happy holidays!

regards,

-yours truly-

 

a dance round memory tree

ditemani oren lavie entah mengapa prince caspian membuatnya sedih. narnia should have been fought with the initial four. jangan ada yang kurang satu pun. lihatlah harry potter! mereka tetap bertiga. yang lain boleh meninggal. tetapi jangan para ksatrianya.

 

ia tak ingat bahwa di masa kecilnya jagoan pernah ada yang meninggalkan penggemarnya. ah! kecuali mungkin john lennon. tapi baginya lennon masih hidup. di wajah-wajah mahasiswa ayahnya. yang membagi kesenangan mereka kepadanya. lewat jacky and martin. atau lampil. yah. lennon masih hidup. dan mereka cukup keren. menginap setiap malam. tidur jam 3 pagi. meliuk-liuk di atas meja gambar di antara kertas-kertas kalkir, jangka dan penggaris. setidaknya di matanya ketika itu.

 

tapi ksatria sebenar-benarnya adalah ayahnya. yang menggantikan spica dan sega dengan wayang gerak berbentuk obelix dan asterix buatan tangan. angkrok namanya, kata ayahnya. hiburan yang tahan lama. bahkan ketika listrik mati. she bet no dad has ever done that before. lalu dengan rokok di tangan kanan dan koran. sementara ia menari-narikan obelix dan asterix seolah melakon dalam negeri dewa-dewa. tidak benar kata mario teguh bahwa anak yang lahir dari orang tua perokok pasti akan menjadi perokok. lebih baik dengarkan mario bros untuk membasmi pasukan the bully coopa. yah. hidup memang tidak pernah mudah. tapi ternyata cukup indah. saat itu.

 

lagu terakhir. setelah itu tak banyak hal-hal indah di masa lalu yang bisa diingatnya. hampir semua terhapus oleh ksatria-ksatria palsu yang hanya menghiburnya sesaat. then leave her broken hearted. look at the trees, didn't stop at the top. not for him. used to borrow the wind for a walk. dengan kaca mata yang sekarang dipakainya, semua lebih jelas. look in his eyes for a dying flare. look for the wind in his yellow hair. and pretend you see the man who isn't there. adulthood is overwhelming. you see, hear and speak of things you wouldn't have had in mind as a child. pantas peter pan tak pernah ingin dewasa.

 

di dunia orang dewasa, tidak ada lagi ksatria.

dulce et decorum est pro partria mori*

by now i am already used to fighting alone.

but, it would be nice to have a companion;

even when s/he does not master any war craft.

or to the least to have people take my side,

'though they will never set foot at the battle ground.

in spirit, together,  we will fight the enemy!

make them aware,

that we don't go for lost battle!

 

hanya ada satu kata:

L A W A N !

 

*it is sweet and right to die for one's country

morning senbazuru

of course i excuse you

you're the more exotic rough version

of a mixed robertino and arman maulana

i know tons like you's

who dressed up in hardly washed clothings

of ragged shirt, flushed torn jeans and worn-out jackets

as if you're the hardcore type

yet you listen to d'masiv and alexa

that's okay. i dig them too.

plus, i have seen you pee,

and with that street look of yours

i think it's cute that you can't say 'awr'.

bertanduk

microphone i wished to be

to feel your lips divine

i will not protest thee

should we cuddle till the morning shine

Landon Pigg - Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop.mp4

i've seen the paths that your eyes wander down
i want to come too

i've seen the waters that make your eyes shine
now i'm shining too

because oh because i've fallen quite hard over you

if i didn't know you i'd rather not know
if i couldn't have you i'd rather be alone

..all of the while it was you..

meerkat manner

flower,

please forgive tosca.

as you're not supposed to be judgemental

;like us.

life as we like it

cerita bude mono. biyen masiyo turu mesti gentenan karo papamu, aku tangi, papamu turu. saya kok yo seneng terus. endik sik cilik, mas mon gawene mung ngudang-ngudang endik wira-wiri nganggo kreto bayi. pram yo sik cilik. gawene ngalor-ngidul nggawani sarung bodhole papamu. yen mamamu teko sarunge diduduhke karo ngomong, 'mbak cicik, iki sarunge pak ipit. ini lho, baunya pak ipit,' karo diambungi kae. urip ra kroso susah. padahal mas mon yo ra kerjo. proyek mung siji loro. papamu, pak mamiek karo jenthit gawene klothek'an. thuthuk-thuthuk nggawe maket nganti didhodok tonggo teparo. tapi aku yo ra tau ngersulo, ra tau pengen mulih neng tegal opo piye ngono. mergo wong ra nduwe duwit kae umum. tapi ati rasane kok yo seneng terus.

 

setuju. tapi, ternyata masa indah memang harus dibayar suatu saat. walaupun seumpama memang bisa dibeli, saya akan pasti akan membeli lagi masa-masa serumah dengan semuanya. pak uk. om pa. pak hari. pak mantok. pak agus. om rudi. mas didik. pak ek. mas donny. hiburan-hiburan rakyat. scrabble. bridge. kadang-kadang tombok'an. porkas.

ohana

i never thought that eleven years could be considered as ‘just yesterday’. yet, it did. then again i felt that your living room did not use to be that small. it used to be not that shady too. i didn’t see the wooden ducks that used to park on the buffet. and those three boys. the last time i saw you, you lost a man. now you gained three! life could not be that bad. still, i could see in your eyes who you missed the most. i know things have changed since. couples separated. people drifted apart. family lost contacts. i understand why you’re holding on to past events that tight. i could see why writing things down is important for you. it’s been long that fond memories showed up to your door. because life had stopped when he’s gone. but tears must not come, though laughter is unbearable. so, i’m personally sorry if the fact that how we missed those old things have dragged our feet to your house today and it somehow made you sad to suddenly struck by some yesteryear’s stuff.

it’s exactly why we showed up today. we cannot promise you happier things for you to experience then recollect someday. but we’re here if you need to reminisce the joyful past. because one way or the other, we’re family.

 

for mas pram, mas endik, mas sonny and especially bude mono.

yuck fou!

i would throw burning candles

or broken glasses to scar you,

instead,

i bled myself.

afterall

i love you not because you know how to write poetry,

-which i know you could, for those books you've read-

or shower me with dozens of roses,

-which i am sure you're able, for those songs you've heard-

but because you juggle while i cook,

and amuse me with your wisecrack jokes.

so, i will marry you (someday)*;

even though you wed cigarettes, coffee and her for ages

and often misspelled 'male' for 'mail'.

 

 

 

 

mixed fillings

geneva conventions. additional protocols. the hague conventions. rome statutes. impunity. what the fudge? jus in bello. juice and jell-o. grave breaches. great beaches. war crimes. omar al-bashir. waltz with bashir. germaine katanga. simba. elton john. sudan. congo. idi amin. the last king of scotland. uganda. this is africa. is this africa? slobodan miloshevic. bosnia. herzegovina? serbia? vienna mandate. apple strudel. kosovo? ah! protecting power. ratione loci. seafood gratine. ratione materiae. ratione temporis. ratione personae. fettucine carbonara. genocide. crimes against humanity. icc. arab leaders. tikka kebabs. jugun ianfu. state responsibility. montreux documents. saddam husein. nikita Khrushchev. no. that's not related, stupid! america. black water. guantanamo. abu dujana. ibrohim. temanggung. internal disturbance. nurdin m. top. nurdin leptop. nurdin topmarkotop. fattoush. hummus. pitta bread.

 

ok. stop!

makroekompromi

maklumi saya bila masih tidak mengerti;

dengan anak-anak muda berkostum urban

(celana levi's, kaos berjargon, dan sepatu converse)

yang tekun belajar tentang ilmu membela proletar

di tengah kepulan asap-asap rokok

ditemani buku-buku marx, lenin, stalin dan mao yang

berbaur dengan macbook dan latte panas setengah harga

-dengan membawa cangkir atau termosmu sendiri-

di pojokan gerai-gerai kopi waralaba barat

sambil sesekali mengupdate status

di situs-situs pergaulan masa kini

dengan mengutip che, castro atau tan malaka

masih dengan macbooknya

yang mengandung sambungan maya nirkabel.

 

itukah kompromi? atau itulah kini?

note to self (5)

"being single doesn't mean you're all alone feeding 20 cats from your armchair while watching cop show reruns."

 

true. it means feeding yourself and 'a' cat –because your pay and your landlord don't allow you to own more than one nonhuman pet– from your bedroom-slash-kitchen-slash-living room while watching Friends DVDs (for the 10^th time).

gerutu (2)

males, deh. lebai banget, sih, lu?

ngirim kartu lebaran, ato natal 'kan

just showing our gratitude to them,

yang telah sudi bekerjasama dengan kami

nggak ada hubungannya dengan

telling them that they're actually

working for us not you.

'though it may be true in some sense.

we're honestly just showing our respect.

at least, i am.

 

heran. pikiran lu, kok, jadi sama ribetnya.

gua pikir lu lebih pinter dari ini.

 

tai, ah!

note to self (4)

stop keeping other people happy. fuss less about work. you're already screwed. go have fun. be carefree. drink a lot of beers. have a whole lot of sex. think less about the money you earn. or spend. or save. worry not about growing old. and getting sick. eventually you'll die anyway. might as well live while you can.

 

just take a deep breath and start act like a 26!

 

today's menu: feel like having some 80's and 90's

1.       brad kane and lea salonga – a whole new world

2.       george michael and whitney houston – if i told you that

3.       george michael and mary j. blige – as

4.       george michael – faith

5.       richard marx – hazards

6.       richard marx – endless summer nights

7.       white lion – you're all i need

8.       color me badd – close to heaven

9.       color me badd – choose

10.    toto – i'll be over you

11.    toto – i will remember

12.    chicago – you're the inspiration

13.    peter cetera – glory of love

14.    peter cetera and crystal bernard – forever tonight

 

somehow these songs remind me of french twist, indiana jones and the fate of atlantis, pc games called prehistoric, mtv during the good old days, and living.

note to self (3)

kupikir, kalian adalah prometheus-ku.

ternyata, akulah prometheus-ku itu.

 

dan aku masih menunggu heracles-ku.

sure, it's not your fault

you may never know,

because you have such a harmonious parents,

whom you love so much and love you back more.

and i'm not going to preach about good virtue,

when i said it hurts to find other woman's stuff

among your father's stuff,

it hurts that much that you just want to shout

la la la la and cover both ears, pretending that

none of that happened and even if they do

they would go by so fast. still, on the contrary, 

the image will stay. and changed how you

look at your father. it will never again be with such an awe,

but with distrust, anger and disgust instead.

yet, the worst is looking at your mother,

who is clueless of how her heart will be broken.

something she thought would end,

the day she said i do, to the man she falls for profoundly.

 

still, i'm a person of my words. i'm not preaching.

it's just something i learned to feel along the way.

the odds

there's too much already on my plate

but i guess i can always slip you somewhere

i enjoy bonuses every now and again

and like the yolk on my sunny side-up

i always save the best for last.

 

i wished lunch is the luxury we both can afford.

the dream

i had an almost weirdest dream about you the other day.

you were either a guy who blew up things,

or a terrorist as people nowadays called.

or some sort of serial killer. or a sniper gone bad. i'm not really sure.

the only people who are left to trust you were me,

and my mother whose face at times changes

into some woman at work, a doctor

whom these days i work closely with.

the thing was, after you blew up some building,

you shot somebody, whom i now forgot who,

from a rumah gadang shaped zeppelin,

which we, i don't know who 'we' are, but i'm confident

that it was not just me who were looking out for you,

were sure that it was where you would likely to hide

when you were targeting somebody.

we were right. you shot somebody. but we couldn't find you.

 

then one day, you went to see me.

showed up on my doorstep. yes. my own place. mine.

with the t-shirt i often see you wearing.

the cream striped brown one. and your worn out jeans.

and faded army-green jacket.

i knew you were a fugitive. but i went with you anyway.

funny thing. you came to take me out on a date.

not a big fancy one where people would notice who you were.

but a modest one. where you would try to please me in your own way.

we stopped to buy snacks.

you bought a packet of steamed peanut. and two steamed corns.

while i bought some fried tempe which i told the seller not to add cheese flavour.

i know. it was weird. it was a dream.

then you gave me your hands, and although

romantic things are not on our plate in the real world,

i took and held them. then we went for a walk holding hands.

while we didn't say a thing about anything.

it felt that i knew all the reasons of your wrong-doing.

 

then i woke up. i checked the time. it was 3 something o'clock.

i went back to sleep and strangely enough that the dream continued.

but this time i was with some guy at work. we were at some training.

and the conversation about you came up. and somewhere along,

i learned that you were in such a terrible condition or situation

that i had to go and get you. or maybe just see you.

and somehow it was my mother whose face still changes at times

into some woman at work, a doctor whom i work closely with,

who showed up and offered to drive me up to where you were.

we went with an old kijang. and the road was terrible.

it was like the road to meulaboh from teunom after the tsunami. even worse.

but that was nothing compared to my mother driving.

her ability to drive was clearly worse than the one i know of.

she was reckless and the car almost flipped. but we pull through.

when we got there. the place was surrounded with the SWAT team.

 

then i woke up. and it was already the time to get ready.

it was saturday. and i had a youth volunteers gathering to attend.

gerutu (1)

saya benci bau jeruk yang sedang dikupas

di metromini karena ia bukan bis malam

antar kota antar propinsi

yang seharusnya mengharamkan

orang-orang mudah mabuk perjalanan menumpanginya

karena metromini adalah angkutan para pekerja

yang pagi siang sore malam membanting tulang

tak juga bisa beli kendaraan sendiri

 

tapi terutama,

saya benci bau telur rebus

yang sedang dikupas di metromini

yang bisa dengan mudah dijadikan kambing hitam

oleh setiap penumpang

karena baunya seperti kentut.

irony

ketika orang-orang sibuk mencaci agama

of what they did and did not do

saya masih sibuk mencari harta

for what it gives and gives not

 

ternyata, saya tetap saja miskin (dan makin miskin)

of what i thought i have and turned out i have not

on john and jen

have you seen john these days? i'm pretty sure he now smokes pot. jen probably taught him how. well, who wouldn't succumb to pot when angelina takes over your gold. that's brad. who introduced jen to pot. friends is just another misery one has to deal with. with pot is how.

 

the point is. no friends and no brad. even with a john and pots. and no angelina. there is no jen.

note to self (2)

aku ingin menghujanimu dengan puisi!

oh wait, i already did that..

schmuck

never regret anything you did not do

never complain about everything you love to do

a supposedly puppy lust

mine is a labyrinth

in which the absence of you

is its less mystery

abadi

tomorrow i'll cry

but today i'll laugh

if you can't beat 'em. join 'em.

i was really bored with things. literally every thing. my mind started to wonder what are the best inventions of the world that normally made my life seemed less boring. and i came up with these:

 

1. indomie. it goes with everything at any given time. rainy days. hottest days. eggs. milk. cheese. meat. vegetables. even the president.

 

2. emoticons! if savage garden said that in santa monica you can be anyone you want to be, on internet, you can emoticon any thing you want to feel. who would have guessed that such an inanimate object could at times really describe your feelings. and it's already perceived as an actual word. with c in some languages. and k in some others. emoticon rules!

 

3. search engines and cyber encyclopaedia. literally these mean google and wikipedia. who cares that anything on the internet is unlikely to be valid. from houses to hamsters. you can just google it. from marxism to sesame street. you can just wiki them. it makes life easier. writing an essay has never been more effortless. composing a program document have never been faster.

 

4. tv serials. i'm really not the video killed the radio star kind of person. because it didn't. or the type that thinks that tv erodes one's life. people these days are not dumb, you know you can choose what you want to watch on tv. if you're making the bad choices, please don't scapegoat the tv. personally, i'm a tv serials addict. i watched almost everything. i was there at the making of the olsen twins. i even remember that even though riptide was a hit, i like joe penny more in jake and the fatman. boy! do that stephen j. cannell guy played a big role in my upbringing! and now i'm very much in awe to see all these brilliant ideas on tv serials. i mean something as simple as friends could make millions of people drawn in the romantic ideals of friendship. then there's will and grace, 30rocks, csi, my name is earl, weeds, psych, dexter. man! how can you not love tv?

 

5. youtube. exclamation point.

 

well. after making this list. now i can see clearly why my fabricated life is dull.

avaricious gluttony

you don't care about the icing

let alone how it tastes

you just want it

because it's my piece of cake

raging bullshits

oh. so, from now on this is how it's going to be?

you think i didn't cover for your ass?

for your very kind information. the whole town hates you.

i was the only one who willingly put up. now this?

fine, then. a war it is. hot or cold. your pick.

 

have fun rotting on the bottom of the world. alone.

(m)alice in neverland

i wished i'd done that

poured all of 'those'

into a set of nursery rhyme

cited them

into best-selling children fantasy

they should of course transpire

into a timeless legend

made people hum each word

as if it were nonsense

when it is actually all sense

trapped

i would unlock

but you had the key

and we both forgot

why we left it

indonesia bukan debu di mulutmu

waktu itu pernah, seseorang menunjuk saya dan berkata, 'kamu masih muda, tapi kenapa sudah sebegitu sinisnya?' nyatanya, kalimat itu memang tidak hanya sekali dua kali mampir di kuping. tapi sering. bapak di kantor malah pernah menasehati saya begini, 'if you are my age, i can understand, but you are so young, so many things to look forward to.' biasanya, bila sedang malas, saya hanya mendengus. tapi jika stamina cukup, saya akan menjawab, 'saya menjadi seperti ini bukan dalam sekedipan mata. ada prosesnya.'

 

ya. saya adalah avid complainer. mengeluh terus. sepanjang hari. sepanjang waktu. mulut ini rasanya tidak berengsel. kalimat-kalimat yang keluar jarang positif. ada saja yang bisa diberatkan. tapi, terserah mau percaya atau tidak, saya tidak peduli, saya bisa bilang bahwa saya adalah pengeluh yang nasionalis. jangan pernah berdebat dengan saya tentang sinisme terhadap indonesia. saya tidak suka.

 

protes-protes pada negara ini waktunya disudahi. kami generasi muda sudah waktunya mulai menemukan solusi. bukan meromantisasi masa lalu kemudian menunjuk pada hidung-hidung para pelaku sejarah yang konon membuat kacau.

 

terserahlah, orang-orang di masa lalu itu pernah berbuat salah dan sekarang akibatnya semua kena batunya. sampai kapan mau mengutuk. apakah akan berhenti semua serapah. dan yang lebih penting. apa ada bedanya lidah-lidah yang terlalu tajam dengan tangan-kaki-badan yang selalu bergeming.

 

terus terang, saya juga merasa jijik kepada mereka yang sepertinya tidak pernah berterimakasih kepada bangsanya. indonesia ini sudah terluka sedemikian parahnya. apa masih perlu dikucuri jeruk nipis dan ditaburi garam. saya masih ingat jelas kata-kata guru PPKN di sekolah menengah dulu, pak Tri, namanya. saya juga ingat bahwa pada saat itu sedang heboh koalisi Megawati, Gus Dur dan Amien Rais. beliau bilang, 'saya mengerti bahwa pemimpin kita banyak melakukan kesalahan, tetapi jika di hadapkan dengan pihak luar, sebagai sebuah bangsa, sudah selayaknya kita ikut membela kehormatannya. bukan berarti tidak memperkarakan kesalahannya. tapi lebih bijak dalam menyikapi perbuatannya. kalian kan sudah belajar pengertian harkat dan martabat manusia. nanti, pada saatnya, kalian akan belajar mengenai harkat dan martabat sebuah bangsa.' saya tidak pernah tahu mengapa the greater force melekatkan ingatan saya kuat-kuat pada kata-kata itu. tapi saya memang mempercayai kata-kata itu.

 

mungkin jika sepatu saya anda pakai, anda akan mengerti mengapa penting bagi saya untuk tidak pesimis dan sinis terhadap negara saya. mengapa sangat mendesak bagi saya untuk tetap percaya bahwa negara ini pasti akan menemukan obatnya.

 

maaf, teman. mengeluh itu pada tempatnya. jika tentang indonesia. saya menolak menjadi pengeluh.

 

 

to those who between my chest and your fragrance*

why are you by yourself?

siapa yang tahu. apalagi peduli. lagipula, kamu juga sendiri.

but, we have been watching each other, then.

tentu saja. saya, tak tahu mengapa, tidak bisa berpaling.

tacky. is that even true?

dengarlah apa saja yang kau percaya.

then see what your eyes want to see.

tidak ada yang memaksa. saya. kamu. semua boleh melamun.

and create whatever they want to believe in their heads?

asal jangan biarkan orang lain tahu.

so, people won't think we're missing chemicals in our brain?

kamu pintar juga ternyata.

hell, yeah. that's what people told me since i'm not goodlooking.

memangnya itu lebih penting?

not more than being goodlooking, at least.

lalu mengapa saya perlu berlagak mikir padahal diam-diam mencuri pandang?

i really don't know. maybe it's all in the minds. yours. mine.

otak sepandai itu? punyamu, mungkin. saya?

honestly. i have no idea. but i enjoy the fact that you turn your heads.

untuk menatapmu sekilatan?

no. just to find my face among the others.

tapi saya tidak akan pernah berani lebih dari mencari.

that's okay. i'll wait until you do. even if you don't. i'll understand.

michael jackson, bukan?

ah. you noticed. very good. i never thought you'd recognize.

sama sepertimu. tidak rupawan. mungkin memang harus pintar.

you're funny too. and have a funny laugh. at least in my head you do.

bisakah itu menjadi lebih penting?

again. i don't have the answer. but this alone i enjoy.

saya harus pergi. berpaling ke wajah-wajah lain. yang mungkin tidak akan saya nikmati.

go. just promise me you will keep glancing every now and again.

dan melanjutkan obrolan kita ini. katanya. mata jendela hati. dan mungkin pikiran.

corny. still. i hope they are. i had a good time talking to you. i hope you are too.

 

17.16.15.06.09 tertabur*

X-Men Origins: Wolverine

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Science Fiction & Fantasy

When we were little, my brother wanted to be Gambit or Cyclops. Meanwhile, when other girls would have wanted to be Jean Grey or Rogue or Storm (not many girls wanted to be Mystique), I wanted to be Wolverine. I don't even know why I'm very much drawn to this character. Maybe because of his dark blue-yellow costume (I used to like yellow). Maybe it was the claws (I'm a paws and claws person). Maybe it was his solitariness (I don't like people). Or his suppressed feelings morphed into rage (no comment). Probably it was altogether. I don't know exactly. I have almost forgotten about this. Then the movie came, I don't know why I was so determined to watch it. Every time I went pass the theatre, I was intrigued to see it. So, I did. I watched it.

During the movie, I felt like I wanted to know things about him. Like Harry Potter fascinated to search for his ancestor. I was fascinated to find out about how he ended up being the dark blue-yellow costumed superhero with adamantium claws. Although I had known the story (my brother being a Marvel-freak), still, it was captivating to find out own my own.

The movie itself was not that good in a way that pieces of the story where X-Men characters were introduced were a bit in a rush, such as when he met Gambit (which also not like what I was expected as a jaw-dropping-French-descent-ladies-man superhero). Although, I can understand because this was seen from Wolvie's point of view (he would probably be more appealing when it were told from Rogue's point of view). Scenes such as how they met Cyclops was also sort of forced to be included in the movie. This resulted in the relationship between Victor Creed (later became Sabretooth), which was Wolvie's half brother and Kayla (which on later Marvel comics became Silver Fox) to be less explored, in which I think should have been worked on more intensely rather than focusing on how Wolverine randomly met all of the other Professor X's future students.

I also find it hard to picture that Zero was actually an Asian descent, because if I'm not mistaken Zero, which will be Maverick eventually, was born sometime before the Cold War, lived in Germany, and had blonde hair. So, I assumed he would be Caucasian, instead of Korean. However, as Hollywood movie are putting in some Asian flavour (especially Korean, for instance in movies like Yes Man or He's Just Not Into You or Nick and Norah Infinite Playlist), I was not really that surprised. It may well be a subtle political act of America for countering the paranoia of the made in Korea rockets (the ship, not the arugula).

I don't think I need to explain further for the special effect. It is not like what I have expected. The make up was okay in some part, but bad in some others. I think the make-up artist concentrated more on Logan and Victor's make up that they forgot to pimp the other characters, most prominent poor make-up was Blob (I didn't know that the name Blob was initiated by Blob himself, out of his inner insecurity). I mean if Hollywood can do Mrs. Doubtfire, what's the harm in prepping a fictional comic book character? However, I had to admit that Victor was giving me all the goosebumps. Schreiber out beat Jackman. How he crawled like a big wild cat. Or caressing through cold metal with his claws. Then smiling, showing his fangs. Goosebumps!

I also think that the plot is jolting every now and again. With the opening scene of Logan (or still James, Jimmy for Victor) in his childhood then killed his biological father to the scene where they took part in almost every war there were in America, I thought that the movie would be exploring more about Logan's character, how he reached that Wolverine phase. Instead, the movie was about the major stages in his life, since the beginning until he became Wolverine. It would be more interesting to explore on his relationship with Victor, from brothers to buddies to arch nemesis, from Victor calling him Jimmy then changed to Logan, then Jimmy again.

Still, I like this movie very much, because I like Wolverine so much. I was a bit disappointed to see there are too much action and not so much plot and drama. Well, it's kind of hard to adjust when my standard prequel movie would be Batman Begins to the least. I mean, it's not rocket science to build a good story and a thrilling action, if The Dark Night and StarWars can do it, why not do it to one of the most celebrated comics? It's Marvel we're talking about here!

But, Kltpzyxm, anyway. I would zap myself to watching this movie over and over again. This movie gives me the warmth (and the creep) like when I watched Prince Caspian. So, my rate for this movie is four stars, all for personal reasons.