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Jeudi 8 février 2007 4 08 /02 /Fév /2007 23:49

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ever since I discovered her, I have seen Ash as a wonder, a miracle of womanhood. Or of creation. One hears sometimes that Creation isn’t perfect, that it isn’t finished, that it’s flawed with sin and marred with injustice. Well, for once, on that face, we have it: perfection, grace, harmony. Given God’s creative powers, perhaps we should say it’s nothing very special? But this face shows this power superlatively. As with other beauties of the world, Ash gives the impression she has been given something that comes from outside this world, from a place where all is peace and luxury, order and innocence. Such is the charm of beauty that it strikes you as not ours, but only lent to us for a while from above. When she lays her eyes on you (never happened to me, but photos do that trick quite well!), when she looks in your eyes, she pulls you into that spiral of ecstasy, in which thought loses itself: who’s looking at me? What’s happening? Where am I being drawn to?
a8.JPGAnd something happens to language too: I remember one admirer's fabulously laudatory prose, a person who went by the name of "Aishbaby" on the now inactive Aishwarya-Forever.com website (This website has now been revived under the name Aishwarya-Spice.com). Here are a few examples of this extraordinary writer as he was commenting on some of Aish's photos:
- oh shit!!!!! she is killing me with her beauty!!!! i cant breathe!!!!!
- oh (...) who the hell are you???????? how is it possible for someone to be sooo beautiful and perfect????????? god reallllllly loves you!!!! she looks soooo lovely and really elegant!!! she is such a tease eh....humph i love you aish!!!!
- oh god it is offical i am dead!!! my breath is slowly escaping from my body!!! god this woman is sooooo beautiful and perfect!!!
- *drops to the floor*......i am deAd!!!! that woman is perfection hottness sexiness embodied!!!
- holy crap!!!!! where the hell did this woman come from?!!? definitely not earth!!! she came straight from heaven!!!! she really is a wonder of the world!!!! look at those eyes and those lips!!!ughh there are no words to describe her beauty in the english language!!!!!! perfect!!!
- whoa!!!!!!!!! gasp!!!!!!!!!! sooooo gorgeous and beautiful and sexy!!
- ahhhhhhh!!!!!!......ok i seriously just died and went to heaven!!!!!......(gay moment)......i am in awe and shock!!!!.....sooo hot...
(and there must have been hundreds of such exclamations, for the website contains 14720 photos, so even if he hasn't commented on all the pics, you can figure...)
Below is one of the photos that elicited such a torrent of lava-like admiration. I remember having SUCH incredible fun visiting that site, sigh...
(30/11/2010: Ha! I found an access to Aishbaby's profile and collection of screams: PRESS HERE!  But you don't have access any more to the actual conversations that used to be going on between the comment posters, unfortunately, and it seems the comments aren't enabled now) (here's my page: I have "only" 15 pages of comments - Aishbaby's got 159...)
Anyway, I am sure you can see now how poised I am! But even considering that, I realise that I'm biased, of course, that beauty is subjective, for a part. But it also has its objectiveness. Anyway, my question is: how does she cope with all that? I have often heard her say that she thinks she has been blessed, and blessed she has been, no doubt. But she says it, I’m sure, not only in reference to her family, her personality, her opportunities, but also, in a more general way, about her face. Because obviously, that’s how it all started for her. Or if she doesn't want to attract people’s attention to her looks specifically, I believe it’s for her a way to be honest, and admit that not everyone has been that lucky. And of course there’s this constant struggle to exist “behind” or “despite” her face. To work hard, to be praised for what she does, and not only for how she looks. She knows this is wrong: she doesn’t deserve any praise for how she looks. But she’s the one who has to cope with that double standard. And naturally, she knows she has taken advantage of it, and still does, even if she is aware of the limits of that advantage.
3_aish2_1.jpgBut, well, I suppose she tells herself: I’ve been given that beauty, it’s not mine, I have to share it and show it. AND she has probably also asked herself: how much can I (should I) use that face to my personal advantage? To say the truth, I think she controls this dilemma well: compared to other icons of beauty which the media has fed on, and sometimes crushed, she has seemingly managed to remain cool, and to perform her duty of beauty queen with ease and good humour. I remember reading on a questionnaire she had accepted to fill that "nothing" about her body was artificial, and "nothing" was written in capital letters, as if she knew that in her position, people wouldn't believe her if she said it too casually. Remaining natural in the world of artificiality where everything is based on one's image, and well, she's trying to do that.
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I like to think that her success is a result of the fact that she’s an Indian woman, that her Indianness, her culture, her values have protected her against being too much “vampirised” by the media (this is French word which means the blood of her seductiveness could be dried up the ever-thirsty media). Of course I know she is much courted, adored and web-sited, but I mean that she has been able to resist any real debasing or compromise of her moral standards. It is probably also due to her smart sense of what she represents and of how she sees her career. She's a very brainy person: it shows in the way she deals with that image of herself, which the media throw back at her; it shows in her acting, too, I think. That controlled way of dealing with herself.
She has managed to become a tolerably good actress, especially when well directed (Raincoat, Guru), and then we watch her performance not just because we have a pleasant face to see, as it is the case in other films. But, consciously or not, she has accepted a certain manipulation of her person’s beauty. Or let’s say a certain use of it. It’s the dilemma described above. Her early films are nearly all pretexts to watch that amazing face of hers. And even some of the latest, apparently. I haven’t seen Dhoom II, but from what I’ve read, it seems rather dull. Very Bollywood-like, though, no doubt. Mistress of Spices was rather disappointing. But Ash has that intelligence and taste which should perhaps make her help Bollywood move towards the best of what it can do. Devdas was that, Khakee too, and I would add Hum Dil De Chuke sanam. And I repeat my two best choices, Raincoat, and last year’s Guru.
 
               

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Vendredi 26 janvier 2007 5 26 /01 /Jan /2007 00:24
 
 
I’d like to share a few words about Abishek Bachchan. I must say he’s not my favourite actor, he’s probably not a very talented actor (as yet), but what interests me is that he’s a Bollywood phenomenon. That combination of past and future. Heritage and vitality. Let’s do him justice, nevertheless. I haven’t seen all his films, far from it (I’ve seen him in Yuva, Dhai Akshar Prem Ke, Kabhi alvida naa kehna, and Kuch Na Kaho). I found him often not very good (sometimes worse than that), but one film stands out: YUVA. That was a real treat. And mostly, even if the great Mani Ratnam is behind the camera, it’s thanks to Abhishek. The other two actors (Vivek Oberoi, Ajay Devgan) do a good job, but Abhishek steals the show. Was he well directed? Or did the character really inspire him? This Lallan is a great figure, true. And he really puts something in it. It’s interesting to realise that Lallan is an empty shell, a bum, and that precisely he needs to be filled, weighed down. That’s what his friend Sashi (Rani Mukherjee) does, or tries to do, in the film. She fails, or half-fails, but Abhishek succeeds. He fills the character with a life that leaves the spectator full of wonder, and bewilderment. I found myself feeling some of the pangs of remorse Lallan feels when he asks if he will ever be able to become a man, to lead a decent life.
Abhishek’s great body is both an asset, and a burden: in Yuva, he uses it to great purpose. But take Kal ho na ho: what we have is more like a beanpole. It seems he never knows what to do with his six feet three. When he’s dancing, it's there all the time, you can’t forget it, even though the guy dances well. And I understand why Rani wants to leave him in KANK. That demonstration of anger he tries to pull off in their flat is hard to swallow. Which brings us to his acting. I have the feeling he’s always (nearly always) wondering why he’s there. There’s a stare in his eyes, a sort of fixity which he can’t shake off (his two eyes do have a slight disagreement, haven’t they?) He seems to be thinking about something he’s left somewhere, but where? I don’t know whether it’s because he’s not yet shaken the fatherly figure, as lots of people have said. It’s true that when he’s opposite Mr Dad, it’s hard on him (see KANK). Maybe that’s part of the picture. It’s difficult to be Big Amitabh’s heir, having to share the name’s fame (I was going to say, the lion's mane).
 
 
And now he’s marrying the world’s eyes, the sun of beauty that shines on Bollywood… Well, it’s funny if you remember his own slight squint, which I think adds to his charm. A man needs a little defect to make him sexy. But here’s where the phenomenon starts. Abhishek is Bollywood looking at itself, in a way. I mean the guy’s got everything. Not that I envy him, on the contrary. I rather think he deals with it well. There’s no egotism (that I can sense) about him. I like his retired nature, his shyness, his “mystery” (inverted commas because everybody’s got a mystery). He’s the one who has to deal with the heritage, but he’s strong enough to shoulder it. He’s looking for his identity, for his originality. Let’s hope he finds it. What is clear is that he has potential lying dormant. We have to hope that somebody one day will throw open that great chest, and make him use whatever masks are hidden in there. Has life had time yet to fill it, well, who knows? But he still needs to forget himself, to look directly at us, at the camera. He needs to act.
 

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Mardi 23 janvier 2007 2 23 /01 /Jan /2007 23:38
   

I’m very enthusiastic about Bollywood actresses, but perhaps not for the reason you imagine. Of course today’s actresses are beautiful, charming, sexy, clever, the whole works. They’re real artists, and they’re real businesswomen! On their (not so frail) shoulders is placed a good deal of the burden of success. But let’s face it, not as much as in a Western film. Anyhow, what for me characterises the queens of Bollywood, the Preity Zintas, the Rani Mukherjees, the Aishwarya Rais, is a deep sense of availability and friendliness. I feel in them at the same time the presence of a woman and of a friend. It’s such a pleasant and rich feeling. You can fall in love with them, of course, but then that love will be filled with a sense of thankfulness. It won’t be a selfish and desperate love. This love will be filled with the wonder of the eyes, the magic of the smiles, the strange longing for softness and clarity, but it will not be destructive or frantic.


                 Juhi_Chawla3.jpg          Neetu Singh


With these actresses, in general (it’s difficult to be objective!) you watch them and pretty soon you feel at ease with them. They are close. They aren’t there to take you by surprise, but on the contrary they give you the best of what they have: a warm presence filled with kindness and that special combination of womanhood and motherhood. Indeed I wouldn’t like to forget such lovely actresses as Khiron Kher and Jaya Bachchan, for example, but that womanhood/motherhood is not restricted to older women. I see it in Rani Mukherjee’s sweet eyes (I remember her in Chalte Chalte), in Preity Zinta’s tears (Kal ho na ho), in Kajol’s seated attitude (Fanaa), in Aishwarya Rai’s embrace (Kuch na kaho), in Madhuri Dixit’s steps (Devdas)…It’s something I see in a woman the minute she’s on the screen: a sense of responsibility, a kindness, that particular poise which reassures and provides stability in life.

 

These Bollywood actresses are the spectator’s friends, and this comes, I believe, from their desire to fill their roles with a sense of their womanhood which is both respectful of its Indian values and willing to transcend the limitations of culture and region, to open on human values. In short, it is the way these actresses perform that makes us feel they are our human sisters. And when I say this, I am thinking about actresses who prefer (together with their directors, I suppose) to use their roles in order to attract the attention on themselves, instead of on the humanity they are a part of. If an actress forgets, and makes us forget she is there on the screen to turn us towards a better humanity, I feel she is no longer my friend. If I am made to want to see her body more than her person, she is no longer my friend. But if she uses her body, her beauty, her charm, as elements of the revelation of our common humanity, then she becomes my friend, and even if I love her, I am not in risk of being focused on the signs only of this revelation. I will first thank her for the revelation.

 

Being an actress in Bollywood films is both a feminist and a creative task: the trend is today towards a “hollywoodisation” of women. Resisting this trend will require a inventiveness and a courage that perhaps will be as great as the one needed to extract women from the ageless Indian alienations. It is not by becoming like Western heroines that Bollywood actresses will help emancipating Indian women. It is on the contrary on focussing on what is truly human in their Indian womanhood.


        

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Jeudi 18 janvier 2007 4 18 /01 /Jan /2007 23:36
Bollywood started for me with a selection of films shown on the French TV two years ago, and I was at first simply curious to discover a new sort of movies. One of them was Mani Ratman’s Dil se, with Manisha Koirala that literally blows up on the screen. Interestingly, I read on Imdb (http://www.imdb.com/) a review of this film that matches almost completely my own. It has been written by Tarynblake: Here it is:
 
This was the first actual Bollywood film I've ever seen. I knew nothing about it going in, other than that it was considered a classic and featured "that Indian guy" (Khan) who shows up in every other film. Needless to say, after I became accustomed to the singing and dancing, I was able to dig in to the film a bit. It got slow at times but I was intensely interested in figuring out what the heck was going on. In the final moments of the film, my friend and I just sat frozen. I've never seen a movie that had singing, dancing, and ended with a bang. Needless to say, I'm hooked on Bollywood and determined to make everyone I know watch this film.” (Dil Se...)
 
 
 
Well, that was my beginning too. That dancing and singing, that vibrant life, those colours, that length of action, when we in the West are accustomed to 1h30 or 2h movies, that display of sentiments in their often exaggerated, or stereotyped fashion, but precisely, this simplification of human psychology somehow attracted me. Strange, isn’t it? Because in fact it also meant what I cannot name otherwise than a more innocent type of cinema, or a more decent, if you get my meaning. It isn’t only a question of Bollywood films being less dirty or violent than Western ones, although that is part of it. There is a kind of freshness in most of these films because they deal with central themes of love, marriage, the family, parents and children relationships, friendship, and the like. These themes are life-themes, if I may say, whereas too many Western themes are death-themes. Or themes in which negativity and hopelessness are given a weight that naturally is more difficult to bear (and are perhaps the signature of a nihilist culture which has refused its former transcendent values?). When I say this, I hope I am not giving in to childishness or naivety: we are talking about an art, and Bollywood is, I believe, more on the side of life and joy than Hollywood.
 
I must also discuss the question of sex, since I think it is not only a question of culture, but also of aesthetic choice. It is of course a question of culture, I am not denying this. But even if the fact that in Bollywood films actors don’t kiss on the mouth, and that skin or love-scenes are hardly seen could pass as prudery and lack of realism, I think it enables the spectator to look at actors in a different way. We all know excellent films in which the deeper exploration of a relationship would be very artificial without a foray into intimacy, and that includes love and sex. But the tendency for money-seeking producers is sometimes (often?) to include sex-scenes in films which would not necessarily need them in terms of aesthetic purpose. And so if certain Bollywood films fall in the trap of using this trick to attract spectators, I think you will agree with me that the best of them don’t. Anyhow, my personal position as spectator is less uncomfortable when watching a Bollywood film, because I feel less a hostage to that sort of manipulation.
 
It might sound difficult, after having read all this, to connect it with Dil se, with which I opened the article. Isn’t that a film about a girl terrorist who has lost all hope, has forsaken all joy in life? Where are the spirit, the humour, the charm that characterise Bollywood so well? Well, perhaps Mani Ratman is rather special (I’m saying after having seen only two of his films, agreed) and not mainstream Bollywood. But Dil se has the vibrant emotionality, the dance, the music, and, yes, the values that I enjoy so much. Of course, there is a lot of trash in Bolly films. But I like to think that this doesn’t counterbalance the fundamental stance according to which the pleasure to be found in cinema is on the side of hope and joy.

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Lundi 15 janvier 2007 1 15 /01 /Jan /2007 22:57

Hi everyone,

I've been a Bollywood fan for some time now, so I thought I would like to share my pleasure with you guys out there who also enjoy Bollywood films and songs. I don't know exactly what I'll do, but one idea will probably be to exchange around films, about film-makers, actors, songs, singers... well, in fact what most people do!
But even though I'm a fan, I won't indulge much in glamourizing and I intend to be rather critical... Well, we'll see.
Let's have fun, and share our impressions and emotions

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