My introduction to the world of cinema

Whoosh, time sure does fly. When I think back to my childhood years, between 5 to 10, most of it seems a bit fuzzy. Random fragments of memories and experiences, nothing too solid really, except for movies. I grew up in this tiny town in the countryside of Bangalore, seriously so small you'd miss it if you blinked. And by small, I mean the headcount barely reached triple digits (spoiler alert: it's not that tiny anymore), the town didn't have much happening, so in the ample time available post-school, I found my escape in movies and sports.

My go-to pastime was watching movies on cable, the selection was somewhat limited, mostly local Kannada channels. But boy, did I binge on those Kannada flicks from the 80s and 90s. I must have devoured hundreds of them, easily. And I've got to tell you, I genuinely believe that the best Kannada cinema was created between the 70s to the late 90s. Sadly, the golden age seems to have passed, with just a few exceptions standing out in the current scene.

It’s been ages since I have seen the old flicks, but here are a few of my favorites from the top of my head.

Yaaru tiliyaru ninna bhuja balada parakrama
— Babaruvahana

I was 10 when we got a cable upgrade. I was surfing through a trove of new channels, and that's when I happened upon an English movie that was larger than life – quite literally, thanks to the ginormous animals it featured. Even though I didn't catch a word they were saying, I couldn't peel my eyes away. There I was, bawling my eyes out for an ape that took a fall from a skyscraper. I mean, I'd never seen anything quite like it, the sheer scale of it, the incredibly realistic creatures... I just fell in love. That was Peter Jackson´s King Kong, my introduction to Hollywood movies. For the next few years, my days were filled with fictional worlds from movies like Back to the Future, Jurassic Park, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Narnia, James Bond, Pirates of the Caribbean... you name it. They were on a continuous loop at my place.

King Kong (2005), Directed by Peter Jackson

It's been an amazing journey of 17 years since my introduction to world cinema. Looking back, I'm truly grateful for having experienced such remarkable films throughout this period, from indie to Persian, French to Korean, and South East Asian to the rest of the world. 

Once you overcome the 1-inch tall barrier of subtitles, you will be introduced to so many more amazing films.
— Bong Joon-Ho

Love to end this with a quote from Hossein Sabzian, in Close-Up Long Shot (Mamhoud Chokrollahi & Moslem Mansouri, 1996), which eloquently encapsulates my passion and fascination for films - I don´t know why, but I feel deeply connected with every aspect of this statement. I couldn't have put it better myself. See for yourself:

“I let my love for cinema destroy my life... but I’m still always eager to see a good film. It’s not important who made it. Just seeing it is the important thing. The cinema lost me my job. It robbed me of my life... my social identity. But even now, just one good film and I eagerly turn back to cinema.

If I had the money, I might, for example, like Peter Falk, buy kites so I wouldn’t grow up. The cinema. Whenever I see a film, I dissolve myself in it... to such an extent that I reach the bottom. I fade out and perhaps... I get lost in it. And this has played an essential role in my life.

Cinema is important to me. It’s like a prism. A good film... is part of my life. With every good film I see, I feel reborn. It feels as if I made it myself, as if it were my creation. I identify with the director. I identify with the actors. I feel attuned and in harmony with the atmosphere of the film. I feel as if it’s my story. That’s how films carry me away. That’s why they’ve become my obsession.

If I didn’t have to live in society, I’d seek shelter in the mountains and live all by myself. If I didn’t have to go on living, and were courageous enough, I’d have liked to be hanged from the beams of cinema. If I had the courage to protest... I would use filmmaking as a tool to fight all injustice.”

— Hossein Sabzian in Close-Up Long Shot (Mamhoud Chokrollahi & Moslem Mansouri, 1996).


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