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Having stopped
reviewing films on weekly basis long back, I hardly have an urge to
watch each and every movie first day first show now. Friday noon or
Thursday evenings used to be booked for a film in my weekly
schedules for almost a decade then and no matter what, be it rain,
the thunderstorms or the scorching heat, I had to be there to see a
new film. Sometimes the time used to pass by with an entertaining
film, sometimes it was more thoughts than entertainment that used to
come to mind and sometimes it were all emotions. But to see a film
and then curse the self for wasting more than two hours of life on a
trash used to be a case once in a quarter. Even flop films till
sometimes back had a sense and something or the other in their
making had some magic to keep you intact.
Nowadays in the
time of celebration of corrupts, Film reviews too have fallen in the
hands of marketing people in the dailies of most of the newspapers
in India. Any person who dares to judge a film by his or her gut is
sure to be crucified with so called Gangs of Marketing Men. They are
modern Men In Black who are out to write the new rules of journalism
and their over enthusiasm to milk producers have taken a heavy toll
on ethical film journalism. |
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Last year only when I was sitting with a
close friend and one of the top most film distributors of Northern
India, he cursed me for not writing weekly film reviews in a time when
critics not only get plasma TV, double door fridges and foreign trip
tickets but also their palms are greased well. I was aghast listening
this and could only feel ashamed of the fact that the person sitting
across the table is making fun of a profession which I almost fell in
love. It was like listening someone abuse your darling and you could do
nothing.
I don’t know how much truth was in his
satire, but if he is wrong then how would a critic will rate a film with
one star and other one will go on to give the same film four stars or
sometimes even five stars. Not long back, a producer friend of mine
wanted to make a film on this film review business and approached me to
write a story for the same. I advised him if he wants to make a standing
in the film trade, he should keep away from this and better make films
on some other topics. Thankfully, he agreed and I was saved in washing
dirty clothes of my own fraternity in public. But, now it is becoming
above saturation point. It is like a time when somebody needs to stand
up and say, Enough.
I liked the reviews of Minty Tejpal off
late who used to write in Mumbai Mirror till very recently and may be
because of his being true to his heart has cost him his job. His name
has vanished from the paper’s weekly film review section. All these
thoughts have been occupying much space of mind since the time I came
out watching film 3 They Bhai recently. I was so much in praise of its
producer Rakeyesh Omprakash Mehra till the time I didn’t see this film.
He gave interviews with the headlines, ‘Producers in Hindi Film Industry
do not have story sense’. And, he went on record to say that was the
only reason he made 3 They Bhai. The headlines seekers gave huge space
to Mr. Mehra in their papers. I am certain that he learnt this art from
his hero in Rang De Basanti, Aamir Khan. Shout from the top of the
highest building in town like Veeru and win Basanti (the viewers). Who
cares what happened when Veeru and Basanti left in the train from
Ramgadh. The money spent in buying tickets is in the pocket of the
producer. His job is done, the viewers can wait for their revenge till
his next film. As a producer he is not going to release his next film
very soon in near future and it is certain that he will not have to bear
the same burnt that Akshay Kumar is still facing post his idiotic comedy
Singh Is King.
Gone
are the days when writing a film review was deemed as an art. People
used to line up to get an admission in film appreciation course, now
every Tom, Dick and Harry is a film critic. Those who don’t even heard
of plot points and basics of screenplay are the most talkative film
critics in any press show. People who have no knowledge of music and its
beats praise a shit song like National Anthem of the country. So
overawed are these reviewers that they declare even a film like Raavan,
a super hit, as soon as you start reading end credits in the theatre
itself. One can now count genuine film critics in the country on finger
tips, who are not in awe of stars, who don’t look for complementary
things, who have no issue in watching a film with their own money than
to watch in a press show and feel obliged for hardly 200 bugs. But, do
newspapers have space to publish their views any more. The question is
Too Boo or not to boo?
(Pankaj
Shukla is a Mumbai based Senior Journalist and filmmaker, he can be
contacted through pankajshuklaa@gmail.com) |