“SITI” a film by Eddie Cahyono was effortlessly tasteful.
It’s been a while since I quit tweeting. Most of time I think I’m better off being away from that ‘almost everybody’s diary’, but I always own an instinct to write my thoughts and sometimes I can’t deny that I’m haunted to make it shared. Allow me to write about the latest Indonesian film that I’ve watched at the cinema yesterday, I truly can’t help to share my thoughts about it. I’m not gonna write the film’s summary because google must be saying so much about it and you can go to your favorite movie blogger’s site if you want to read about its movie technical review. I will only write about how the film left its remarkable trace within my memory.
Eddie Cahyono’s film has a very simple title, “SITI”. As simple as its title, the film was also rich with simplicity. The film was set around the Parangtritis beach, Yogyakarta. The beach and the sea could be an indulging cinematography for its viewers, but Eddie Cahyono chose black and white as the main tone instead of an eyecatching tone (rumors has it, it was about a budget problem). I barely saw the beautiful eye pleasing sight during the film, yet I guarantee it was not something that condemnable. I truly adore how the story and the performances of the actors could be a perfect match, came as a symbol of the honest life and humankind.
Sekar Sari, the main character in this film had successfully given her soul as Siti. Every motion that came from her body, everytime she glanced and smiled at his little son, every words that she uttered to his powerless husband, everything felt so damn effortless. Another gold performance also owned by the little boy who portays Siti’s son, his unadorned childishness was too impossible to be ignored. It was heartwarming to watched the both of them were chained by a strong chemistry, effortlessly.
“Siti” also offered me the pain. It was not the plain pain that I used to feel, it was more than that, it was the tasteful pain. Why tasteful? because it was simply about a things that could hurt everybody’s hearts in a little way, a things which might come in disguise as a bestfriend’s witty punchline that we wish we never laughed at, a things that we denied often until we were unconsciously numb, until we felt tired of “everything is gonna be alright” kind of things.
“Siti” had shown me that, as an ordinary human, we will never own an unlimited resilience to undergo life. Pain, fear and dissapointment will always come without a warn. But when there is a pain, there is always a painkiller. Siti only wants the simple thing to kill her pain, her husband’s voice.
Eddie Cahyono had put the simplicity at its best on “Siti” without trying to dramaticize everything, without trying to be poetic, without trying to complicate the plot. Cahyono gave me an unpretentious work, left me a moral story that “for being honest, I don’t have to be immaculate”.
One more plus point is, the music score by Krisna Ratmara was an engaging gem.
Written by: Restu Hapsari