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Thursday, April 26, 2012

iART: AN ACTOR

For some being a professional actor is simply a job just like being an accountant, an engineer, a doctor and so forth.  For other hard boiled brains, being a professional actor is a lifestyle, something that seeps into their personal lives even after the camera has turned off.  Many say a brilliant actor is a schizophrenic. Someone who embodies his/her character to such extent that it becomes almost impossible to differentiate between the actor and the character.

I am not sure if I'll be diagnosed as a schizophrenic if I confess that I am a pathological liar, I pretend to be someone else for most of my day and I enjoy doing that.  I don't lie to gain an advantage which is the known and accepted purpose of lying.  A person lying for no apparent advantage is considered either a stupid or insane.  But there is another reason to lie which is, at its core, the most elemental of all reasons.  Lying is pretending to be someone who you are not.  And isn't this acting?   The ace actor Naseeruddin Shah stated "everyone is born with myriad of abilities, not just acting, but many other.  Over time, we lost that ability but that doesn't mean we never had it."  I have to second that point.  In younger, more volatile, years, we all lied that we've been studying like we were supposed to when we were simply watching porn.  Essentially, we were pretending to be someone else when we were a completely different person. We were acting.   For most, this joy of acting disappears with age as the environment and the surroundings take over.  

Only two kinds of people stay connected with this dreadful habit.  Let's talk about the first kind.  People who are born in environment and family structures with history in acting usually have the support to pursue a career in acting.  Their upbringing is steered around the performing arts.  Such people become actors from outside in.

The second kind are those for whom acting offers solace.  If we think about it lying, if committed consistently, has the ability to incarnate a new personality.  Lie that you are a writer, then back that lie with bogus evidences (more lies), keep stacking onto those bogus elements, and for this one person, you become a writer. This one person has no idea that you are a boring financial analyst in some blood sucking consulting firm and not some struggling writer with the next demented idea for a film.  The solace lies in the fact that by lying, or acting, one can escape the harsh reality or a reality that is not in sync with its wants.   If a reality isn't pleasing enough, create your own.  For severe cases, it become mental disorder. For minor cases, it leads to acting.  Such people become actors from inside out.  Needless to say, the two kinds might have overlap cases as well. But those should be rare since a person belonging to a filmmaker's family, which is affluent, has no major reason to seek escapism from reality!

Having said what an actor is, one must understand there is a major difference between an actor and a professional actor.  An actor is a sense of inner satisfaction.  It is a slick art of embodying another personality with carefully structured lies.  The purpose of lies could simply be an entertaining and/or educational presentation or, as mentioned earlier, an escapist's route.  Whatever, an actor is an actor for itself.  But a professional actor is anything but simply an actor.  The main responsibility of a professional actor is simply to use his/her "actor" to convey the writer's/director's vision to the audience. Nothing more, nothing less.  It is a job of communication.  A bad actor becomes a hurdle between the vision and presentation because it stands out as an actor.  A good actor simply disappears.  Just like a good lie, which simply makes the truth disappear. 

Sunday, April 15, 2012

iREVIEW: The Cabin in the Woods

Starring Kristen Connolly, Chris Hemsworth, Jesse Williams, Anna Hutchison, Fran Kranz and Richard Jenkins. Written by Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard. Directed by Drew Goddard.

The Cabin in the Woods, from the trailers itself, seemed a very different sort of horror film to begin with.  Therefore, the expectations have to be higher than usual.  The first good move by the filmmakers is they make no bones about the fact that the film is way more than just a retreat-turns-to-a-nightmare slasher saga. We know if the first scene is not about some youngsters packing up for a trip but rather a bunch of scientist talking about their secretive and crucial project, then the film is not about the cabin either.

In fact, the film is not a horror film also.  Yes, it does have a few scream moments planted far in between, but they aren't the highlight.  The film is actually about this unbelievable experiment, the "puppeteer" scientists, the process of conducting the experiment and lastly the boys and girls stuck in the cabin.  In this film, you scream, you laugh and you drop your jaw at more than several instances.

If we stack all the turns and twists of the film on one another, we do realize that this film is a baby of a mind that has been craving to produce something crazy at an incomprehensible level.  If you think about the secret task (not experiment mind it) and the purpose of the task (which is revealed at the end), you'd understand that when it comes to free thinking, audience can accept anything as far as it is entertaining.

Whenever I write a review, I am usually concerned with the underlining themes stacked in layers atop each layer and I love to peel them one by one.  But this can only be done once the adrenaline of the movie has settled and you are all set for analysis.  In this film, and I'll be honest, there is no underlining theme or message or anything of that sort.  This film is simply a testament to the fact that entertainment can find its place on such dizzying heights of free thinking that you get a new dimension to writing, if you are a writer. You get a new dimension of experience, if you an audience.  Well, is this the message?

**** / *****

Sunday, April 1, 2012

iART: First Impression

[As this day marks the beginning of another sequential posts (the other being iREVIEW in which I simply give my movie reviews assuming that you have already viewed it), I ponder on a miserable and perplexing point of initiality.  Art is such a vast subject.  It's boundaries cannot be fathomed, they can only be realized.  It's rules cannot be followed, they can only be defied to create new ones.  So I start with an appropriately titled episode "First Impression" which is a mere conglomeration of all the thoughts emanating from within me as I think about iART.]

What is an Artist? What makes for an Artist? What do you need to be one? Artist has two divisions of creativity within him (masculine gender is used for simplicity only!): the art, and the craft.  If and only if these two factors are developed within a human, only then he can be considered as an artist.  An artist without any art is simply a mimicry craftsmen. Obviously, mimicry craftsmen only exist in theory for a simple reason that a skilled craftsmen (in turn unskilled craftsmen don't exist either!) acquires that skill partially from "the art" section of his consciousness.  A prospective craftsmen can learn all the nuances as an inheritance during his developing years which makes his craft so vuluptuously intricate, but he must add a new definition to what he already has on hand to carry down the legacy of his forefather's craftsmenship.  This new definition is he himself, his stamp, his art. Without this art, he is merely a mimicry craftsmen.  All he can do is mimic the craftsmenship he inherited and mass produce it.  His production is an art but he is not an artist.

The exact opposite of mimicry craftsmen is an artist without a craft, who is not an artist to begin with. An artist is a source and a medium of art. The source is the art itself, the medium is the craft. Great Indian lyricist and poet Javed Akhtar said [paraphrase] "Life is a double lane road. One lane is worldly, which takes you away from yourself and closer to relationships, materialism and pleasures of tangible and emotional stimuli. This is the easiest route and hence is favored by the society.  The other lane, the treacherous one, is full of aloneness, self understanding and one is afforded no solace of being attached to anyone or being of value to the world. This is the lane to yourself." The second lane is  life itself and life is not a double lane road, it only seems as one.  A person who can access the lane to himself can access the art.  Art frees you from the world, makes you honest, gives you the courage to be yourself, encourages you to raise your voice, lets you appreciate your space in this world. Art is everything that YOU are.  As perplexing this statement might sound, if one looks around and simply measures his life for a moment, he will know if he has the access to his art or not with as simplicity.  Most of us, shockingly, simply walk down the easy lane. We have access to everything around us but have no understanding of ourselves. It's mind boggling that how we can say we love a person more than ourselves, when we don't even know if we love ourselves or not.  An artist is not a narcissist, he simply exists with complete realization of himself and his presence. He thoroughly understands all the qualities that emanate from him and their effects on the world. 

When you understand the aloneness, that art within you, the urge to appreciate the vastness around you is immeasurable. Why wouldn't it be? This is the first time you are an audience to the reality and not a mere participant.  The reality is so colorful, not just beautiful, so full of different shades, the ups and the downs, the hills and the valleys, the fragrances.  How can you not appreciate it? And if you decide that you will acquire a medium (a painting, writing, singing, etc.) to present your appreciation, you become an artist.  An artist who keeps the art to himself isn't benefitting anyone in this world, including himself.  His appreciation must be heard and applauded and realized for the world to have a meaning.  An artist must access himself, and then have a medium to show everything he realized to everyone who didn't.