The secret life of a movie buff and his confessions!

Before I charge ahead with my thoughts, there’s this haunting secret I wish to share. This may sound absolutely hideous to some and downright delightful to others. Either way, I have decided to unload the burden off my chest.  

I am a huge, huge ‘movie buff’. You don’t blink?! That’s good.

If there’s an interesting English movie playing on the small screen, come rain or hailstorm, I stay glued to it without granting any privilege of the remote to others. Earlier, countless battles have ensued with family members. But most of them were foiled with a raised eyebrow or a needle-slit stare. Conversely, there  were times, when I relinquished the seat too! Those, of course, were perilous instances, where the other party emitted a high-pitched war cry and sought my blood.

On a more serious note, I am yet to comprehend this massive pull towards the cinema. In fact, ‘Movies’ seem to permeate my blood so much that at times I sneak out of the house on the pretext of going to work and end up munching popcorn in a theatre. I don’t blame my parents for this kind of an upbringing. Neither do I blame myself for turning out this way. If ever I have to blame anyone, it would be directors Steven Spielberg, James Cameron, Christopher Nolan, Quentin Tarantino  and the likes.

These guys are crazier than they come. Seen Avatar? What the devil got into James Cameron to shoot a movie like that? Navi tribe, inter planetary treks and the exotic flora and fauna that pervades the foreign terra firma, all these can make your brain go defunct with exhaustive information or inexpressible bliss. Spielberg is no less a giant either. Jurassic Park, Twister, Catch Me if You Can… sometimes, his thread of successes stretches longer than the imagination. Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, Kill Bill and others have a certain shock value and go on to create a niche in the mind.

However, there’s one notable feature about these topnotch directors, they know how to grill their steak to the viewers taste. Then they keep the supply steady so you don’t starve but instead graduate to become a monster ‘Sofa Spud’ of the big screen.

With the director’s reputation preceding the movie, I viewed Christopher Nolan’s ‘Interstellar’. With all the hype of planetary travels and movie moghuls hailing the flick to the skies, my expectations were floating among the stars.

But, as far as I am concerned, the movie bombed. I don’t give a dime to what the outside world thinks. For me, the idea of relocation of human race to other planets is in itself a far-fetched idea. That too through a wormhole makes the story less credible. 

However, the sinking feeling comes more from a gloomily and pathetically executed direction. Though the actors were of repute, they had staid and lackluster roles. Then, why in the hell is the public proceeding in droves to watch it? Why?! Either they haven’t understood the movie the first time or they get a kick from being called ‘The Intelligentsia’ that cracked the code. 

Anyway, the flick may get amazing revenues, but it can never get my appreciation. Period. “Sorry Nolan, but that’s the truth”.