THIS IS THE VOICE OF ALL THE TRANSFORMERS FANS FROM THE FIRST SEQUEL. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN EXCITED EVERYTIME THE TRANSFORMERS IS OUT. TAKE THIS AS CRITICS NOT HATRED. I LOVE YOU MICHAEL BAY. AND FOR ALL THE FANBOYS WHO READ THIS, DON'T MAD. JUST SAYING WHAT I FEEL FROM MY HEART. I'M MAD, NOT HATE. (ps : excuse my english)

The fifth Transformers movie is out now. Well, i am not that excited anymore. Well i guest i am, with the pew pew, duar duar and boom boom. You know what i mean. But not with the storyline whatsoever.

Since the third one, i'm getting bored and mad that this franchise just about to show us how rich Michael Bay is and how good the digital visual animation editing of the movie today.

I had a few aspects to review about this movie. Here we go!

Visual. (8/10)
As i said before, Transformers has always been the best at showing CGI characters and all other CGI animation on some scene.

But, you know if you watched the movie yet, you probably noticed how the aspect ratio of the movie changes in several mode. Sometime it's 16:9 and then goes smaller to 1:2,14 (anamorpic look) and any other aspect ratio i didn't know about.

It is because the filming used 4 cameras with 2 different type of camera. Which is two of them was IMAX and the rest is normal digital filming camera. You'll find the same case in Christoper Nolan's movie, like Interstellar, but not that much disturbing since he's doing that for different type of mood. So it's fine.

But not in this case. On Transformers : The Last Knight you'll find it in almost random scene and mood. Which is i'll suggest to used it on different type of scene, like when its sad and more close up scene you need to make the black bar wider so they got the dramatic point. And when its action time, make the blackbars smaller so its get wider angle of the actions so we don't miss the action part. But the director itself was just mix it in one scene. One scene with 3 or more different aspect ratio. And that's really weird. And quite disturbing.

BUT,
If you're asking about how good the action scene and the CGI was, the answer is SPECTACULAR. Just like any other sci-fi movie. Hm.

Character. (5/10)
I don't know, i mean, i don't see the effort of the director, which is Michael Bay doing some improve from previous sequel to make the characters more have soul, than just throwing some awkward and lame jokes that we heard on theatre.

I don't feel like he's doing serious work on making dialog. Like i heard some "ganyambung" dialog that made to the final cut and that is horrible. Like the dialogue between human and the transformers, like you know, when the other say this thing, and the other one say that thing with different and unlogical tone and expression.

Cade Yeager, and any other human character on that movie is some kinda useless. There are no backstories and strong foundation why are those characters have to be in that movie.

Not just the human character, the transformers too i think it's too much to made up. Just like in the previous one, there's more racial stereotypes on the robot character and i think that was a.. what it is... How to say this in the right way... Hmmm... I just don't think is good. Just like another nonsense think i've ever seen in the serious movie.

Plot. (5/10)
Yea, basically Transformers : Last Knight is the same transformers from the first until the ford one. There is no continuity plot from before and its totally new plot just like we seen before. "Alien robot keep coming, because their planet is doomed, and then bringing the planet to earth so they can live again".

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Bottomline.
Yeah, if you guys something like 'CGI visualization geek' you must see this movie. This movie is about how good Michael Bay making visualization. How their create an amazing visual and action scene. How good they are on making human and Supersized robot looklike fighting side-to-side. And that's amazing, i give you that.

And if you care more about storyline, characters development and continuity, i guess, this movie is not what you're looking for. That's what upsetting me. Its like they care more about what they get from this movie, not about what fans get about this movie. Come on, it's like our childhood favorite cartoon and then comes to life, right? I guess it's not overreacting if i said we deserve something more!

When the first time i saw her, everything on my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images, just disappeared.

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don't really get quiet moments. Even in bed i'm thinking, 'did i lock the door? Yes. Did i wash my hands? Yes. Did i lock the door? Yes. Did i wash my hands? Yes. Did i lock the door? Yes.'

But when i saw her, the only thing i could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips, or the eyelash on her cheek, eyelash on her cheek, eyelash-on her cheek. I knew i had to talk to her.

I asked her out six times, in thirty seconds. She said 'yes' after the third one, but none of them felt right, so i had to keep going.

On our first date i spent more time organizing my meal by color than i did eating, or f--king talk to her.

But she loved it.

She loved when i had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times, or twenty-four times, if it was Wednesday. She loved that it took me forever to walk home, because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.

When we moved in together,
She said she felt safe, like no-one would ever rob us because i definitely lock the door eighteen times.

I'd always watch her mouth when she talked when she talked when she talked when she-TALKED. When she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.

At night, she'd laid in bed and watch me turn all the lights, off and on and off and on and off. She'd close her eyes and imagine that days and nights were just passing in front of her.

Some mornings, i'd start kissing her goodbye but she'd just leave because i was making her late for work. When i stopped at a crack in the sidewalk she just kept walking. When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.

She told me i was taking up too much of her time.

Last week, she started sleeping at her mother's place. She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attached to her, that this whole thing was a mistake. But how can it be a mistake that i don't have to wash my hands after i touch her?

Love is not a mistake.

It's killing me she can runaway from this and i just can't. I can't go out and find someone new, because i always think of her.

Usually, when i obsess over things, i see germs sneaking into my skins. I see myself crushed by an endless successions of cads, and she was the first beautiful thing i ever got stuck on.

I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel, how she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe, how she blows out candles blows out candles blows out candles BLOWS-OUT-CANDLES.

Now, i just think about who else is kissing her, i can't breathe because he only kisses her once. He doesn't car if it perfect. I want her back so bad--

I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.

So as you all guys know, i've been in this world (blogging) since long ago. But i just realize that it's been 6 years. Yeah. This blog, 6 years. And its been my most productive year, if i calculate that from the number of the post i've written this year. Either that's a draft or published post.

I thought i will never been far in this blog. But, jokes on me, i still writing even on my darkest day. Even that the content itself doesn't show you some consistency. Both content and productivity. But i just do my best.

Sums up of all the content here, we can conclude that this blog is more like a personal blog with personal interest of mine. From my thought, my feeling, the feeling of my friends (Cerita Seorang Teman), and some of other stuff that i don't really know faedahnya.

But, 2017 you've been great! Even though it's not over yet, but i'm glad writing more than i've ever done. Thanks for the 45k visitor that 40k of them is me. Nevermind, that's mean that not that just me productive, but i have some narcissistic side too, which is its not a good thing too. Hehe.

But guys! Love you!

So guys! Today we talk about the possibility. The change of what gonna happen 'if' this happen. What happen? I mean if Heath Ledger not leave us back in the day when he supposed to be standing in the stage of oscar, saying his gratitude speech. Of course after what he did on his role as the 'Joker' on Christoper Nolan's Batman The Dark Knight. I talk as a fan. Fan of Ledger, may he Rest In Peace.

As i watched the 'CinemaWins' did for the Dark Knight itself, i realize something. What could happen if Heath Ledger still here. Still alive and fit. Of course i'm talking about what could happen in DC Extended Universe from then until now. 
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At the ending of Batman The Dark Knight, Joker was tangled upside down and saying something that makes us think that he's right, there's no different between two of them. Batman and Joker. They are both freak. No one in the right mind will understand and do what they did except two of them.

"This is what happens when the unstoppable force, meet the immovable object."

Batman wouldn't kill joker because his self-righteousness. And neither Joker will kill Batman because he is too much fun. And maybe that's why Joker said "Maybe, we're destined to do this forever". And to be honest, we'll be happy to watch that all for the rest of our life. I'll make sure of it.

Joker was the winner of the war that he brought on Batman. Not physically, not logically but psychologically.

He made Gotham's white knight become a criminal, killed Rachel and made Batman bear with all those burden. He made Batman the face of all the crime and the chaos that happen that actually happen because of him.

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And at the end of the scene, Joker was caught by the team SWAT and laugh till the scene fade out. Its mean that Joker was not dead already. The police may put him in the maximum level of security prison. And that is mean nothing as long as the one you put in that prison is Joker.

The bottom line is, He is still alive and just in prison-that-he-possibly-can-break-anytime-he-want. As we know he is skimmer (Although he convinced Harvey that he's not).

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Just if,
If Heath Ledger still here with us, this could be happen.

First, in what i think,  Christopher Nolan could make another sequel of Batman & Joker with Bale and Ledger include. And go on with all that storyline and character that Nolan's created along with Dark Knight Trilogy.

And DC Extended Universe will be in Nolan's Mood. Nolan's will be the one who made "Man Of Steel" (Which Zack Snider's MOS is not bad either, in fact that one is one of my favorite DC movie), and cast the Superman.

There'll not be the-lame-ass Suicide Squad. BvS doesn't have to seems so dark. Tom Hardy maybe not playing as Bane(?). Cara Deleveigne will not play as Enchantress. Joel Kinnaman will not play as Rick Flag. And there'll be not Slipknot which is i don't really know what he's doing in SS.

And about Nolan, Which i think Nolan has made several movies that really play with character and storyline along with awesomeness of the music scorer Zimmer. Which is really good for the DC. Dark Knight Trilogy for the proof.

And about the storyline, Nolan was the best plot maker. Every detail of the plots matter a lot to the story. Like when Rachel gives Alfred a letter that said She's gonna end the relationship with Wayne and gonna live with Harvey. Alfred know that Rachel died and burn the letter. And then he tell Wayne later after he sick of what happen in the last trilogy.

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Ledger,
The world will be different if you're here. We miss you. May you Rest In Peace, pal!

"Jangan sengaja pergi agar dicari. Jangan sengaja lari untuk dikejar. Berjuang tidak sebercanda itu."

Selasa, 25 April 2017.
Saya menghilangkan kunci saya. Seperangkat kunci yang di dalamnya terdapat kunci motor dan kontrakan yang saya jadikan satu dalam satu ring yang saya sebut gantungan.

Seluruh pojok dan altar serta ruang luas Gedung C kampus sudah pernah dijamah tangan ini untuk mencari. Tapi aneh, masih saja tidak bisa mata ini menemukan keberadaan kunci itu.

Ntah kemana perginya kunci-kunci itu. Kemungkinan hanya 2. Terselip ntah di lubang yang tak kasat mata, atau terbawa teman yang tak sengaja.

Perasaan ini masih mengatakan untuk tetap mencari dan percaya. Percaya bahwa tidak semua kehilangan tidak akan pernah berakhir baik. Mencari dengan harapan untuk menemukan sesuatu yang semua orang dekat saya bilang, 'ikhlaskan'.

Rabu, 26 April 2017.
Rasa percaya saya masih belum hilang. Saya cari kembali di setiap sudut yang saya singgahi di malam kunci itu hilang. Sekali dua kali tidak cukup. Tiap jam kosong, saya kembali ke tempat tersebut untuk sekedar mencari dan bertanya.

Setiap pencarian dan setiap pertanyaan selalu menghasilkan hasil yang nihil. "Sudah, ikhlaskan saja. Cepat panggil tukang kunci, kasihan motormu, sudah kena panas dan hujan tanpa kamu perhatikan."

Ohiya motor saya? Saya hampir lupa jika inti dari pencarian ini adalah motor saya. Mendengar jawaban itu, saya langsung melihat jendela yang mengarah tepat dimana motor saya diparkirkan. Masih sama, di tempat yang sama. Sabar sayang, kamu pasti kuat.

Hari sudah terlalu sore untuk saya menyadari bahwa saya harus menyelamatkan sesuatu yang selalu menyelamatkan saya. Motorku, esok kamu akan dapat kunci baru.

Kamis, 27 April 2017
Sebelum saya memutuskan untuk memanggil master of cracking anything (tukang kunci), saya sempatkan untuk kembali datang dan mencari serta bertanya lagi. Hasilnya ya sudah bisa ditebak.

Numpung masih pagi dan belum terlalu panas, saya langsung panggil dan menemani Bapak Kunci untuk menjalankan pekerjaannya di motor saya.

Sesampainya saya dan bapak itu di tempat di mana saya parkir motor, bapak itu langsung membuka tas ransel yang dibawanya untuk mengeluarkan peralatan yang sederhana. Hanya kumpulan kunci-kunci yang masih botak, kawat, senter dan tak lupa kikir.

Di colokkan kawat ke tempat kunci bagasi motor saya, dan bapak itu mulai menyenteri dalamnya. Bapak itu mulai mengikir kunci dengan kikirnya, seperti seorang seniman patung pahat kayu yang biasa saya lihat di Laptop Si Unyil.

Sambil bekerja, bapak itu nyeletuk dan bercerita.
"...Biasanya kalau sudah begini, kuncinya akan ketemu, dek." Sambil menengok kearah saya dan tersenyum menenangkan.

Mungkin bapak itu tau, saya sangat khawatir dan sangat mencari-cari keberadaan kunci itu. Ya iya, apalagi yang perlu saya sembunyikan? Yang saya katakan dalam hati hanya meng-amin kan perkataan bapak tersebut. Ya, saya masih berharap.

"... Kemarin, saya dipanggil untuk menduplikat kunci motor yang hilang ke daerah Gunung Kidul. Sampainya di sana, ternyata kuncinya ada di kantong celana paling dalam dari empunya..." Sambil menunjukan tangannya ke bagian kantong celana, mengisyaratkan.

Saya terdiam dan mematung. Segera saya rogoh kantong celana ini. Ya sama saja hasilnya. Kosong. Kalaupun sehabis menduplikatkan kunci ini, kunci yang hilang itu kembali, saya tidak akan menyesal, hanya bersyukur.

Saya kaget, tiba-tiba motor saya sudah bisa menyala. Tidak lebih dari 10 menit bapak itu berkerja dan semuanya sudah beres. Saya bayar dan bersiap-siap, lalu kami berpisah di parkiran. Tak lupa saya berterimakasih dengan tulus kepada bapak itu, dan juga teman-teman yang menyarankan untuk memanggil bapak itu.

Minggu, 30 April 2017.
Sudah hampir seminggu, kunci itu tak kunjung ketemu. Saya masih penasaran di mana kunci itu sekarang berada. Apakah ditangan orang, atau memang hilang. Bila ditangan orang, syaa harap orang itu sadar dan mengembalikan. That key belongs to me. Tidak ada gunanya kamu menyimpan itu. Tidak akan cocok dengan motormu, atau kendaraan apapun yang kamu punya. Kecuali, memang niatmu membawa pergi motor yang saya punya ini suatu saat nanti ketika saya lengah.

Saya senang, saya sudah berjuang sebelumnya. Tidak akan menyesal hati ini jika suatu saat kunci itu kembali. Jika memang kunci itu harus hilang, saya akan ikhlas. Tetapi sampai berapa lama lagi saya harus berharap kunci itu akan kembali?

Update.
Sabtu, 6 Mei 2017

Ponsel saya bergetar. Segera saya lihat, ternyata ada empat pesan dari seorang teman perempuan, sebut saja Titi.

"Ini bukan?" Itu pesan keempat yang ia kirim yang tampil di bar notifikasi ponsel saya.

Ini bukan apanya? Seingat saya, saya tidak pernah minta ambilkan apapun atau belikan apapun. Sekedipan mata langsung saya buka pesan dari Titi. Wah? Waw, ada foto juga yang ia kirim. Hm, itu kunci saya. WHAT? ITU KUNCI SAYAAA!!!!!!!! WTF. Ntah saya harus senang kegirangan atau malah marah dan meledak.

Saya tidak peduli tiga pesan lain yang membuntuti foto yang ia kirim, yang jelas, itu kunci motor saya. Kunci yang sudah lama saya ikhlaskan namun masih saya taruh di ujung harapan. Saya tidak ingat pernah berdoa untuk kembalinya kunci itu, namun terimakasih tuhan telah mengembalikan kunci ini dengan cara yang luar biasa tidak biasa.

Perasaan saya? Lega. Lebih dari senang. Aneh juga bila mengikhlaskan tapi masih berharap. Tapi, hasilnya berbuah manis. Ah, perasaan saya sedang campur aduk.

Seperti pada malam-malam sebelumnya, Jogja hujan. Jogja selalu membawa hawa yang begitu berbeda nan indah ditiap malamnya. Jogja, kamu istimewa.

Sesudah aktifitas seperti biasanya juga kami pergi untuk mencari tempat makan asyik disekitar Jalan Magelang sebelum kami kembali ke singgahan masing-masing. Kami sepakat untuk makan bakmi malam ini. Saya setuju.

Awalnya, tiada tetesan air sedikitpun yang turun. Semakin kami sampai, rintik-rintik mulai jatuh dan membasahu aspal-aspal yang sudah seharian kering. Beruntung sampai kami memesan makanan, hanya gerimis yang terjadi.

Di ujung meja saya lihat ada sepasang suami istri. Yang tidak biasa dari mereka adalah mereka yang sudah bisa dibilang tua dan mereka duduk berhadapan.

Sepasang kakek nenek yang belum terlalu tua itu menyantap bakmie godok pesanan mereka sambil sesekali tersenyum dalam tatapan. Ya tuhan, saya terenyuh. Saya tersentuh. Saya meluruh.

Kakek itu. Sungguh menggambarkan Bapak. Bapak dirumah yang selalu romantis disetiap kesempatan. Selalu membahagiakan disetiap keadaan. Selalu berusaha disetiap keterbatasan. Selalu memberi disetiap kesederhanaan.

Malam ini hujan turun. Malam ini tiba-tiba terasa sunyi. Suara kendaraan dan air rintik yang menghujam atap terpal warung bakmi ini sama sekali tidak mengganggu lamunan ini.

Saya rindu, Bapak. Terlalu banyak pengorbanan yang kubalas kelalaian. Maaf pak, saya belum bisa beri apa-apa. Hanya keluhan, ocehan dan bentakan yang saya buat. Itu buruk, itu tidak baik. Untuk bapak, saya minta maaf.

Malam ini, Jogja hujan. Malam ini, saya menangis dalam lamunan.