It is a silver lining yet one
cannot deny the cloud is grey. Rarely does a Bollywood actor catch the
attention of India’s intellectual strata for the brain and not the brawn, even
more so a female actor. And when they do, videos go viral on Facebook.
Kangana Ranaut had her claim to
fame with many Bollywood indifferent folks with what they called her rather dignified
and sensible interview on
Front Row a few weeks ago. She spoke with good composure and seemed to
understand the questions enough to give relevant responses said they, doing
their bit in moving the video around social pages. She was applauded beyond
measure, having achieved a feat most actors couldn’t. All she did was make
sense.
We revel in the glitz that Bollywood
showers on us and they, in their ability to do that. When the moon turns blue
once in a while, we come across an Actor who has some substance to show beyond
his/her scenes and dialogues. It turned a shade of blue the day Kangana
was invited onto Front Row.
Evolution is meant to take place
everywhere, including the film industry. With every movie, with every role, the
acting talent is supposed to mature and amplify; enthralling the audience and
making them want more. With talent, the
ability to converse in the reel real world ought to get established as
well… esp. with the media being their constant companion. This is where the
cloud turns grey.
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Most actors today are unable to
hold their ground with the media and the common man. Unlike their predecessors
the exposure actors have to the paparazzi is tremendous; they can either make
or break them. In this struggle for stardom the actors often fall short and the
media gets what it wants; juicy dishy news to fill up newsprint and news slots
the next day.
It probably infuriates and makes
their blood curdle but this love hate relationship is one they cannot do
without. Good or bad, it is what gives them the celebrity status, the absence
of grey matter notwithstanding
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There is a mixed bag of them, some
with degrees that would put yours and mine to shame, others belonging to the “elite”
group of dropouts while many whose destiny shone the day they were born into a filmi clan - All gyrating to remixed
music, overcoming society to win their love and fighting terrorism at the drop
of a hat. And there I suppose lies the
problem.
Cinema has hardly evolved over
the years; it has been frozen in time. There have been times when the ice might
have shown signs of melting only to freeze again. With the genre remaining
unchanged and there being a lack in variety, it is but impractical to expect
the actors to grow.
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In the yesteryears directors were
ready to toe the line and explore literature such that it had an impact on
Indian society, actors experimented with their roles and open mindedness was
commonly accepted. There were your usual run-of-the-mill masala movies but we also had an Ankur and a Saraansh that
molded the very definition of cinematic art. Neecha Nagar won the top honours at Cannes, an achievement yet to
be repeated. The golden age of Indian cinema was said to last from 1945-1960 with
many directors even defining a middle cinema that cut across main stream and
art with movies such as Ek ruka hua
faisla and Rajnigandha.
Unfortunately for us, realism in
Indian cinema and the middle ground that directors arrived at was soon replaced
with commercialization. Fast forward a few decades and we had only masala continuing. The only difference
being the star crossed lovers, rigid parents, wicked step moms and dads had
been joined by across the border terrorists and greedy backstabbing
politicians. Hazaaron Khwaaishein aisi,
Black Friday, Ship of Thesus and the likes do make an appearance once in a
while, usually when the pigs begin to fly.
Pre-Independence movies dealt
more openly with sex and kissing, come 1947, the mindset narrowed down and
anything that remotely indicated towards these topics were considered a taboo
by the censor board. Ironically speaking the negative effect on society was
much less then, than it is today.
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In recent times, Originality has
taken the back seat and remakes have become the order of the day. Movies here
cannot do without the song and dance. Whatever the situation maybe, characters
break onto the dance floors and swing around trees. Melodrama and music are two
wave’s movies ride high on today. Speaking of ironies, they peek in here as
well. While Indian directors spend most of their time scouting around for the
right movie to remake, western film makers take inspiration from Indian musical
movies to make Moulin Rouge, Phantom of the Opera and Mamma Mia. Tit for tat
one would say but inspiration and remakes are hardly synonymies now are they?
In the world of remakes one would
still appreciate if movies such as Black
Swan or As good as it gets made
it to the list, alas we have to make do with Liar Liar more often than we would want. Why don’t they make the
cut anyway? The answer lies with the lower middle and reserved classes- a large
section of the movie going crowd, the one who bring in the moolah, decide the box office outcome and makes the movies makers
and actors very rich and happy.
Masala and Item numbers
are what they want to see, it is what they enjoy, and it is what they pay for. Parallel
cinema seldom sells and is limited to the smaller theatre halls catering to a
much smaller audience. One brings in the money and requires not much talent,
the other demands skills but pays you peanuts, isn’t the popular choice made
obvious? One shoots you to stardom, the other only wins you the Jury awards, and
it isn’t rocket science to guess which path is chosen more often.
Since talent is not in the
reckoning anymore just about anyone who gets a second look makes it to the
league. If you acquire some skills along the way, nirvana would be just round
the corner.
Our reasoning power has long gone
dormant as far as Bollywood is concerned. It pleases the mind when once in a
while we see a Lunchbox come along; at other times we just make peace with what
is put in front of us, letting common sense take a much needed holiday and
allowing our overworks brains to recharge.
And we live, coexisting with a
mundane form of cinema, over spilling with glamour and allure, celebrity antics
and tantrums and page three’s that never run out of juicy bits of gossip and do
not have an ounce of intellect to call their own.
… So when a Kangana Ranaut comes
along and speaks a language we all understand, videos go viral. They deserve to.
The Night Watch by Sarah Waters
