The hope I see rising is in the internet – the fact that more of us are becoming aware that we have been asleep and fed stories and these symbols which we adopted in our behaviour patterns can be changed. Even bigger is the number of films which do not succumb to the big machine and all of its fabrication. Then there are the actors and actresses who are individually participating in this change. The light lies in not buying a television and in watching a film when you really feel it will inspire you. I like the feeling of letting the film come to you. Often the right ones do find you and change you, nourish you, moulding a new notion about existence or an aspect of who you are or can be. Continue reading
I none of these people really know other people exist because in their human experience they themselves truly believe they are great celebrities they themselves are just as deluded as the people who follow them. The crazed fan is as crazy as the celebrity who signed off their soul to the entertainment machine. The machine keeps spinning more stories and trends and ways of keeping the fantasy going because humans are so easily controlled by the illusion they are truly being portrayed and reflected in the box they call T.V. Continue reading
I really felt sad about the people affected by his actions. I think that is fucked up. It’s a fact that they get caught up in a web of the paparazzi waiting to ask questions or, if he has kids, the rumours in the playground. But what is that compared to going through a difficult childhood – an experience most people sadly have in common – or being called black when you are five years old by white kids when you know that you’re complexion is actually brown, and these fucking colour-blind racist kids still keep on calling you black? I call all of this stereotyping another problem created by the entertainment industry! Racist individuals are only colour-blind and therefore ignorant of other colours. Continue reading
Talking of perception, it’s funny how I seemed to drift from the story, but it will all make sense in the end. Now back to the Curzon cinema. The big photo moment finished and all the human celebrities were going down the steps toward where the less illustrious common individuals were – myself and my good friend Jothi, and some other adults whom I did not know but I assumed to be cinema-goers, not to mention the usual behind-the-counter people like the guy who was selling us our tickets. The main thing that struck me from the experience wasn’t the fact that there might be a chance of being starstruck – I really don’t roll like that. It was how on their way down each of these people walked on by towards the venue in one of the rooms hired at the Curzon and the main one I remember looking at was Ralph. I mean, we aren’t acquainted and neither am I a fan, although I have been aware of his work and his style of acting.
As we walked down the stairs and these people took their photos, I recall, some security person asked us to put our cameras away. It was actually my friend with his iPhone. I honestly couldn’t be bothered: it was my day off, I had just handed over my son to his dad for the weekend. I’d met up with some friends earlier, had a bit of wine, was in a good mood and life is too short in my book to even try see these people as shining stars. Peter Pan seems to me more real and has been more of a role model than the make-believe they seem to put out there these days.
I want to recount an event that happened late autumn last year. It was Saturday, early evening, and I had arranged to meet a really good friend of mine to go to the cinema. We decided we were going to see “We Need To Talk About Kevin”.
The meeting was arranged for 7.30 or so but my friend Jothi was running late. I waited at the Curzon in Soho by the entrance, and there seemed to be a lot of commotion going on – two security men dressed in black, red carpet, cars with chauffeurs stopping very quickly to let some person come out, strike a pose and then rush in to the star entrance. There were photographers standing outside the venue and I waited nearby the commotion for my friend.