I'm down and out, I am at the mid point of this mile.
I am only a half pint, so I've been told.
I pushed it
I wanna get over and done with fast
I couldn't lose it
But I ain't winnin
so, time out
I saw #Onrop last night. I liked for it's timely premiere, total local art group hug session last night. It was like going to a mall when i was fourteen, it felt like P I Mall 1992 ... wearing anything Pear Jam wear, even if it means you have to vaporized in sweats if you put on thick flannel shirts.
I met a lot of my friends, I went with my best friends. That was nice, and it wasn't a rave ... it's a musical...it's suppose to be .... smart???
Nah, at least the play was not. But it was timely, Onrop revived that indie hipster idea of going to see a play in IKJ area, an abandoned historical site, it just might bring back that love for live performance again.
Onrop's not great, but it did bring a few old friends back together, for the love (and search of local art). It succeeded in that. When my friend asked me, "Joko Anwar tuh kayak apa sih orangnya?" My reply was I don't know him personally, but from what I've heard he is well liked in the business. And I suppose that kind of personality wins in these kind of industry, something that is not easy to do when this artsy community boasts in indulgence.
(i.e Mira Lesmana).
Onrop or Porno is Joko Anwar's musical version on things that matter to him. Stupid politicians, authorities that breed unhappy citizens, religion, and homosexuality. The theme is reflected all of his work, from his debut Arisan, his his later works, Kala. Janji Joni is probably the only different one from the lot. Never did see Pintu Terlarang.
His stylistic shots transfer well onto the stage, what you saw was him. One guy one a stage on a monologue instead of a bunch of stage actors dancing. Kudos to Ario Bayu, Anwar's muse, who stole every body's thunder! The only one bringing presence to the stage.
The rest was okay...
And Joko knows just how to make this musical appear happening and modern .... broadway jazzy tunes, oldest trick in the book. And the audience roared and roared away in laughter. I do, too a few times. I like the vibe more than I like the play. And it didn't pick up the second half, I grew bored, granted I was coming down with a flu.
Joko was mocking Hanung Bramantyo, Tifatul Sembiring, and all the things that try to sell Islam the 'wrong way' to him. He succeeded, but I wished he could have shown it not to only his friends but all the people that did not come last night.
He was promoting homosexuality, again... but maybe that's his call as a creator, at least he was honest about it.
The acoustic was terrible, could hardly hear the lyrics, but music was catchy enough, thanks to Aghi. Dancers were okay, They couldve danced better.
All in all, I'm glad I went.
