2013 was a very special year for cinema. Why? Bollywood
completed 100 years. When I was TMOD, I had
prepared a long, elaborate presentation highlighting the beauty of cinema.
However, now is the time for the other side- the bad, the ugly, the senseless.
When Dadasaheb Phalke released his magnum opus, Raja
Harishchandra on 13th May, 1913, little did he know that one day,
this industry would reach such colossal dimensions. Also, it would have been
impossible for him to guess that the same weapon would also lead to
proliferation of buffoonery at such colossal dimensions.
Once upon a time, movies used to be all about highlighting
the grandeur of India. High octane action, flawless performances, over the top
melodrama, resplendent sets, uplifting music all added to the old-world charm.
Movies used to be made by people who loved cinema to make people love cinema. Even
the stupidest of clichés seemed enjoyable. Cinema was all about celebrating
life, celebrating people, celebrating beauty.
Who can forget the subtle beauty of Pather Panchaali? Who
can ignore the magnificence of Mughal-e-Azam? Who doesn’t remember the
nail-biting action of Sholay?
However, as they say, change is inevitable.
Acting gave way to stardom, direction gave way to filmmaking, quality gave way
to technology and love for the audience gave way to love for the coveted 100
crore club. Now, a typical Bollywood movie is either a highly mutated,
dismembered, limbless remake of a Hollywood movie (or many Hollywood movies) or
just a collection of highly senseless scenes clubbed together to somehow make
the audience giggle away to glory.
A
stereotypical Bollywood movie is full of clichés.
LOVE-
the most cringeworthy Bollywood cliché. Be it in Kashmir, Tokyo or London, love
makes the filmi world go round. The best romantic songs are mostly imaginary
sequences where the lead hero and heroines take off to foreign locales for a
cosy duet. And if you didnt know yet,love
is the evergreen plot for any Bollywood potboiler.
20-something-actresses
comfortably romance the Shahrukhs, the Salmans and the Aamirs, while blissfully
ignoring the fact that they are young enough to be their nieces. Speaking of the Salmans and the Shahrukhs,
they spread their arms, bend their knees and sing songs in Switzerland, while
the Swiss do not bat an eyelash, let alone wonder why a weird middle-aged man
is posing in the middle of a street.
The
heroes float over water, jump from 20 story buildings, bash up 20-odd goons
with ease. A bullet through the heart isn’t enough to kill our hero, but a mere
punch from the protagonist is enough to knock the villain out like a light for
the next 24 hours.
Unless the hero is a part of the police force, the police
will always be depicted as useless. They arrive at the crime scene only after
the hero saves the day and then meekly listen to the hero issuing them
instructions like he is the Godfather.
One thing that really irks me about Bollywood is that people
are either portrayed as saccharine sweet- I mean courtesans with hearts of
gold, really?- or as supremely evil, complete with the villainous laughter-
muhahahaha. It is highly impractical, considering the fact that all individuals
have shades of grey. Nobody can be purely white or purely black. This is
extremely misleading, especially to young children.
Speaking of young children,
Item numbers- the new fad of attracting cinema goers.
Directors somehow think that adding a tacky, over the top item number with
scantily clad women mechanically gyrating will somehow increase footfalls to
the theater. However, what it really does is makes us regular audience cringe
in horror and embarrassment while making an otherwise family-friendly movie
into one unfit for children.
I borrowed this wonderful paragraph from Wikipedia-Bollywood
plots have tended to be melodramatic. They frequently employ formulaic
ingredients such as star-crossed lovers and angry parents, love triangles,
family ties, sacrifice, corrupt politicians, kidnappers, conniving villains,
courtesans with hearts of gold, long-lost relatives and siblings separated by
fate, dramatic reversals of fortune, and convenient coincidences.
Where is the originality?where is the creativity? most
importantly, where is the love for cinema? Highly cliché plots, lack of novelty
and actors sleepwalking through their roles is what defines your average
commercial movie. talent is compromised for pretty faces, plotlines are
compromised for commercial value. Established actors take it for granted that
their name will make viewers flock to the theatres. And that is true, people do
rush to theatres to watch their favourite star, but return severely disappointed.
isn’t that cheating? Isnt that betrayal of trust?
However, no matter how grey and dull it may seem, every cloud
has a silver lining. There are filmmakers like Farhan Akhtar, Shimit Amin,
Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra who try with all their hearts to instill quality and
realism back into movies, hence restoring the true essence of cinema
No matter how much we curse our Bollywood, we cannot deny
the fact that it makes us laugh, it makes us cry, it makes us sing, it makes us
dance, and most importantly, it makes us believe in happily ever afters.
“When I make a film I’m always in reality among the trees,
and among the people like yourselves. There’s no symbolic or conventional
filter between me and reality as there is in literature. The cinema is an
explosion of my love for reality.” – Pier Paolo Pasolini