It seldom pokes its nose in politics, economics, or commerce as there are a zillion other sites devoted to them. You feel too stuffed up with serious facts? Come down to this shack. Here is a place to unwind. Here you will get ‘cool’ drinks after a long walk under a scorching sun.
But at times even RRR feels the heat under it. Especially when it hears that an actress big with child has decided to go through her pregnancy pangs under klieg lights.
The whole nine months, the childbirth and the childhood would all be canned for release. A cracker of a movie that would be!
It is good to see ourselves reflected on the eyes of media.
Decades back a rebel leader in South America was shot down by the police. As he was dying on the lap of a journalist, he suddenly clutched the sleeve of the scribe and pleaded: “Please tell them that I said something important when I died.”
At the last moment the rebel leader couldn’t think of some phenomenal statement as his dying remark for the posterity to remember. He assigned the journalist who had all the time in the world to create something good and put it in his mouth. The dying man was seeing his death through the eyes of the camera.
There is nothing wrong if Swetha Menon wanted to etch her motherhood in history with a movie camera. RRR stands for her freedom as an artist and as an individual to choose her path.
So when the baby finally came out I was told that there were four cameras, along with doctors and the director to soak up the blissful expressions of the mother and child. And as I write this piece, the baby is boldly crawling onto the pages of Guinness book under the prying eyes of the media.
One more hurdle to go, that of the censor board, and people from Kasargod to Kanyakumari will soon be treated with the sufferings of woman as she goes through the most glorious period in her life.
It was quite late when the cynics, spoilsports and the jealous joined the party.
After the fashion of Hindu Jagran sena and Taliban movements the moralists cutting across political parties have suddenly come up in arms against the explicit depiction of childbirth in a commercial movie.
“Swetha is selling the honour of woman down the river,” fumes a leader of women’s organization who doesn’t want to reveal her name or her organization’s. “Mothering is an intensively private and sacred affair. To can it and make it into a commercial film is sacrilege.” wail the politicians.
This is not the first time childbirth is explicitly shown in movies, but it is true that from the part of a mainstream Malayalam actress this is pioneering stuff.
Will this movie help people understand the sufferings and sacrifice of a woman as a mother as Swetha has claimed? Can Blessy through this ground-breaking move lift the honour of womanhood even one notch higher?
Blessy, the Columbus. Listen. Let us tell them: why the movie.
Let us stop mixing commerce and values. Let us not mince our words when we make clear that we are only here for the beer. Let them see how the movie has got all its strings firmly tied to the libido of malayalee psyche by now.
People hope that Blessy would can the rest for them. Hence the movie.
We, Malayalees, with our rich imagination are walking photoshops, famous for cropping out the unnecessary, refocusing the unfocussed, and revealing layers how much deeply they are buried. We know what to read closely and what to pass by. You can’t do anything with it when the crude lenses are fitted inside the mind.
Take it from me: if the delivery scenes are shown in the movie as such, nobody would remember seeing a child coming out even after repeated viewings.
The baby will be thrown out with the bathwater, as the saying goes.
In a place where men have already begun to fantasize themselves being turned into Blessy inside an operation theatre watching the unwatchable, (like the Kafkayeske hero who found himself turned into a giant fly one morning), no mother is going to stand a chance against the image of the sexy woman in her with legs wide open.
Now imagine what happens when the child grows up and gets to college. The hottest mms flitting about from mobile to mobile in her campus could be that of her birth. We all become weak when somebody hits out at our mother, right?
Swetha exercised her right as an artist, I am fine with it. But RRR gets a bit confused when it thinks that the child didn’t have much of a choice. It was not asked.
It was simply born as an mms clip.