sombre mood gitu. Yang aku nak tengok tuh pasal Meryl Streep berlakun, lagipun film tuh dicalunkan untuk Golden Globe, dan review pun bagus.Tapi, best pulak ceritanya, sampaikan aku rasa masa cepat aje berlalu. Tak dan aku nak fikir apa-apa sangat, film tuh dah habis. Aik, apa endingnya? Last-last aku tergelak sendiri, the film left me in Doubt, ekekekekke
Ini sinopsis dan review film tuh yang aku copy-paste aje:
Sinopsis:
Set in the Bronx in 1964, Doubt explores the shifting, elusive nature of truth as reflected in a crime that may or may not have occurred. The stoic, hidebound Sister Aloysius (Streep), principal of a Catholic parochial school, is certain that one of her more popular teachers, Father Flynn (Hoffman), has been molesting a young male student.
A novice, Sister James (Adams), unwillingly caught up in the intrigue, does not remain entirely convinced of Flynn’s guilty actions. Determined to arrive at the truth, Sister Aloysius decides she must confront the boy’s mother (Davis).
Review:
Even in the cluttered battlefield of Academy Award-sniffing dramas, “Doubt” registers as something exceptional. There’s certainly enough dramatic meat to chew on for days after viewing, but the picture is made extraordinary by the performances, which all contain reverberating, harrowing depictions of the title burden. “Doubt” is a magnificent experience all around, but the acting, the gale force wind of top shelf performance, will leave you slack-jawed and hungry for more.
In the fall of 1964, Father Flynn (Philip Seymour Hoffman) is looking to change the face of St. Nicholas Church School, trying to connect with the student body in friendlier, more relatable ways. His actions upset the principal, Sister Aloysius (Meryl Streep), who enjoys keeping peace around the campus with an iron fist. When young Sister James (Amy Adams) comes to Aloysius with concerns about a bond developing between Flynn and the school’s lone African-American child, it pushes the elder nun to accusations of a sexual relationship, without the benefit of proper proof. When Flynn vehemently denies the charges, it leaves Aloysius all the more determined to hunt for a confession, taking the fight to the boy’s mother (Viola Davis), destroying James’s delicate conscience in the process.
After watching the crack timing and superb emotional metering of “Doubt,” it seems impossible to believe writer/director John Patrick Shanley hasn’t helmed his own movie since 1990’s confused ode to the wandering heart, “Joe Versus the Volcano.” Adapted from his award-winning play, “Doubt” represents the other end of Shanley’s range, establishing a severe mood of Catholic authority to unfold a moody piece on the consequences of uncertainty.
Shot with arresting autumnal weight by Roger Deakins (truly exceptional cinematography), “Doubt” generates a suffocating religious grip right away, taking the viewer into St. Nicholas, a church divided, with the line of power drawn only by gender. “Doubt” is streamlined into a single stroke of Aloysius’s fervor to usurp Flynn’s command, with Shanley probing the raw psychological discourse between the parish figures. The material is sparsely plotted, but enthralling, using simple behavioral acts and violent eyes to maneuver the discussion between the characters. “Doubt” asks the simple question, did Flynn truly molest the boy? Shanley employs the obvious hook of curiosity as a rodeo clown to keep the audience pinned to their seats as the screenplay takes a look at the larger picture, addressing the responsibility of power and the struggle of faith. It’s bundled up neatly, but not easily. Shanley is wise enough to keep introducing unease as Aloysius insists herself further into the fray, while Flynn guards his innocence with less authority and more desperation as the film plays out.
With Streep, Adams, and Hoffman in the lead roles, I’m fairly certain Shanley skipped to work each and every day. To say the acting in “Doubt” is wonderful could be perceived as an insult; the work is perfection, with the cast interacting spotlessly, building a triangle of torment hooked into the fangs of Catholicism. The roles play to the actors’ strengths: Adams twirling wide-eyed innocence around; Hoffman digging into ingratiating period-specific church demeanor and bellowing sermonizing; and Streep peering judgmentally from her bitter pink eyes, her body encased tightly in a constricting habit. The cast makes the running time fly by with their spellbinding social combat (launching verbal precision courtesy of Shanley), extending to Davis, who makes a poignant splash in her one and only scene.
Watching the actors bat around Shanley’s dialogue, bringing the dramatic kettle to boil as Aloysius makes her move to destroy Flynn, takes “Doubt” to a place of intimidation and classic suspense, yet the lasting effect of the film is found in the final stages of soul-quaking remorse. A beautiful machine of dramatics, “Doubt” entices with imposing actorly sway, yet leaves behind a resounding thematic residue that doesn’t wash away.
A-
