THE GIANT MECHANICAL MAN (2012)

Do you ever watch a movie that you could relate  with the characters and the story, instantly? This indie movie did that to me. I stumble upon this one while browsing movie trailers a long time ago. I watch the trailers and immediately think I should watch the movie. It’s an old movie, but, here’s my review on The Giant Mechanical Man (2012.

About the Movie:

The Giant Mechanical Man, released in 2012, telling us story about Janice portrayed by Jenna Fischer, is a woman in her 30’s who still got no idea how to navigate adulthood. Janice having a hard time to finding and keeping a job, so she was evicted from her apartment cause she couldn’t pay the rent and forced to move in with her overbearing little sister, Jill played by Malin Akerman. And Tim (Messina), a devoted street artist who finds that shows as a silver-painted street performer don’t pay the bills even though he loves doing it and leads to a break up with his girlfriend.

They both quit the job, and end up working at local zoo. As Janice and Tim working together at the zoo, they slowly develop a lighthearted connection that evolves into quality friendship. They incidentally bump into each other a couple times away from work, and eventually end up going on a date. The date goes exceedingly well and they had a great connection. But, Janice’s sister, Jill spends most of the movie forcing relationship between her and Doug (Topher Grace), an egotistical self-help guru which Janice seems to have no interest.

While on a semi-forced date with Doug, Janice walks by Tim while he’s in his Mechanical Man costume and does not realize it is him. At this opportune moment, Doug has his arm around her and goes in for a kiss as they turn the corner out of Tim’s line of sight. Janice declines his advances but Tim, unfortunately, doesn’t see. Tim is very hurt and cuts off contact with her, which is confusing to her since she doesn’t know that he saw her and Doug together.

As she leaves a movie theater where Tim was supposed to join her and meet Jill, she sees the Giant Mechanical Man again, and takes the opportunity to confess her situation to him. As she continues talking, he reveals himself to be Tim, and they clasp hands as they face each other and smile.

The movie ending with short scenes appear  as the credits rolls, hinting a happy relationship between Janice and Tim.

My thoughts on the Movie :

I quite like the movie. To be honest, I love most of love story movies I have seen so far. Cause the genre just got something on me. But this one has a special place in my heart. I have watch the movie maybe five or even ten times since I got it, and I always mesmerize by the story. Every time.

This movie wasn’t that spectacular  in any way. It is a simple yet charming, kind of movie. I think the movie not just telling us a love story. It also touch the portrait of human life in the modern era of a big city. Big city full with people and chaos but they still feel empty, lonely and cold. Feeling lost, alienated, powerless. Not knowing what to do or what they want in their life. Those feelings that we, ourselves, sometimes or so many times trapped in.

Since the opening roll on, a scene bring out something that more likely happens in a big city. When Janice ask about the train to the nearest person but got no answer as they act busy looking at their watch, seems like they not even heard what she was saying because their headset was on.

Then there’s a scene when Janice talk to The Giant Mechanical Man, telling him “I feel like those people you were talking about. Like I was just born into this life, and I’m supposed to know what I’m doing. Like I supposed to have it all figured out. But, I don’t have it all figured out. I just feel… lost. “ I can’t get over this scene. I feel like this most of the time. When I’m walking in the shopping center or walking home from office, while seating on a cafe enjoying my ice latte alone. Even when I’m out with friends, sometimes this thoughts creeping in my head.

And there’s this one quote from the movies that I loved so much.

“It only takes just one person to make you feel special and valid and like you belong in the world.”

It sounds corny, stupid and all, but also true. Life could be cold, brutal, cramp, lonely, and empty. You may had thousands of friends, but, ninety-nine percent of them might not get you. Even the one close to you, sometimes don’t understand what you going through. When you found a few people or just someone who really gets you, appreciate and love you for who you really are with all your crazy baggage, it actually make sense. At least to me.

This movie is the definition of a sweet movie. I always been a big fan of the typical love story movies, but this one seems more believable to me. Usually the “good guys” are overly good and the “bad guys” seems way too horrible.While this did have a little of that this one is way more realistic. To me, this movie is more likely to be a real-life love story. This is a very sweet movie and the type of date movie that both men and women will enjoy. Overall, this movie is one of the better independent love stories I have seen.

A new blog? Seriously?!

Hi there! Yes, it is my new blog! I know, I’ve been guilty of creating a bunch of blog in the past and not maintain their live long hope that I set while starting them up. It is purely my fault. For some reason, I just couldn’t get myself to post more frequently and end up forgetting the main goal to why I create them in the first place. Which is to learn how to write, be more discipline and improve my English.

For years, I’ve been struggling to write some ideas and stories I want to tell. Even some tips I want to share. They end up popping into thin air and gone. So I create a blog as a way to motivate me to write more. To tackle the fear of writing. With the intention to post regularly once or twice a week sharing ideas or just rumbling about anything. So, with time I’ll be able to write down what’s popping out in my head easier and faster.

This actually works. At least, for the last blog I created. I did write one post or two every month. Even though it’s just me going nuts about my SAD (Social Anxiety Disorder) – yes, I had them – or a poem. But I write them. I did it. Sometimes I also post a few picture that I take, or sketches that I made. I love photography and drawing too, so I thought why not post them on my blog. It will make more colorful content for the blog.

But, the discipline part is just too hard for me to maintain, as I was kind of lazy person. Couldn’t even set myself to post every week as I set to. And also, I was kind of killing every ideas that pop out because of my anxiety. I think too much just to decide if I could write it down. What if no one read them? What if my bad English get people confused? What if I share too much? As sometimes I tend to write about my anxiety, and wondered if someone I know will notice and think that I’m crazy.

Social anxiety or whatever anxiety you have, in Indonesia, it will be simplified as nuts, a.k.a crazy. Because not all of us here fully understand what it means. What social anxiety means. The level. That there’s a different between social anxiety and crazy. Even some people with high level of education, sometimes did not get it. So, when you explained to your best friends or family what it actually is, some of them still think that you are indeed a cray pants. Or in your head, you think they do. And I do not want that in my conscience.

Thus, this keep me from fully engage with my truth that I do really want to get deep in my blog and share them with the world. That one day I write about my travelling experience – first time ever travelling with bunch of strangers – I did post it. I feel so damn good about it! But, just in a few days looking back at that post, I got anxious and end up reading them for so many times. Try to edit them like a crazy pants. And then I shut it down. I delete the post. Even thought I know deep in my heart, that I did not mention any names on it. I do know for sure that not much people would read them – since I only follow a few blog and my followers were only like below fifteen. The heck that I’m afraid of?

Basically, it is kind of disaster, but why the new blog? Why not continue using the same blog and just re-new the spirit? In my defense, it was easier to start a new blog rather than to deal with all the previous post I made. To delete or edit some of them, it’s just doesn’t make sense to me. I think I owe to myself to make a new blank journal so I could start a new learning process without feeling trap in the past. Start over my writing lessons to create better content as I am sharing new stories, ideas or even just my usual ranting.

In this new blog, I am hoping that I could be more productive, to write as many great content as I could. Post them without hesitation, with less fear and more fun every time.

Ciao.