When was the last time you got up after a
Hindi movie feeling like – Wow what an excellent piece of art! Is it just me or
the only emotion that the movies these days invoke in most people is that of
total disgust. But that cannot be right seeing the outrageous crores these movies
make. So what is it then? Have our minds degenerated enough to watch and admire
unreal action, cheap jokes and raunchy songs. Why is it that more number of
deteriorated forms of Manmohan Desais came up in the last few years rather than
evolved forms of Gulzaar and Hrishikesh Mukherjee? Why is that to express the
emotions of love or sadness not one song from these movies comes to our mind
and we keep going back to the depth of Kishore Kumar and Manne De’s melodies?
How come the decades in between have blown up in smoke with not many legends
left to reminisce? So many questions and not one answer.
Last night while skimming through some music
channels, hunting for a soothing pre siesta song, all I came across was item
numbers with imported women dancing provocatively to badly crooned tracks.
These were only interrupted by upcoming movie trailers which, to say the least,
could put one off cinema all together. All they comprised was cheap stereotype
dialogues, flying cars kind of action, some semi porn skin show and a few
rather offensive dances.
It’s quite distressing to see the loss of
sensitivity in the cinematic experience.
Films, which is apparently one of the most popular art forms and a
widespread medium for indoctrinating and
communicating to the masses, has experienced a rapid sinking of standards. The
technology in the motion pictures may have leaped forward but isn’t that all-peripheral
to the content? With a colossal dip in the substance itself the animation behind
the man jumping off a high rise or the stunts with trains and cars just fail to
touch a cord.
