I fell sick last night abruptly. After
brainstorming for a while I realized the reason for my suffering came from
watching a movie that morning. Sounds strange, isn't it? But true. I watched a
movie made in pure south Indian style, which had a bountiful of drama that
killed me bit by bit both mentally and physically. Going by its meaningless
story-line, irrelevant characters, unorthodox dialogues made me quiet exhaustive
for the day and took me two days to feel normal again. And not to mention its inconclusive climax daunted me twice in my dreams. Initially, I was a bit
surprised by the fact weather a movie can make one sick, but then I concluded
its possibility when finally my friend too fell sick later by the other movie. He too was tormented brutally by a cinematic
influence on his mind. Thanks to directors for that matter.
I may be so hard on with this
description of movies, yet it is only because I’m still a movie-goer, still
like spending time in watching movies. Not a die-hard fan of movies though. I
make it to a point that the cinema making today has shrunk to different level,
to a different approach, to a different intention of direction and productions,
where the difference has struck to just film making, not to provide
entertainment. Entertainment which is the very need for the audience went
missing or long forgotten by the filmmakers. I’m not proclaiming at any point
how a film should be made, nor do I know anything regarding that. As a layman I
seek entertainment, at least much worth the ticket price I paid for, if not
less to it. Yet I seek not as a way of risking to ruin my mental exhilaration nor
do I wish to deteriorate the thoughts I preserve. Nor I want to let them
prevail in my dreams.
Wishing to grant entertainment in movies, I
now sign off!
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