Directed by an old-time erotica auteur, Tiren has got absolutely nothin to do with whatever that is goin on in the poster and drags you through 90 minutes of nothin for a plot, while showcasin lots of sexy underwear and pocong. There are probably twenty reasons not to watch it but there are only two to; one is for the ridiculous pervo jokes cracked by some comedians in a few disjointed sketches (which are, admittedly, quite funny) and two is for the dangdut sensation that is Dewi Perssik (pic), an Indonesian testament to the saleable commodity that is sex.
Bad news on the doorstep:
If you really do enjoy watching her coveted lady lumps (a particularly crude opening involves peein behind a grave to tease a man), then slap yourself twice and send yourself to the nearest cinema -but do so for that reason and that reason alone. The purported mystery surroundin dead girl Ranti (Dewi Perssik), her ex Leo (Renee The) and his new girl Maya (Deriell Jacqueline) is simply hocus-pocus lazy storytellin based on a lot of suggested sex and half-hearted mysticism. Tiren is a new low - one of the most frustratin movies to have come out from Indonesia for a while now, outdoin other decidedly rubbish productions that one can somehow find a heart not to hate.
Amacam joker, berapa bintang lu mau kasi?
It remains that Rudi Soedjarwo and Monti Tiwa are the only two notable arts men who know how to combine silly comedy and even sillier horror for good entertainment. Director Emil G. Hampp was here busy sexperimentin with matching bras and panties for his big-bosomed stars, while completely forgettin the basic aspects of decent moviemakin. Tiren is grossly inadequate, just like Deriell Jacqueline's nightie.