I miss the old days of real cinema, when computers were not part of the
film making process.
I am getting a little tired of being asked to enjoy the graphics in a
movie. Sure, they are amazing, what you see in 3D these days. The graphics will
keep getting better. But give me old world cinema with much dialogue, the
montages, the simple editing and smart camera angles any day. The more
technology advances, the more I realize how much old world I am.
So the other day I had a bad mood day and went to watch Life of Pi,
because everyone said I just had to watch it. One of the lenses of my 3D
glasses had fallen off. Even if they hadn’t, I would still have gotten bored. I
got thoroughly bored watching that movie. There, I said it. I haven’t read the
book, so it isn’t my traditional dislike of movies that are based on books. Richard
Parker is good, no doubt. But to me, the movie was way too artificial for it to
stay on in my mind after I left the theatres. Sure, I agree that without the help of
technical wizardry, the film couldn’t have been made, not with that kind of
story. But there is nothing moving about computer generated shipwrecks and
struggling tigers. No sir, that don’t impress me much. I am happy to be in the
era of The Artist and Cinema Paradiso.
Today, being in another of those many moods, I decided I had to see
mountains and animals. Having heard the Tamil film Kumki was good, I bought
myself a ticket and settled in, nearly squealing with joy that there were no
screaming kids in the entire row! (A whole different post on kids in public
places, I must write.) There was a couple eating popcorn noisily, but that was
ok. Given my jinxed histories, as long as I cannot see a kid in my immediate
line of sight, I shall be happy.
So Kumki was a film I had heard the songs of and quite liked. The
story is of a mahout and his elephant going to a village to deal with a lone
tusker that is causing havoc in the fields and killing people. The mahout, a
handsome Vikram Prabhu, falls in love with the headman’s daughter and stays on,
even though his elephant isn’t trained to be the kinds that can chase away a wild
lone tusker. So the story goes on.
I thought the cinematography was pretty good. But then, show me green
dense forests and many shots of tall mountains and I will love the whole film. The
village is planted in a valley and is surrounded by the most gorgeous
mountains. The shots of the forests are picture postcard perfect, with sunbeams
falling in through the trees and the water in little streams glistening like
silver fish. Shots of the skies are shot in HD format, I thought. I don’t care
much for those kinds of photographs, the colours are too enhanced for my taste.
Kumki is quite a good film, overall. The hero is nice eye candy and the
little village love story is rather cute. Unlike most Tamil films, there is no
separate comedy track, which is a relief. The pace is rather slow; but the
songs are catchy. Towards the end, it falters and stumbles. SPOILER ALERT: The
whole movie builds up to an event where the tame city elephant is supposed to
drive away or kill the lone tusker. The fight, when it happens, last all of
less than five minutes and is computer generated. Which is fine, I wouldn’t
have wanted them to hurt a real elephant but the graphics aren’t exactly the
best in the market. After the lush green fields and clouds kissing mountains,
the fight, with swift editing and on slippery mud, provides a very jarring
effect. That spoiled it for me.
I am the sort of person that bawls at the slightest hint of an animal
being hurt in a film. I never watch dog movies, because the dogs always die and
I weep endlessly. I like my animals alive and happy at the end of stories. Which
is never the case. Which is why I never watch animal movies. With Kumki, though
the animal-human bonding is shown beautifully, when the killer fight does take
place, there isn’t any time to feel sorry for the hurt animal. Plus with the
graphics in place, I wasn’t moved at all. SPOILER ALERT: So when the lone
tusker is pushed off the edge and then Manickam, the tame one, extends a hand
to the mahout before it falls on its side, shedding a few tears before it dies, I was not touched. I did not even get misty eyed.
It must have been the graphics. The movie stops short of being really
good. I would watch it again for the mountains, the Jog Falls
and sunbeams spilling in through the trees. But to hand it to the director, the ending didn’t
have the threads neatly tied up and presented to the audience as a going away
gift. I quite liked that.
Now I am thinking of mahouts and their relationship with their
elephants. Sometimes, they grow up together, I hear. The Jenu Kuruba tribe in
Kodagu is good at this. The last time I was home, there was a sports day for
the elephants at the Dubare camp. Before every command, I saw the mahout and
his helper repeatedly touch the elephant’s forehead and legs, respectively, and
say a quick, silent prayer. The elephants are mild creatures, most times, but
the men are always in danger. I found the mutual trust and respect
heartwarming.
That leads me to another story. But that is for another day now.
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