Friday, November 21, 2008

A Flashback before Moving Forward

This is the 100th post. I thought it needed to be dedicated to something special. Thinking back, I realized that there is one event that needs mention but hasn't featured on the space because this blog was not created when it happened. The details may be a little hazy but here's the essence of it.

One of the highlights of my undergrad student life was the film workshop that we had with Pradeep Sebastian. It was five days, beginning Wednesday and running all through the weekend, of pure concentrated movie-watching pleasure. Tucked away in the new AV (audio visual) room on campus, with an airconditioner that chose to overwork more often than not, turning the space into an artificial arctic zone, thirty movie-hungry girls devoured every last scene. I could have sworn there were a couple of drool puddles.

It was intended to be a "film appreciation" course, to make us more cultured women and all those shenanigans. Perhaps that's what its long-term effects were. In the moment, the popcorn was the only accessory missing (only because John sir would have thrown us all out if we had eaten the AV room).

The first movie we watched was a Cannes Film Festival winner, The Son's Room. It was the first Italian movie I watched and loved the way the words of the language flowed so effortlessly. It felt oddly satisfying to hear a tongue I didn't understand. The movie was wonderful, setting a serene mood in soft colours and voices. During the five days that we spent in front of the large screen display, we were transported to the eerie tale of Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby by Roman Polanski and got a taste of the film wizard's magic in his explosive movie that explores incest like never before in Chinatown with Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunaway.

We watched "Open Water" where a yuppie American couple's tropical holiday turns into a mid-sea tragedy. Powerful cinema on a shoestring production budget that raked in huge collections at the box office. Independent cinema will always remain fascinating. The list grew longer with Mulholland Drive (which had the most bizarre female nudity scene. I guess you never know what to expect from director, David Lynch).

Then came the two Oriental movies of the lineup. When the first one was screened (The House of Flying Daggers), I had to excuse myself to escort my younger sibling to the social do of that generation. I had to be the lame older sibling who sat around obscurely and ate paneer tikka. Little did I know that the North Indian fare was stale. So when the second movie (whose name evades me) was screened, I had to excuse myself again to nurse a troubled stomach caused by the stale snack I had the previous day.

But I was back in time for Falling in Love with Meryl Streep and Robert DeNiro. You can't quite figure out whether it's the couple's onscreen chemistry that is genuine or the fact that both are such good actors that they could have you believe they made hot, passionate love to a tree last night. This was the film that I thought Karan Johar's, Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna was based on. My loyalties remain divided between a magical hollywood performance and a true Dharma Productions creation that appeals to my Indian sensibilities.

The grand finale was worth the wait with another Italian movie. Cinema Paradiso stole all our eighteen-year-old hearts, who cooed with the young Italian boy and the relationship he has with films and the man who plays movies at his town cinema. No movie that I've watched till date has taken its place and I'm confident no other film will. It will remain special for how "human" it was and how it succeeded in allowing us to believe we were eight-years old again.

At the end of five days, the lights came back on. The last CD was put away in its case. The floor was still remarkably free of popcorn and crumbs. John sir was happy. But the drool puddles remained. Of course the workshop was useful and there was a greater chance that we would now be able to hold a semblance of an intelligent conversation about film noveau and voyeurism. But that would be for much later.

At the time, the immediate accomplishments were that our eyes had dried from watching so many movies continously and we wore dazed grins of contenment. This week could not have gone any better.

To 100 more posts and more!

8 comments:

IS said...

CHEERS to you hundredth!!! And what a post...

You know it's a great time to read back some of your posts since the first one!

I haven't read all, but from how I see, your writing has evolved and matured a lot. Great work girl...

Way to go...

- Ubiquitous - said...

:)

You know what, I've been blogging here since 2005 and still haven't reached 100! :D Though I'm nearing it and already know what's gonna be in it. >:)

That said, yes the movie marathon was wonderful. I remember having written a poem bout it (in two parts actually) and having mailed it out to my dear ones! Crazy only.

Oh, I slept peacefully on the floor on Shru's lap during the Chinese movie.

Also, the biggest lesson I learned from this wonderful movierama was how to sit through the credits and respect all the makers of the film, however good or bad.

This is a long comment and I miss John Sir! :(

- Ubiquitous - said...

And oh yeah, Congratulations Ayesha, you've been a fabulous blogger! :)

Ramses said...

Ayeshamma! Relivings yit.
Fuck, man.

Oye, iruvar, bits of Waking Life, as well.

In love with the city said...

Oh yeah, those were some of the names I forgot. But Iruvar we watched at another time, not during the workshop

Babska said...

Cheers! :)

You just transported me back to the dark arctic zone... :)

I am glad that you featured John sir whose health is fast failing him. May God give him peace.

Here's to more from you!

V said...

I would have given anything to be a part of that workshop. My god. I was with a couple of friends at peco's once, all movie buffs and we had endless debates about some of the movies you mentioned. One of the best nights ever. There's nothing like enjoying these movies with like minded people. We're so used to watching the usual commercial films that it's hard to come by people who've seen the same movies as you. And when you do, all your pent up comments and impressions come gushing out. It's so liberating.

And Bravo on your 100th post.

Jagan said...

Hey congrats on completing 100 posts.. You are pretty fortunate that Pradeep Sebastian teaches you people.. I like his writings.. He knows about movies, which is a rare breed amont the current desi critics.. I was blown over by 'Open Water' from start-to-finish.. This is what indie cinema was for me.. Unknown actors, shaky cam angles, low-budget.. To quote a cliche, if this isnt heaven then what it is.. :)