Jul062009

World Cinema

All that we see or have ever seemed is but a dream within a dream.

                                                                                                                         -Edgar Allan Poe

the frog is finally out from the shallow well

A year has past and I opened my dairy to check how many films I have seen. The figure here shows 400 + in numbers, this was the moment when I felt ‘silent happiness’ within me to realize that I have broken my own record, I have seen eighty films more then the last year… Every year during the first week of January I used to present myself a new dairy and dedicate the pages on writing my own reviews on each film I saw… Oh! Those fun days, no money in the pocket and a new film released in the nearest theatre… Well, let me divide my initial forays into film appreciation into two stages, In the first stage there was no pocket money and the only option of watching a film was an absolute dependency on family / friends — but that was rarer than a blue moon…The second  approach was much more industrious and was more real life proof of the saying that ‘necessity is the mother of invention’, love for cinema made me look for my own ways… If I pause to remember then I can make a list of films, which I have seen without spending a single penny… there may be many ways but my way was somewhat unique… I used to wait outside a theatre till the half time, when people used to rush  out of the theatre to catch some snack, tea and cigarettes, as soon as the recess got over I used to slip inside the theatre with the crowd… I knew very well about no checks after interval and taking that advantage I use to manage inside the auditorium then request someone to share his seat… the person use to do that because I was very small and this way I have watched so many films from half time…

Now stage two – I just need two rupees seventy-five paisa for the lower stall and either Mom gives me or steal from her purse which is actually on extreme level otherwise money to buy film tickets has never been a problem, the simple procedure of making money is to charge Mom for doing any kind of household jobs or not returning small balance, which end up savings to a ticket.

Another kind of experience to watch a film in the lower stalls in stinking atmosphere, the person sitting next to me scratching his groin and spitting in front of me through out and sometimes thanks to my lucky stars when the person sitting next to me is drunk and lot of foul language can be learned free of cost. I used to squeeze myself on my seating vicinity and made sure not to disturb my neighbor. Actually if you think about it, they are the same people who eventually decide the fate of a potboiler.

Those were the good old days of yesteryears but today when I look back then I think those were the days which essentially helped me to grow interest in films, my passion for cinema increased and I found my goal in life with a clear focus but only problem was – I never had any guidance. Since I was not a graduate it was pointless to apply for any film institution and hence I decided to learn practically, so I moved to Mumbai and after lot of struggle I got an opportunity to assist in movies.

After a year or so – one fine day my Boss ‘Shivendra Singh Dungarpur’ (now a leading advertisement filmmaker) asked me to attend a film festival in Delhi. On one hand going to Delhi, staying there, food & conveyance was completely out of question, obviously because of money issues but on the other hand I was desperate because I was not exposed to world cinema.

 Looking at my hard work and dedication for eight to nine months since the time I joined him, my Boss decided to send me at his expenses. That day I will never forget when he confirmed it with me, it was indeed a very big opportunity because I was the only one among his five assistant directors whom he took interest – he not only paid for my tickets to Delhi but arranged my stay at his parents bungalow in Hauz Khas, which was just five minutes away from the venue at Sirifort Stadium. My excitement was on its peak because of two reasons – a) Visiting Delhi, and b) Going to attend an International film festival – and both for the first time.

 I was taught why it is imperative to understand the importance to get exposed to world cinema. Film festival actually carries a particular goal:

 

-          Quality films from different corners of the world promote understanding of world cultures, literatures and languages.

-          Viewer becomes aware of the unique aspects of other cultures while being moved by the stories in the films to recognize universal human values and themes of hope and love.

 At the same time open forums are held, pre or post screening of a particular film wherein one gets to meet the director of the film and know their viewpoints accounted with interesting debates amongst the viewers and the filmmakers. When a new filmgoer discovers that there is a bigger world out there by watching a foreign film, then events like International film festivals are worth. World films are a very powerful medium and most efficient way to get a culture immersion experience from the safety of individual viewer’s environment. World cinema also helped me to understand a film on a higher level as compared to what I used to understand otherwise.

 During 10 days at International film festival in Delhi from 10th-20th January 1998, I saw 55 good films which includes —

1. Children of Heaven  Dir- Majid Majidi from Iran

(Also an opportunity to meet the director after the show)

2. King of Masks Dir- Wu Tianming from Hong Kong

3. Paper Airplanes  Dir- Farhad Mehranfar from Iran

4. Wind Echoing in My Being Dir Heon Soo Il from South Korea

5. Marco Polo – The Last Chapter Dir-Rafi Bukaee from Israel

6. To Love Dir- Kei Kumai From Japan

7. Mainly retrospective of Andrzej Wajda

After my first ever encounter there I found about myself – I was a Kupamanduk (frog in a well) and from then I always tried to come out of the swallow well, which I use to think I am the master of the water and lord of the shallow well and took a plunge into the ocean which is vast, which never grew less or increase whether there is drought or floods.

 At the end it was a wonderful occasion when filmmakers and other film related people, viewers from all over the world get together and interact with each other exchanging ideas under one roof. In sort film festivals are meant for wider exposure and helps to find new horizons…                    - this kind of experience is very rare.

Jun012009

A tribute to Georges Remi (Herge)

                           Adventures of Tintin …My Childhood Fantasy

It was during my childhood that my interest towards reading started, when, in fact for the first time I saw Tintin. Vaguely if I try to recollect, it was during 80′s that I was living in Joda a small town in Orrisa, somewhere during that time my parents had subscribed Bengali magazines, amongst these some children’s magazines were included too. Since I wasn’t able to read Bengali, my mother use to read me one story each day, everyday after I returned home from school… I was a big fan of horror and detective stories… then a particular magazine started coming home, very well known as ‘Anandamala’, even today the magazine is immensely popular within Bengali kids all over the country. Those days the magazine started printing ‘The adventures of Tintin’, which was translated in Bengali and was divided into many episodes. Tintin was an instant hit and became so important in my life that I use to wait desperately for the next episode to arrive on next month. Often during our holidays we use to travel to Kolkata by train anThe Adventures of Tintin... castd during one such journey (for the first time) I came across with the real Tintin’s comic magazine, tucked against the transparent glass of A.H. Wheeler bookstall on the platform, it gave me wild goose and I wanted to buy a copy no sooner i saw it but my Papa used to put conditions for every small thing I ever wanted for my entertainment, especially during my childhood. Therefore one had to work very hard to fulfill them but in my case I gave up many desires for one simple reason – I don’t want to work hard and easily given up. 

Thanks to Tintin… for the first time in my life I learnt the meaning of determination, conviction and belief and understood the term ‘fight’ to achieve…  Since there was no proper book shops in Joda I had to wait for the next holiday and finally after waiting for few months I got my first copy.tintinbrokenear1


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The ‘broken ear’ which had cost my father just rupees twenty four only… henceforth started my journey with Tintin. By the time I was in class 10 I had a shelf that acquired the entire collection of Tintin comics :

 1. Tintin in the Land of the Soviets (19291930)

2. Tintin in the Congo (19301931)

3. Tintin in America (19311932)

4. Cigars of the Pharaoh (19321934)

5. The Blue Lotus (19341935)

6. The Broken Ear (19351937)

7. The Black Island (19371938)

8. King Ottokar’s Sceptre (19381939)

9. The Crab with the Golden Claws (19401941)

10. The Shooting Star (19411942)

11. The Secret of the Unicorn (19421943)

12. Red Rackham’s Treasure (19431944)

13. The Seven Crystal Balls (19431948)

14. Prisoners of the Sun (19461949)

15. Land of Black Gold (19481950)

16. Destination Moon (19501953)

17. Explorers on the Moon (19501954)

18. The Calculus Affair (19541956)

 

19. The Red Sea Sharks (1958)

20. Tintin in Tibet (1960)

21. The Castafiore Emerald (1963)

22. Flight 714 (1968)

23. Tintin and the Picaros (1976)

When I look back today, it has been a long journey that then Tintin had actually set a foundation in my life and augmented my strength of mind.

 In the film Apocalypto (2006)

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Directed by Mel Gibson, there is a particular sequence where the main characters are tied on a wooden platform for an ancient rights of sacrifice by burning them alive - seconds before the performance, solar eclipse occurs and the main protagonist not only saves himself tactfully but also worshipped by his capturers.

The same sequence I have seen in a Hindi potboiler Love Love Love (1989)…

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…where the main protagonist is Aamir Khan…

The sequences in the above mentioned films are actually got inspired directly from ‘The Prisoners of the Sun’


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May232009

Move on

      Feel free to MOVE ON in life…

“ … And listen carefully, when you don’t need the other, you can love. And that love will not bring misery.”

Rachal a metro height young woman on her mid twenties is living with her boy friend in a small but cozy apartment… but miseries pour in Rachal’s life predominantly due to her boy friend’s change in attitude… self importance is submerged in her personal life… Rachel’s as a homemaker her vibrant and irrepressible live in nature is in the verge of setting Sun… days are long and nights are sleepless… it is not due to an aggressive or abusive nature of her boyfriend but because of his long anonymous absence now and then… and when he is at his physical presence at home, Rachal’s almost feel the same as if living in complete segregation… those was the days soon after she was proposed by him…they started living together… their equanimity and grace toward each others’ feeling was abundance, and at times the wide-eyed optimism of hope… her inert feeling during the first rainfall was like snowfall as a tiny miracle of beauty, and the roar of waves slamming the walls of Marine Drive creates the excitement of new beginnings… soon optimism turns to isolation as she has started inheriting struggles beneath the weight of unspoken words, her collective frustration becomes palpable… life starts heading ineffectual and Rachal who bears the brunt of Sidhart’s repressed ignorance.

Trapped in her own world, now she cannot comprehend and unable to please her boyfriend.

Eventually, Rachal comprehends all the surreal episodes in her life and decides to ‘Move On’… sacrifice her love… she wants to fly free and let him go…

 She is sad she is lonely in the huge city. Her culmination will be to go back to her past rejoices, she needs to rejuvenate herself… Time is the best healer…

…and she finds her solace keeping herself busy in many activities…  

Cheers!