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Moments in
Indonesian Film History
Film and Popular Culture in a
Developing Society 1950–2020
David Hanan
Moments in Indonesian Film History
David Hanan
Moments
in Indonesian Film
History
Film and Popular Culture in a Developing Society
1950–2020
David Hanan
Denpasar, Indonesia
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Stadium at Senayan in Jakarta, 23 June 1990. Photo courtesy of Setiawan Djody.
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Acknowledgements
vii
viii ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Paris; and from the French documentary filmmaker, Hubert Niogret, who
summoned me to participate in his documentary on Indonesian cinema
in 2014.
In the Australian context, Bruce Hodsdon of the Film Studies Collec-
tion at the National Library of Australia was indispensable in facilitating
the acquisition of Indonesian films for use in Australia, as were Adrian
Turner and others in Acquisitions at the Matheson Library at Monash
University. Philip Kitley and Jennifer Lindsey (cultural attachés at the
Australian Embassy in Jakarta), Ray Edmondson of the National Film and
Sound Archive of Australia, Carolyn Vaughan of the Australian Film Tele-
vision and Radio School, and Jenny Sabine, Dean of Film and Television
at the Victorian College of the Arts, were also supportive in many of the
cultural relations projects.
At Monash University, where I was teaching a large programme in
Film Studies, the person who first encouraged my interest in Indonesia
was the pioneering scholar of early post-independence Indonesia, Herb
Feith. It was Herb’s student, Krishna Sen, who provided my first oppor-
tunity to visit Indonesia, and Krishna and I worked cooperatively on a
number of cultural and educational projects with numerous Indonesians
and Indonesian organizations in the early years of my research. Most
importantly, I have had sustained and perspicacious advice from my initial
Indonesian language teacher, and colleague at Monash University over
many years, Basoeki Koesasi, who has also assisted me on numerous occa-
sions in my translations of subtitles for Indonesian films. The Centre of
Southeast Asian Studies at Monash University, with its weekly seminars—
and with its galaxy of distinguished teachers and scholars of Indonesia
and Southeast Asia, and numerous talented graduate students—provided
a sustainedly stimulating collegial environment in which to continue
research when not in Indonesia. In the 2000s the Monash Asia Insti-
tute (MAI), under the directorship of Professor Marika Vicziany, provided
a framework for the distribution of Indonesian films on DVD interna-
tionally, via ‘Between Three Worlds DVD’ located in the Monash Asia
Institute Press. Thanks are due to Marika and to my very professional
colleagues at the MAI, especially Emma Hegarty and Dr Tikky Watte-
napenpaiboon, who provided a supportive administrative infrastructure
for this distribution work.
In Film and Screen Studies at Monash in recent years my work has been
supported by Therese Davis and Adrian Martin in their capacity as heads
of section, and by Julia Vassilieva, who gave advice on chapters at late draft
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS xi
stage. Others giving valuable advice about chapters were the anthropolo-
gist Michael Stevenson, Ariella Williams, and Chris Worth from English.
Over the years colleagues in Film Studies and Visual Arts at Monash who
have engaged with my research and my Indonesian projects have included
Deb Verhoeven, Freda Freiburg, Annette Blonski, Conrad Hamann, and
(the late) Leonie Naughton. Special thanks are due to the Dean of Arts
in my last five years at Monash, Professor Rae Frances, for her continuing
support for my work.
I am grateful for the encouragement and interest of Bill Routt and
John Davies at Latrobe University, particularly in the early stages of my
work, and Wimal Dissanayake, at that time of the East-West Center at the
University of Hawai’i; and for the interest shown later by Ben Arps and
Klarijn Loven of Leiden University, Ian Aitken of the Hong Kong Baptist
University, Ariel Heryanto at the Australian National University and Budi
Irawanto of Gadjah Mada University in Jogjakarta.
My interest in issues of cultural specificity, especially in Asian cinema
and in Third World Cinema, was stimulated initially by seminars
(including seminars by Noel Burch) at the Film Unit at the Slade School
of Fine Art at University College London, under the direction of James
Leahy. I owe a debt of thanks to the Board of the Melbourne Interna-
tional Film Festival from 1985 to 1991, and particularly the director of
the Festival from 1988 to 1996, Tait Brady, who supported the innovative
programme of films and guests from Indonesia. In Bali I was introduced
to Balinese culture by my friend I Ketut Sunarta. A variety of Australian
filmmakers have collaborated with me in my Indonesian projects, espe-
cially Graeme Isaac, John Darling and Curtis Levy, each with their own
special interest in Indonesia.
Thanks are due, also, to all those at Palgrave Macmillan, whether in
the editorial team or those involved in the production process, for their
constant support for this book in all matters of importance.
In completing this second book, I have been able to obtain for its front
cover a fine image of the June 1990 ‘Kantata Takwa’ anti-Suharto-regime
protest concert. The concert, and particularly the film made about it—
filmed and partly edited in 1990, but, for political and related financial
reasons, only able to be completed and released in 2008—are discussed
towards the end of Chapter 4 of this book. Here I wish to thank a number
of people: Setiawan Djody for giving permission for us to publish this
photo, and also those involved in seeking out and preserving this image
xii ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
over the years, in particular Agam Sunandar, and those supporting his
efforts, Sawung Jabo and Suzan Piper.
I wish above all to thank my family, particularly my brother, John
Hanan, for his hospitality to our Indonesian guests and interest in their
films, as well as shared intellectual pursuits over many years, and especially
my wife, Lita, and daughter, Maya, who have provided a sustained joyful
environment in which to live and work.
Contents
1 Introduction 1
2 Filming the ‘Struggle for the Nation’, and Its
Aftermath: Early Films of Usmar Ismail and the Perfini
Company 1950–1954 11
3 A Tradition of Political Allegory and Political Satire
in Indonesian Cinema 1955–2002 63
4 Approaches to Islam in the Indonesian Cinema
1970s–1990s 109
5 Songs and Films of the Betawi Comedian, Benyamin S,
in the 1970s: A Popular Culture of the Poor 165
6 Third World Experimental Narrative in Indonesian
Film: Travelling the Centre–Periphery Axis 1979–1985 217
7 New Perspectives, Challenges and Questions
from Filmmakers in the Post-Suharto Reformasi Era
1998–2020 265
Glossary 331
Index 335
xiii
List of Figures
xv
xvi LIST OF FIGURES
Fig. 3.3 In this scene from Matt Dower (1969), the naïve
protagonist, Matt Dower, finds himself in the bedroom
of the missing leader, Sambar Geledek, mistaken
for the leader by the leader’s wife, due to their similarity
of appearance (both are played by the same actor).
A portrait of the charismatic Sambar Geledek (Lightning
Flash) is on the wall behind the couple. Numerous
portraits of Sambar Geledek (Sukarno) are to be found
throughout the palace, and in one scene courtiers are
encouraged to pelt one of the portraits with stones
(Courtesy of Sinematek Indonesia) 82
Fig. 3.4 Poster for Slamet Rahardjo’s Langitku Rumahku (‘My
Sky, My Home’, 1990), a gentle and thought-provoking
film suitable for both children and adults, commenting
on poverty and homelessness in Indonesia. The poster
shows the two boys who become friends—Andri,
from a wealthy family, and Gempol, from a shanty
town. The film was withdrawn from cinemas,
by the government-authorized distribution agency,
PT Perfin, after only one day of screenings (Courtesy
of Slamet Rahardjo) 88
Fig. 3.5 In Garin Nugroho’s Bird-Man Tale (2002),
Berthold—a teacher of West Papuan traditions
and supporter of West Papuan politician turned
independence activist, Theys Eluay—is seen here hiding
out after the arrest of Eluay. Berthold surveys the West
Papuan capital, Jayapura, and its bay, from an overlooking
hill, dressed in the costume of a cassowary bird. Bird-Man
Tale was originally shot on video—to provide flexibility,
as well as to reduce costs—during the filming period
(restricted to two weeks) in this sensitive province
(Courtesy of Garin Nugroho) 100
Fig. 4.1 In Sunan Kalijaga (Sofyan Sharna, 1984), the young
Kalijaga, after undergoing what might be described
in Jungian terms as an ‘archetype of rebirth’—where,
in an uncanny, dreamlike event he enters a waterfilled
cave—now meditates on the bank of the nearby river. In
the film, this meditation will continue for some years,
without him moving from this place (Courtesy Sinematek
Indonesia) 116
xviii LIST OF FIGURES
Fig. 4.2 Expressive poster for Sunan Kalijaga dan Siti Jenar
(Sofyan Sharna, 1985), which dramatizes the relationship
between the ‘reforming’ Sunni spiritual leader, Sunan
Kalijaga (left), and his antagonist, the Sufi mystic, Siti
Jenar, a complex and ambiguous relationship explored
in greater depth in the film Sembilan Wali (‘The Nine
Wali’, Djun Saptohadi, 1985) (Courtesy of Sinematek
Indonesia) 119
Fig. 4.3 This image from Atheis (Sjuman Djaya, 1974), using
a travelling shot along a tunnel, imagines the first phase
of the meditative journey experienced by the film’s
Muslim central character, Hasan, as he attempts
to pray. His prayer takes the form of a three-stage
transforming Sufi meditation, which ultimately
results—in the imagery—in the creation of a pearl
(Courtesy Sinematek Indonesia) 134
Fig. 4.4 Early in Atheis, with news of the invasion of Holland
by the German army in May 1940, Indonesian Marxist,
anti-colonial activist, and confirmed atheist, Rusli (right),
emerges from underground, here addressing sympathetic
anti-colonial supporters, including Muslims, at a secret
meeting in Bandung (Courtesy Sinematek Indonesia) 139
Fig. 4.5 In Atheis (1974), two friends from childhood, Muslim,
Hasan (screen right), and Marxist, Rusli (left), dining
together with Rusli’s ward, Kartini, are joined by anarchist
painter, Anwar. At this meal Anwar smokes an opium-based
cigarette, declaring in Hasan’s presence that ‘the cigarette
is “God”, for Marx had once stated that “religion is
the opium of the people”’ (Courtesy Sinematek Indonesia) 141
Fig. 4.6 Rhoma Irama (left, with white stole over his Indonesian
batik shirt) commences singing in Nada dan Dakwah
(‘A Song and a Sermon’, 1991), as he is greeted by teenage
students, all dressed in white, at the pesantren (religious
boarding-school) Al Hamidiyah, at Depok in South
Jakarta. The students will begin singing in response,
and male students will perform a group dance. In the right
foreground is the charismatic Jakarta-based preacher,
Zainuddin MZ (Courtesy of Sinematek Indonesia) 153
LIST OF FIGURES xix
Introduction
That’s just the way it strikes me, and somehow it seems to make for
peace, though I couldn’t say why.’
If Jan had probed and analysed the serenity of spirit which he
strove to define, he might have discovered that it arose simply from a
sense that he was doing his duty; but he never quite arrived at that
conclusion. What he did conclude—and found humorously puzzling
—was that the place into which he had dropped was the right place
for him, that he must always have been meant to be a soldier, not a
poet nor an imaginative writer nor any of the fine things that he
would have liked to be, but just a private in an infantry regiment.
Well, even so, ambition need not be banished, and his chance of
earning what Miss Mildred had said would make her proud might
come any day.
He did, as the weeks slipped on, obtain sundry occasions of
proving himself a capable fighter; but the affairs in which he was
concerned were not important enough for public record. Save for
these sporadic attacks upon the enemy, which for the most part
resulted only in the loss of a considerable number of lives, there was
no break in the regular routine of so many days in the trenches,
followed by a period of rest in billets, whence he despatched his
letters, writing them invariably with the pencil which was his most
treasured possession.
It was on a cold, frosty night in spring that two staff officers,
passing along his trench, halted beside him, and one of them called
out:
‘Hullo!—hanged if it isn’t John Issel! Well, Jan, ’tis a wisht poor job
sodgerin’, sure enough. Bain’t it now?’
Jan, standing at the salute, had a broad smile for the handsome
young fellow who accosted him in the dialect of which he had lately
been endeavouring to rid himself. He did not know much of Captain
Haseldine, but he was proud and pleased to be recognised, and he
made reply that he had nothing to complain about. Campaigning, he
added, was teaching him a lot of new things.
‘Oh, it’s doing that for most of us,’ Frank Haseldine observed,
laughing. ‘Even for some of our Generals.’
He went on talking for a few minutes about home affairs,
remarking in an explanatory parenthesis to his companion, ‘Issel
comes from our parish.’ Then he said to Jan ‘You’ll see Captain
Bernard again one of these days, I hope, if we all pull through.
Captain Bernard is engaged to be married to my sister Mildred.’
It was a little like being hit by a bullet—a sudden thump which
made your heart stand still, yet left you erect and with an instant
feeling that your first duty was to show no sign of distress. Jan
showed none, and presently the two officers moved on, leaving him
free to think what he would beneath his friends the blinking stars.
These gave him such comfort as they had it in their power to bestow.
They said it did not matter, because nothing really matters, and to
that view in the abstract he could assent. But to affirm that so long as
his little life might last it would not matter that somebody—he had
scarcely looked at the man—was going to marry his goddess was
quite vain. If the stars had asked whether he had ever imagined that
he himself could marry Miss Mildred, he would naturally have
answered ‘Of course not’; yet, however ridiculous and insane it might
be, the truth was that he could not bear the idea of her belonging to
anybody else. So what it came to, and what it had doubtless been
bound to come to from the outset, was that he could not bear
conditions which were altogether right, reasonable and inevitable.
Jan Issel was not the first to find himself in that forlorn plight. In
extreme cases it has been known to lead to suicide; in the vast
majority it entails submission, more or less facile, to the decrees of
destiny; for Jan it translated itself into a very fervent and genuine
hope that the Germans might wipe him out. He saw now—it may
have been illogical, but that made no difference to the fact—that his
visions had been utterly childish, that he, an uneducated yokel, had
no future and could have none, that it would be far better for him to
end out there in Flanders than to be confronted some day with the
dire prospect of a return to tilling the Devon fields and herding the
Devon cattle.
This mood, it is true, did not endure; for he became hazily
conscious that there was something contemptible in it and that a
young, strong man has no business to wish himself extinguished.
Nevertheless, he had more difficulty than usual in composing his
next letter to Mildred, in which he made no allusion to her
engagement, thinking that it would be bad manners to do so, since
she had not mentioned it to him. At the end he remarked:
‘We lose men most days, and maybe my turn will come. It is good
to be alive, because the world is beautiful and wonderful and
because of some of the people in it; but I don’t think there can be
many so happy that they should mind dying, for I can’t believe but
what death means rest.’
With such persuasions he was well prepared to face what was in
store for him when at length his battalion was told off to join in an
engagement on a large scale. They knew very little about it beyond
the fact that the British forces, after a rather prolonged spell of
inaction, were about to resume the offensive and that their own
special job would be to take a position facing them which was said to
have been mined. That it had been mined with success was
evidenced towards evening by a series of terrific explosions which
seemed simply to annihilate the enemy’s defensive works; but the
infantry were held back until a deluge of shell had been poured into
the ruins. Then Jan and his comrades got the order to go, and away
they went through the twilight smoke and dust, meeting with no
opposition from the apparently broken foe. The distance that
separated them from the first line of hostile trenches was traversed
in no time, and that first line, or what remained of it, was occupied
with ease; but in the communication trenches the Germans made a
stand which resulted in hand-to-hand fighting of a really desperate
nature. Of what was taking place amidst that tumult and welter and
in the falling dusk Jan had only a confused notion; he supposed he
must be performing his share of the task all right, because
somebody sang out, ‘Well done, Issel!’ He was aware of being
wounded, for the warm blood was trickling down his leg and soaking
through his putties; but he felt neither pain nor weakness. Finally
there came an abrupt lull. The bearded, grey-coated Germans had
vanished, and he realised that the next line of trenches had been
carried. He realised also, for the second time in his life, that he was
quite happy. When he fell in, forming up with the remnants of his
shattered battalion, he heard himself laughing aloud in sheer glee—
he was as happy as that!
Was it a victory? It seemed so; yet a sudden and violent fusillade,
opening upon them from their left, caused him to glance
interrogatively at his neighbour. The man answered his unspoken
query with a muttered ‘Enfiladed, by God!’ and immediately
afterwards fell forward, groaning and swearing. But no groan came
from Jan Issel, whom a bullet struck full in the heart; so that he
dropped and never stirred again—only one amongst thousands who
were delivered that night from the complications and bewilderments
of a sick world.
To fall fighting for England in the full tide of life, to fall, shot through
the heart, without a pang and in a moment of supreme exaltation is
to finish gloriously, enviably. We all know this and we all say it,
though some of us perhaps may feel that our own hearts are none
the less broken for that. However, it was not to be expected that
Mildred Haseldine should be broken-hearted when the news came to
Culme House. She was much distressed; still she could not but
recognise that there were compensating circumstances, and she
went over at once to Bratton Farm to impart some of these to the
poor lad’s parents. If her condolences were not received in quite as
grateful a spirit as they might have been, she could and did make
allowances for the grief-stricken farmer and his wife. Old Issel
scarcely listened to what she was saying, and cut her short by calling
out in a loud, harsh voice:
‘What did ’a want to go and get hisself killed vur? Darn they foul
Germans! Yes, Miss, I don’t doubt but you’m sorry, but it bain’t your
sorrow as’ll bring my boy back.’
With that he stumped out of the kitchen, leaving Mildred to do what
she could with Mrs. Issel, which was an even more difficult matter.
For Mrs. Issel, dry-eyed and despairing, had some rather unkind and
irrational things to say. When, for instance, she was gently told that
her visitor had strong personal reasons for sympathising with all to
whom the war was bringing anxiety or loss, it was not very generous
to rejoin that the young lady need not fret. ‘They staff officers don’t
niver take no hurt, so I’ve heerd tell.’ But what was really too unjust
to be endured without protest was the assertion that it was Miss
Mildred more than anybody who had driven Jan away to distant
battlefields by ‘putting a passel of foolish notions into his head.’ In
self-defence, Mildred had to remind the old woman that, so far from
having encouraged Jan to enlist, she had tried, by providing him with
other interests, to deter him from so doing. As for his actual
enlistment, she had only heard of it after it had become an
accomplished fact. This being undeniably true, Mrs. Issel made no
reply and remained silent while it was represented to her that we can
never be sure whether an early death is a misfortune or not. No
living being can hope to escape sorrow and suffering, and Mildred,
for her part, did not think that poor Jan’s temperament was of the
kind that tends towards happiness.
Probably that also was true. It would hardly have made Jan happy
to discover—as he might have done—that he had mistaken an
entirely commonplace young woman for a divinity nor to realise—as
he must have done—that he was too heavily weighted in life’s
handicap to emerge from the ruck where he was so ill at ease. Judith
Combe, while brushing her mistress’s hair that evening, said of him
with unexpected sagacity that maybe Providence had ‘served him
kind’ by taking him out of this world, seeing that he would always
have been set upon what was beyond his reach.
Judith herself was so set upon obtaining something for which she
was more than a little afraid to ask that she decided to take the risk
of making her desire known. Could Miss Mildred spare one of Jan’s
letters? He had not written to her at all, and she would like very
much, if she might, to have a page or two from his own hand.
‘Because we was in a manner friends, you see, Miss.’
Mildred looked inquiringly at her sedate handmaid and smiled. ‘I
am not sure that it would be quite fair to the poor boy,’ she
answered. ‘He says some things which many people would think
rather comic, and perhaps I oughtn’t.... However, you wouldn’t
understand. Oh, well, yes, Judith—take them all, if you care to have
them. I think I can find the whole collection.’
So the whole collection became the property of Judith, who spent
many an hour over it and stained some of its leaves with her tears. It
is by no means certain that she did not understand Jan’s flights of
fancy and diction. It may even have constituted one of the
unnumbered ironies of human experience that Jan himself should
have been more nearly understood by the illiterate Judith than by
Mildred Haseldine or by anybody else.
W. E. Norris.
THE NEW ‘UBIQUE’: A BATTLE.
by jeffery e. jeffery.
By the ears and the eyes and the brain,
By the limbs and the hands and the wings,
We are slaves to our masters the guns,
But their slaves are the masters of kings!
Gilbert Frankau.
FOOTNOTES
[2] Battery Commander.
[3] This jar was afterwards found to contain lime-juice!