Ang Lee receives his award with a namaste |
As is the tradition, I did
not sit through the Academy Awards or even catch glimpses of it. Except for Life of Pi, I have not watched any
of the other films, yet. I’d like to, though. This is not about disdain or
being highbrow; I catch quite a few Indian soaps.
However, there is no
escaping the event. The host Seth MacFarlane has come out with several new
notorious feathers in his cap, and I say this because the Oscars may choose
politically-correct films, but the show wallows in a sophomoric need for
attention. It conforms to the pattern of being mainstream, and in Hollywood you
are mainstream if you are a bit sexist, a bit racist, a bit of a
victim-predator.
You’ve already read about
the wardrobe malfunctions, the gowns, the jewels, the asinine.
It is the India factor that
interests me. As no Indian film or
nominee got an award, we did what we do best. It was so very amusing that a
little town in Chandigarh was celebrating, distributing sweets because of Zero
Dark Thirty. It did not strike them as ironic that the place had recreated
Abbottabad, a Pakistani bazaar to be precise, all to trace the end of an Arab
who was the nemesis of the West. Osama bin Laden brought a good deal of business
to this town in Chandigarh.
It is business.
The same goes for
Puducherry (Pondicherry) where the initial portions of Life of Pi were shot.
These were locales that Yann Martel had written about in the book on which the
film was based. Indeed, the background sounds and a lullaby were Indian
contributions, but was it an Indian film?
Director Shekhar Kapur declared in
his usual pompous fashion:
“An Indian film will win an Oscar when it is good enough. Danny Boyle and Ang Lee have opened the gates for Indian filmmakers. It’s up to the filmmakers now. Do they have the courage and the desire to conquer international markets or do they want to continue playing in their comfort zone?”
The Oscar is not the
yardstick for good cinema, although it has sometimes recognised fine
independent films by outsiders. What is Mr. Kapur’s yardstick for good? Surely,
he has been exposed to Indian regional cinema, to quite a few offbeat Hindi
films, as well as experimentation within the framework of Bollywood, of which
he was a player.
How have Danny Boyle and
Ang Lee opened the gates for Indian filmmakers? I think there should be a clear
demarcation between the two. Ang Lee, while exploring spiritualism, did not
overly emphasise on Indianness. The main characters happened to be Indian. But,
it was an international film made with those sensibilities in mind. Fine, he accepted the award with the Indian greeting of 'namaste'.
Boyle was also catering to a
foreign audience. As I wrote in an earlier post:
Danny bhai can rest happy that he did a nice helicopter version of struggle and hope. Next time he might like to hang on to one aspect and embellish it with some detailing. This is merely a filmic tourist brochure of the other side of India.
This obsession with
international markets seems to demean indigenous work. Did the Africans start
discussing about how ‘Our of Africa’ would make them big players? Did the
Japanese consider themselves fortunate to have ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’ take their
cinema overseas?
Satyajit Ray, Akira
Kurosawa, Godard, Fellini, Costa Gavras have had more courage than a Shekhar
Kapur and they did not seek out Hollywood acceptance, and the Oscars are just
that. Everything else is a satellite.
As regards being happy in a
comfort zone, it is rather superficial to ignore that most of the films that reached
the Oscars were within their comfort zone. There happen to be differing levels
of what varied cultures are comfortable with. The form of expression is bound
to differ. We have films that deal with edgy subjects; some succeed, others don’t.
There is also some self-conscious attempt
at ‘being different’ just for the heck of it, or to go to Cannes, which has
sold out to Hollywood.
At least we do not choose
White characters to portray Hispanic, Brown and even Black characters in our
films.
Bollywood is escapist. It
has never claimed to be otherwise. And let us not look down on the audience or
decide to improve their tastes. The same people who gave a thumbs-up to Dabangg
were not as enthusiastic about the second one. Same actors, same gimmicks. They
know what to like and what to reject. That is their comfort zone.
(c) Farzana Versey
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