I watched a movie today called Padmaavat. I will be honest, I would not have watched the movie by myself ever, I lack the guts to do it. I hate any kind of violence on screen (and to an extent, in books too). It is something I have tried to tackle and I am getting better at it (I think). I don’t run away from the room when I don’t want to see something, just bending my head down and closing my eyes gives me the solace I seek.
When I was younger, I never could watch any of the popular action movies because I absolutely hated the blood, gore and fights and violence that occupied a large part of screen-time. More than anything, I hated violence in those movies (and this included even seemingly non-violent allusions). I have never been a fan of suspense movies, especially those where you know it is all going to turn out bad but it is still a suspense.
I remember how many of those kind of movies used to come on TV. The promos all used to end the same way— “…thiraikku vandhu sila maadhangalae aana, super hit thiraipadam” (the super hit film which hit the screens only a few months back). Pardon my very mediocre translation skills. They used to have a popular hero (or rather a popular hero who was slowly losing popularity as a result of acting in a set of back to back ‘flop’ films), have unnecessary ‘masala’, absurd storylines and also, the heavy dose of high-maintenance masculinity and sexism. Sigh, bad days.
My parents used to watch these movies– they came during the weekends and were our primary source of entertainment. And I remember, how whenever a fight sequence came on, I used to run to the bedroom. When the villain climbed into his absurd jeep, carrying an equally absurd weapon, my sense of self-preservation would rule supreme and make me resort to the comforts of my room. I was poked fun quite a lot for it, my parents used to tell me that it was just acting, that they were all actors playing a part. They told me about how the gun was not real, how the sickle was just cardboard, and how the blood was ketchup (I know they are not exactly the correct materials, but to my parents’ credit, they tried). For some time, it seemed to help. All I had to do was tell myself that the person being killed was actually very much alive and this was all unreal. But it wasn’t easy, I soon went back to my older state.
I was slightly ‘better’ by then. I could watch those scenes in movies by closing my eyes shut and folding my ears and covering them properly, to have a wall of cartilage and hand in front of the earhole. And what progress it was, to go from running away to staying put. But nevertheless the taunts and jibes continued. It only made me more apprehensive of even watching such films. I would never watch them alone but watching them with company made me a point of ridicule. People are insensitive, they sometimes don’t understand (it’s okay, I am that way too). Maybe it is not a conscious thing, sometimes you just don’t get why something so obvious to you was not the same for someone else.
I remember this one time I watched a somewhat violent movie with a friend. She really wanted me to watch it with her. In her words, she was like “I want to introduce you to these things so you can become more tolerant of them. Don’t live in your little ignorant bubble of Disney and CGI animated short films”. Needless to say, that really hit home. I do not like being called ‘ignorant’. All my life I have strived to make myself less ignorant. And I had tried constantly to expose myself to such movies. I was still not fond of them but I was making progress. But would I pay money to go and watch such a film in the theatre? I most likely won’t. Hence, it must be no surprise that most of the movies I have watched in the theatres were comedies/animated/romance/<insert any non-violent genre>.
Most of my friends could never understand why I was so intolerant of those scenes in movies. They never understood, and most of the time I was faced with a lot of judgement. Again, I don’t want to villainise them. It is human to not understand and to judge, but that does not take away from the fact that I felt hurt and actually a little afraid of showing my true feelings about anything. Once you know that a person could judge you, especially a person who you do care about, you want to subdue huge aspects of your personality that you worry the other person might judge you for.
Why am I saying all this here? The movie Padmaavat was a good movie– had brilliant visuals, a fairly good plot, and a pretty neat execution (ah, look at me being snobby and discussing films like I know anything at all about them). But there was violence, some explicitly stated, some very subtle, some allusions. Overall, there were many parts that made me really anxious, I could hear my own heart (in a way) and I was constantly under stress to be able to deal with any sudden violence.
We watched it in a classroom, my friends and I. The classroom had a projector, a screen, and good overhead speakers. Overall I had a good theatre-like experience (minus the really tasty popcorn Sathyam Cinemas has). But what really got to me was how I could feel the judgement whenever I reacted to the violence. When I closed my eyes or bent my head down, I was immediately reacted to. There was some anger (whether it was in jest or not, my sleepy self right now or then never could decipher), some exasperation, lots of judgement, and most importantly, the whole episode left me feeling the inexplicable feeling of inadequacy, of being somewhat less than (surprise surprise, when do I not?). It also takes me back to the evening, when a friend in jest said that I was too insecure.
Funnily though, I know I am insecure. I am not comfortable with myself, with what I think, what I believe in, with how I behave or with anything at all related to me. I am an extremely insecure person, and also a supremely critical and judgemental ass (towards myself more than others, I think). I did not like it when one of my friends commented that I should only watch Disney movies (it was in jest, but it took me back to those earlier memories). When one of my friends felt that I was being a stupid, dumb person (I don’t recall exact words, just the meaning), I found myself really wishing for some kind of sensitivity, of understanding.
To be honest, I don’t know why exactly I wished and thought that would happen. I know people are judgemental. People who knew me for years judged me for my behaviour. I know these people for only a small duration of a few months (how much like those movies that came on TV! But hopefully, these won’t ‘flop’). But nevertheless, I walked away quite frustrated and angry. Not very pretty aspects of my personality, I agree. But to ignore them would make me the exact same ignorant person I tried not to be, won’t it?
And that’s my memory for the day.