Oscar fever.
It continued to rage like some forest fire in Australia or California. Like all forest fire, it nevertheless burned out. Oscar nights are usually spent out in glittery. Its is in all probability a scheming promotion whereby the year’s best movie that you may have seen would not have been even nominated. Hollywood loves glitters. But too much of glitters gets into the skin. It sometimes takes a break and awards works on poverty, savage assaults on street children, filth, acceptance of brutality in a third world country.
Welcome to the magic world of Bollywood, where a protagonist from the slum who would probably become a bonded laborer, contract either TB or Aids and end his life in a miserable existence, goes on to become what else but a millionaire.
A scum dog lives a life in false pride, runs dead on imagination and limits his ambition and when he comes out of his hole he is but a manifesting psychologically crippled being.
A billion people in India grow up watching Bollywood masala films. What is a daily affair for Indians are extraordinary for the western world.
Spending money to escape from the harsh reality of poverty, filth, corruption, prostitution, malnutrition, child exploitations, diseases, brutalism, etc and end up paying to see the same is in itself a depressing exercise.
Lets make a movie about an American who because of the recession has gone down in life, who once had a good future in Wall street, but lost his head and went on a shooting spree killing a dozen odd innocents, ultimately getting shot by the cops, whose father has been jailed for trafficking children, whose mother is a drug addict, whose brother has got himself mixed up with the terrorist and whose sister is discovered to be running a bordello house.
Prostitutes and Politicians have had their rags to riches stories. From a few hundreds or thousands of Rupees they have either become a lakh patti or a crore patti. Theirs are also stories which can be successfully showcased.
Now bollywood must be gearing up with a formulae which would look somewhat like :
Box Office Hit {BOH} = Western world Director + poverty + child exploitation + slums + NRI Actor + dances every 10 minutes by scantily dressed females + love story + underworld activities + {of course} A R Rehman = {maybe} an Oscar?
The present scenes would consists of Indian producers starting to look out for Hollywood Directors so that better chances emerge to clinch an Oscar or two.
Post colonial weather has still not cleared and we are yet to come out and bask in the sun. Maybe the global warming might help to free us from our masters?
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