How good was Stanley Kubrick?

The question doesn’t need any answering. He was fabulous, and miles different from and ahead of others. Some, including this review , might consider him second best to Spielberg or Hitchcock, but he is, to me, right at the top.

His last movie, Eyes Wide Shut, was my first of his. I had Computer Networks exam the next day. In the midnight, I just started the movie for a pre-sleep browsing kind of thing. How the next two hours passed, I don’t know. People considered it his worst, but if that is the worst, how good his best was, I wondered. Never mind my lost sleep, my exam too was a scorcher.

Then came, The Shining, A Clockwork Orange, Dr Strangelove and Full Metal Jacket. I was again watching Full Metal Jacket a few days back. This movie didn’t get the accolades it deserved, but of the movies I have seen, none has brought the hidden drama of war as glaringly as this one. Two stories, the first half of the regimental soldiers training life, and the second one of the actual war. There is a pun of futility about war and its hardships through every single shot of the movie. Somehow he managed it. I don’t know how, and I will wonder always.

He is no more, but certainly his charisma remains. I don’t know how I felt like writing about him today, but just that remembrance of excellence brought his name forward. Hope people learn from him, how to be delivering, rather than be showing. Is Tarantino listening?

Shahrukh's detention - whom are we fooling?

Believe me! It’s not about Shahrukh. It is about you and me.

Most of the times we give in to the dictates in the name of practicality, without giving a thought to its rhyme or reason. If Shahrukh let an outburst, it was because it happened to him. And I am writing it here, because it also happened to me.

Last year when I was traveling to India, I overheard two gentlemen talking behind my seat in the Inter-Airport Transfer Bus. They were complaining about the over-frisking done to them and their documents and baggage on account of their being Muslims. I felt sorry, but was also indifferent. More so when one of the guys admitted that somewhere the fault lay with the community also for fomenting these problems in the first place. If they are clean, most probably, it will cause just inconvenience but not injustice to them. Quite right, I nodded. Security comes paramount.

I don’t know how life comes full circle in this world. I am subject to the same kind of counter-feeling each time I travel to US. My dossier gets an automatic red-mark, on account of my passport being an Indian, read South Asian, one. At each security point, I am asked to step aside from the queue, and undergo an extra and grilling security-check. Each time, I feel devastated, and lament the fact that despite all my education and good beliefs, I am not above petty suspicion and that too just because of my colour and region. If the check is random, it is perfectly acceptable, but if it happens 9 out of 10 times and also to your friends, you can’t buy this logic of random search. Nevertheless I gather myself up, and let go the feelings smoothen in the name of the current realities of life. The security officers, bounden by duty, are merely doing their job. Period. So, I didn’t complain even if they put me to Second Immigration Check, ala Shahrukh’s, last week on my current trip.

Shahrukh has come out though, because he is a celebrity. I totally agree with the concept of treating celebrities and common people alike. But, here the point is different. If the same Immigration Officer is treated like that in some another country, say ABC, because some fellow Americans blew up ABC’s dome, I am sure, he would be peeved. He would be angered, despite knowing that it is legal and right in every aspect.

We all feel that, because we all know that in the long run, it is not right. This extra security might create a cocoon, but each such act, creates thousands of anti-American thoughts throughout the world. I am in total awe of USA, as no country can boast of such grand achievements based on the ideals of liberty and democracy. But what about the blinkered view in pursuing those objectives?

The above debate doesn’t lead my anywhere, except re-highlighting the universally known fact of ubiquitous prejudiced and racial profiling. So, the only request to everyone-Shahrukh, me, Immigration Officer, Muslim, American, Indian, ABCian- try switching the place for one day or even one such moment, you will get the gist of everything. You will see the world is not what you see, but what you feel.

Books -> Movies

It felt really good to read a news like this. A book, penned by an Indian author, being made into a movie. It is not the first of a kind, but does show a greater progress in the adaptation of a book into a movie.

However enchanted I am by Bollywood, I can’t condone its irreverent plagiarism. Not that it only copies movies from other film industries, but it also pilfers some original book scripts. To avoid paying royalties, the movie-makers take the stories without even crediting the authors. The point thus is not only about money, but also about a serious lack of encouragement for the writers to come up with good movie-adaptable scripts. For Indian cinema, the biggest challenge is the dearth of concomitant and inventive stories, and there is no other way than to start forming a bond with the writers to purvey it a good supply of stories.

Subhash Ghai has said that he is willing to pay even 1 crore rupees to the person who gives him a really good script. A welcome change. In fact, I am looking forward to the day when a film-making company will strike a deal with a coterie of writers, ala the ADAG group’s with Spielberg. Believe me, many more ‘Slumdog Millionare’s can then be raised based on the ‘Q&A’s.

Why I don't like Western Music?

There are two things that I have been doing in my endeavor to widen my global understanding: eating different cuisines and listening to foreign music. While the former is a very recent activity and should pick up in future, the latter has been absolute disaster. Not that I don’t listen to it. In fact, I was picked on it very early, with its catchy music and foot-tapping rhythm. But as I found out later, that was it which it had to offer to me. I couldn’t move myself to explore the other unobtrusive ones, and whenever I tried, as done recently too, I could not attach myself to it. I couldn’t enjoy it; that sums it all. I feel so alienated, even though I know everything is not meant for everyone. But as my desperation grows, I have been able to identify a few things.

First, I don’t like the preponderance of music over the songs. For me, the delivery of songs is more vital than the media on which it is being delivered. Here the music is so dominant that singing is just an adjunct and perfunctory job. The sweetness of songs is hard to find. Everywhere there is boom boom music blaring out. Sorry for exaggeration, but what else will you call all the clutter of guitar, violin, cembalo etc. And I haven’t mentioned the lyrics yet which is the soul of a song.

Second, now the songs are inextricably related to their videos. Nothing could be more propping for songs, as the visuals lend a real touch to the songs. But what I find is a carnal touch. All the songs videos now are show strips for those famous singers. I am very sexually-liberated and open-minded (at least I think so), but to watch Britney or Kylie gyrating in knickers on a supposedly sweet love-song is revolting. If I have to watch sensuality, I know what to watch and where to go. But hello, songs are different. Why every female singer has to be in half clothes, and every male one with a flattened torso crooning and imaging his half-naked love? Nicole Scherzinger has such a good voice, but she makes it secondary by concentrating on how much skin she is showing. I mean, every singer has to be good-looking first, exposing second, and if he/she sings well, then acceptance is granted. It is really unpalatable for me.

Third reason, which is more eccentric but also correct is that the songs lyrics are not always obvious to me. English is now the back of my palm, but I still can’t understand some accents totally in the songs. Naturally my enthusiasm dies down then. Also I have tried listening to Arabic and Greek music which is great. But for lack of understanding, I can’t hold on for much. I am seriously trying on this front though.

There can be many more reasons, but the real point is to highlight my aversion, and my (may be) short-sightedness. I know I haven’t been helped by my intrinsic disassociation with its cultural background. I also don’t score highly on this kind of music’s knowledge front too. But somehow this is just not coming. I need some serious mentoring. Phew!!! But I will keep trying.

Michael Jackson - a miss in the hit

None so greater than Michael! We will miss you…

I am not going to cry, or even show some sign of moroseness. Michael Jackson was just another brilliant singer for me. In fact, the first one, I came to know of those Western eccentric singers. I am not yet into Western music, and probably never will (God forbid), but if ever there could be some music which I would like to listen to, it has to be MJ’s only. ‘Thriller’, ‘Beat It’, ‘Dangerous’ – these are so profound and catchy, that you forget for a moment everything else. Very few other songs, even if countable, have such attraction for me. No doubt, he was a genius.

But what makes his untimely death even more poignant is that he just failed that genius. I was looking at a younger Michael, barely in his teens, performing with such grace and gravitas that you needn’t look elsewhere to find an inspirational quote in life. He was a felicitous product of time – black, brave and bewitched with music. What else could have he wanted, more so, when he also achieved a copious amount of world fame and money?

That is beyond my ken of world-psychology. And even harder to believe, it afflicts all the famous people of the litany. Britney, Lindsay etc etc. Somehow I feel a commoner’s life is better-off as there is always something to achieve. Michael, probably later on in his life, lost that zeal and love - so vividly exhibited in that dreaming child. Surprisingly not narcissistic, he started loathing himself. Colour change, paedophilia, idiosyncratic behaviors – what else can you say?

The judgement is always irrelevant and inappropriate when done on other’s life. But his life, unfortunately, was related to many. That beholden-to-music child just became another singer, and not in any case role-model for many, including me. Probably he was not meant to be, for he could not find peace even with himself. Fault lies with others who looked up to his genius.

I will miss you MJ, but always with a sorry, for you, others and me.

Angels and Demons! Phew

Why does it happen this way? Full of expectance but distressed in the end. I think I was not expectant, but apprehensive. I knew the movie would be a disappointer, ala Da Vinci Code. But at the end of it, I developed sympathy more than anything else.

I think it is very very difficult to bring out the storyline of a successful novel in the same ethos on the screen. Whichever has managed to do so has done on a non-complex or a graphic story. Angels and Demons is too convoluted a story to narrate in a small timespan. For instance, when Robert Langdon discovers the four pillars/places of Illuminati hideouts, there is no excitement or riddle to savour or extricate. He is too sudden and omniscient to find out everything. We viewers are dragged, rather than involved. Compare this with the canvas of a novel. There is this whole aura of Roman churches set up in our mind, and Bernini, Raphael etc pervade our senses. I had such an incomparable time reading Da Vinci Code and Angels & Demons. The movies hardly rose to simulate even a moment of that.

The critical pan the movie has received is just, but neglects this deserved sympathy. I don’t know how else the movie could have been made. And spare a thought for Hanks! No, actually he would have made a lot more money with these two movies than with any of his earlier ones. But he has certainly let that superior cinematic sense associated with him drift away a bit. In the late 80’s and 90’s, he was a regular on Best Actor Oscar Nominations (5 in total), but now he is a distant consideration. Hanks, these meaty roles are for more commonplace heroes. We love a Capt John H Miller, Chuck Norland, or Sam Bawdin, more than a harrowing Robert Langdon.

Sarfarosh's ACP

Flashback 10 years.

I along with my friends was waiting expectedly outside the cinema hall for our 9 pm show to commence. The movie had already been a talking point. I as an aping Aamir Khan fan was drooling with the prospect of watching another classic. Finally, the moment arrived and silver screen lit.

A svelte, even if not lean, Aamir Khan as Assistant Commissioner of Police, Ajay Singh Rathore. Unpalatable ... The movie was so tightly integrated and so riveting that this thing became irrelevant in the end. But somewhere it kept on ringing. Not that he was bad, but on first instance, he did look incongruous.

In fact, even his leading lady (Sonali Bendre) in the movie was surprised, when he told her that he was an ACP. She had nonchalantly said, “Agar tum ACP ho to, main Patiala ki rani” (If you are an ACP, then I am the queen of Patiala).

Anyway, this didn’t stop the movie becoming a superhit and classic in its own. And I was indeed bragging about it after the show was over.

On this weekend, I watched it again. Ah! again the brilliance of the movie was brought forth. But again his unfitness too was scratched. I wondered about the efficacy of physique then.

If he had worked out a six-pack like Ghajini’s then, the cast would have looked more real and forever.

He has wished to act in a sequel of Sarfarosh and Andaaz Apna Apna. If the former does come out, I am sure he will don a totally Herculean look this time around. ACP Rathore will be immortal then.