Showing posts with label cinema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cinema. Show all posts
Monday, December 20, 2010
A Toddler Learns To Walk - The Early Cinemas.
Once upon a time there lived a man called Edison, in whose dream God appeared and instructed him to invent a time machine. Poor guy, interpreted his instructions differently and designed a device that controls time! Nevertheless, he called it the motion-camera. Mankind had no clue how this device can be used. Days passed and Edison demonstrated the usage of this device, how an event can stay in time forever. He moved the crank with his bare hands and the happenings around him were ‘stored’ on a celluloid tape. Just like a still picture; just that now the pictures moved. Amazed, mankind reproduced thinkers who formed their schools centred on the aesthetic values of this technology. Where one school believed that this technology was excellent to capture reality, the other believed this technology is the only way to escape the harsh reality! Something tremendous happened in the later phase, as mankind learnt this device has given birth to an art form that was named as cinema! But this art form was confused of its origins, that was when the existing philosophers and thinkers came to the rescue. Cinema, the toddler, found its foster parents. Where some justified cinema as a realist form of art, others were confirmed that cinema can take surrealism to a level never imagined before. The toddler also attracted different confused artists who weren’t finding a medium to express themselves. The German expressionists, the Soviet experimentalists, the European surrealists and realists, the American classics, all were invited; and the party that started without a lot of gaga, gave rise to the greatest collective art form ever.
The toddler was now walking, not just walking but was swinging its arms happily. The amalgamation of the thoughts gave rise to some tremendously brilliant art pieces and artists. The Lumiere brothers started to capture the world around them as it is. What became evident from most of their works was- they laid importance to something that another artist in the later phase would call ‘Typage’. The characters shown in the cinema they created had clear indication of the social class to which they belong. Be it the upper classy class in the Arrival of the train, or the labour class in the Demolition of the wall. They too captured the harsh nature in Barque sortant du port; violent activities like the Spanish bull fight was an eye opener. Subconsciously, the Lumieres were portraying an art that was breaking the norms and demarcations that the society had created. The Spanish bull fight was now known to the world, the violence in the stormy oceans was now no more only a description in a story. They took the news reels to a level which stated- ‘cinema exists around you, all you have to do is look!’ The hardships that these laureates went through were reflected in their arts. At almost the same period, a magician, Melies discarded the blind believes and superstitions and took cinema to the sun’s stomach through his film Voyage to the moon. Perhaps the first film with a plot that arouse a sense of fright and anxiety amongst the viewers. The magician had clinched to a medium which was a magic in itself. The genre- Fantasy was born. Then came Porter’s The great train robbery, which showed us a plot consisting of parallel story lines. Cinema was in safe hands! Artists then began to explore the possibilities of the cinematograph. R.W. Paul showed the power of cuts and how reality can be ‘intercut’ with an unreal situation. This gave rise to master pieces like Extraordinary cab accident and The (?)Motorist. Countrymen and the cinematograph was just his fascination over the medium. Paul’s Come along, do! appealed the viewers and patrons to appreciate cinema as the greatest medium of art. It was also a clear demarcation that Paul believed the medium to be a portal to escape the bland reality. The artists were in abundance and the toddler was now eager to run. With the showing of Brunele and Dali’s Un chien andalou, the medium assured itself to be a surreal medium, powerful than any other art forms. These early cinema were the chief reason behind the cinema revolutions in the west, the Europe and the Soviet. Avant garde artists, the experimenta, neorealism, Hollywood, would not have taken place hadn’t the early cinema proved the medium to be the greatest art form existing.
The medium got appreciated, explored and patronized by film companies and individuals who believed the art form as the sole means to express their thoughts. The early cinema’s simplicity and story telling abilities were at its peak. As they say, invention only follows a need. The stalwarts invented techniques that made the toddler to take leaps and even do a small gig! Today, after a century, the saga just continues. The toddler is still walking, the art form is still a toddler!
Monday, March 15, 2010
i AM C.I.N.E.M.A
PROLOGUE:
This volume is dedicated to all who think Movies are just not "anything else"...rather a medium filled with emotions, passion and hunger. Again a medium filled with drama, lust and starvation.
VOLUME 1 : It’s easier to eat an apple than to write an apple
Chapter Une
Come with me, i shall take you to my world. My world of slow motion, where you will see doves flapping their wings. So slow...2000 fps. You can see each feather vibrating. Giving rise to a new pulse of hope called flight. So moderate and seducing in its action, which will drive any fanatic to an eternal orgasm. You will see all possible colors in her feathers. The dove unaware of the statement it makes, flies high in the orange sky... magic of my world, she appears black against the yellow sun setting in the shimmering mirage created by the smoking seas. The seas’ waves so subtle- so gentle like The poets of fall whispering carnival of rust in my ears. Yeah...come feed the rain...cause i am thirsty for your love dancing under the skies of lust...cause without you my life is nothing but this carnival of...
i capture this picture de perfect and dissolve it with your dreams.
i make you fly..perform martial arts you never have thought you were capable of. Words and grammar fail to run the race with my emotions. Words are nothing but hurdles to tell you how aroused i am at every moment i live here.i black out...it’s time to pretend (MGMT)...for i miss the playgrounds and the little puppies playing...i miss my father and mother’s lap...i miss my brother’s arms and my sister’s jokes...well...now that i sing my blues to you...let us have some fun...i fake you to pretend!
I put a warm filter and make you see...my world is yellow...filled with colors that portray a face macroscopically...For my world is filled with passion, where the rain drops wait for my command to fall and the drops break with equal juice of passion and love for being a part of this world. i make you see what you always wanted to watch... but i make you observe what i always wanted to infer. i sing you the lullaby that doesn’t make you go into slumber...but makes you dream. You are never fast asleep, but you are a fast dreamer. i, Freddy, am your dreamweaver.i am the one for whom you will say “good” morning...kiss your boyfriend with a lot of passion, unhook your girlfriend with magnified imagination...a hunger to make love in the rhapsody of love. Oasis- i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do.............................about you NOW...!! there are many things i like to say to you but i don’t know how...
My world is full of paradoxes...you wake up with a smile on your face you cry to your boss’s tantrums...because i wanted you to do so...you smack him up and beat him up to your satisfaction-i am responsible for your aggression. Cause, honey...here, you see and do what i want you to do.Never felt this passion in what i say...never felt this blood rush to my fingers before....Pixies- with your feet on the air and head on the ground...try to strip and spin it....yeah...you will ask...there’s nothing in it and you will ask yourself “where is my mind”. You are a duck, jaaneman...i say and you “quack-quack”!
i can take you to your history...i shall make you see Caesar ripping off heads of his enemies...i will make you see Siddharth ignoring his royalty and setting off on a quest for “within”, i will make your supper miserable- for i will show you Aslan’s roar reducing an entire army to dust, i will make your dinner go for a toss cause all i leave you with Simran failing to hold on to Raj’s arms and the train leaves the platform...for i all i care is your angst, your hunger, your love, your mind.......your...your...your... cause that is my fuel. I don’t starve cause you ask me for more.
I am smart...i have asked you for a date. You leave your husband and are bound to walk with me. cause, i satisfy you more than your lover...i make you feel ecstasy...i give you the orgasm and tingle the spot that your lover had never found. For i hold you with what gives you the goose bums.
Chapter deux
Who said i make movies, i make love to you. As i said, i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now. You remember the last time, i asked you for a cup of coffee, and then we were on bed. While i was slowly stripping you, you asked me a question, “I have left my husband, by this time he must be home...he must be searching for me through out the house...he must be hysterical by not finding me in the kitchen...he must be hungry...must have gone hay wire searching for food in the cold refrigerator...and my 2 year old baby...he must be crying...crying to get me...oh in the name of holy jesus, am i doing the right thing?” you looked at me....i was kissing your naked belly (oh those fast heart beats of yours were sending chills down my spine)....we looked into each others eyes and you smiled...you held me by head...smiled...widened your legs and said “Oh...dont you dare stop now..!” and for the rest....we made love like we have never had.
i again have asked you out tonight. You have come running, this time you are happy to leave your husband and your child hungry. You have no regrets. I am waiting for you at the porch of the restaurant. You ask me, “I don’t need food. Cant we just jump into the bed and rip each other apart?” i reply, “hold on honey, everything has its pace. Now please allow me to take the lady on an exotic dinner. The candles have been lit since quite a while now. The red carpet wants to taste the flavour of your high heels. Dont keep them waiting.”You smile again. Our arms knot and we walk up the stairs for the dinner of our lives. I ask the waiter to serve you the wine i have handpicked. We talk about our last time. You talk so much...i must say...you praise my approach on bed, you praise my harmony, my crafts, my choreography. i just look at you. i smile and continue staring at you.
Time flies like never before. You were so engrossed talking to me that your thirst to make love tonight had vanished. I walk you to your car. We kiss and you depart. While you are driving back, you realise that you didn’t eat a piece...you were so engrossed talking that you forgot to take a bite. You smile at yourself, being fooled by me. i have fooled you, successfully. i never made you realise that i wasn’t prepared for your expectations that have rose high since last time. I still have succeeded in giving you the best dinner date that you have ever had. Next time, honey...i will be prepared.
Come to me Freddy, i shall take you on a ride to a land situated far far within you. i make you forget your wooes, replicate your joys and multiply your emotions. i am who creates your being. For cinema has made you what you are.
For i *echoes* create C.I.N.E.M.A......!! *echoes*
EPILOGUE
This piece happened to me while i was traveling back to my place (in a friend's car, with deep purple playing its greatest guitar solo @ 107.10 fm ) after VD Sir's out-of-the-world trip inside the aroma of cinemas (cause smell is what deceives us the most). I would also mention Saha sir... for in those eyes i dont see lies, i see the hunger to gulp more..! and mujeeb sir...for i hear only what the notes hymn in togetherness..!!Madness is all what you need, madness is all i possess.Hail cinema.!!
This volume is dedicated to all who think Movies are just not "anything else"...rather a medium filled with emotions, passion and hunger. Again a medium filled with drama, lust and starvation.
VOLUME 1 : It’s easier to eat an apple than to write an apple
Chapter Une
Come with me, i shall take you to my world. My world of slow motion, where you will see doves flapping their wings. So slow...2000 fps. You can see each feather vibrating. Giving rise to a new pulse of hope called flight. So moderate and seducing in its action, which will drive any fanatic to an eternal orgasm. You will see all possible colors in her feathers. The dove unaware of the statement it makes, flies high in the orange sky... magic of my world, she appears black against the yellow sun setting in the shimmering mirage created by the smoking seas. The seas’ waves so subtle- so gentle like The poets of fall whispering carnival of rust in my ears. Yeah...come feed the rain...cause i am thirsty for your love dancing under the skies of lust...cause without you my life is nothing but this carnival of...
i capture this picture de perfect and dissolve it with your dreams.
i make you fly..perform martial arts you never have thought you were capable of. Words and grammar fail to run the race with my emotions. Words are nothing but hurdles to tell you how aroused i am at every moment i live here.i black out...it’s time to pretend (MGMT)...for i miss the playgrounds and the little puppies playing...i miss my father and mother’s lap...i miss my brother’s arms and my sister’s jokes...well...now that i sing my blues to you...let us have some fun...i fake you to pretend!
I put a warm filter and make you see...my world is yellow...filled with colors that portray a face macroscopically...For my world is filled with passion, where the rain drops wait for my command to fall and the drops break with equal juice of passion and love for being a part of this world. i make you see what you always wanted to watch... but i make you observe what i always wanted to infer. i sing you the lullaby that doesn’t make you go into slumber...but makes you dream. You are never fast asleep, but you are a fast dreamer. i, Freddy, am your dreamweaver.i am the one for whom you will say “good” morning...kiss your boyfriend with a lot of passion, unhook your girlfriend with magnified imagination...a hunger to make love in the rhapsody of love. Oasis- i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do.............................about you NOW...!! there are many things i like to say to you but i don’t know how...
My world is full of paradoxes...you wake up with a smile on your face you cry to your boss’s tantrums...because i wanted you to do so...you smack him up and beat him up to your satisfaction-i am responsible for your aggression. Cause, honey...here, you see and do what i want you to do.Never felt this passion in what i say...never felt this blood rush to my fingers before....Pixies- with your feet on the air and head on the ground...try to strip and spin it....yeah...you will ask...there’s nothing in it and you will ask yourself “where is my mind”. You are a duck, jaaneman...i say and you “quack-quack”!
i can take you to your history...i shall make you see Caesar ripping off heads of his enemies...i will make you see Siddharth ignoring his royalty and setting off on a quest for “within”, i will make your supper miserable- for i will show you Aslan’s roar reducing an entire army to dust, i will make your dinner go for a toss cause all i leave you with Simran failing to hold on to Raj’s arms and the train leaves the platform...for i all i care is your angst, your hunger, your love, your mind.......your...your...your... cause that is my fuel. I don’t starve cause you ask me for more.
I am smart...i have asked you for a date. You leave your husband and are bound to walk with me. cause, i satisfy you more than your lover...i make you feel ecstasy...i give you the orgasm and tingle the spot that your lover had never found. For i hold you with what gives you the goose bums.
Chapter deux
Who said i make movies, i make love to you. As i said, i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now. You remember the last time, i asked you for a cup of coffee, and then we were on bed. While i was slowly stripping you, you asked me a question, “I have left my husband, by this time he must be home...he must be searching for me through out the house...he must be hysterical by not finding me in the kitchen...he must be hungry...must have gone hay wire searching for food in the cold refrigerator...and my 2 year old baby...he must be crying...crying to get me...oh in the name of holy jesus, am i doing the right thing?” you looked at me....i was kissing your naked belly (oh those fast heart beats of yours were sending chills down my spine)....we looked into each others eyes and you smiled...you held me by head...smiled...widened your legs and said “Oh...dont you dare stop now..!” and for the rest....we made love like we have never had.
i again have asked you out tonight. You have come running, this time you are happy to leave your husband and your child hungry. You have no regrets. I am waiting for you at the porch of the restaurant. You ask me, “I don’t need food. Cant we just jump into the bed and rip each other apart?” i reply, “hold on honey, everything has its pace. Now please allow me to take the lady on an exotic dinner. The candles have been lit since quite a while now. The red carpet wants to taste the flavour of your high heels. Dont keep them waiting.”You smile again. Our arms knot and we walk up the stairs for the dinner of our lives. I ask the waiter to serve you the wine i have handpicked. We talk about our last time. You talk so much...i must say...you praise my approach on bed, you praise my harmony, my crafts, my choreography. i just look at you. i smile and continue staring at you.
Time flies like never before. You were so engrossed talking to me that your thirst to make love tonight had vanished. I walk you to your car. We kiss and you depart. While you are driving back, you realise that you didn’t eat a piece...you were so engrossed talking that you forgot to take a bite. You smile at yourself, being fooled by me. i have fooled you, successfully. i never made you realise that i wasn’t prepared for your expectations that have rose high since last time. I still have succeeded in giving you the best dinner date that you have ever had. Next time, honey...i will be prepared.
Come to me Freddy, i shall take you on a ride to a land situated far far within you. i make you forget your wooes, replicate your joys and multiply your emotions. i am who creates your being. For cinema has made you what you are.
For i *echoes* create C.I.N.E.M.A......!! *echoes*
EPILOGUE
This piece happened to me while i was traveling back to my place (in a friend's car, with deep purple playing its greatest guitar solo @ 107.10 fm ) after VD Sir's out-of-the-world trip inside the aroma of cinemas (cause smell is what deceives us the most). I would also mention Saha sir... for in those eyes i dont see lies, i see the hunger to gulp more..! and mujeeb sir...for i hear only what the notes hymn in togetherness..!!Madness is all what you need, madness is all i possess.Hail cinema.!!
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