Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Wednesday Post: Another depressing day dawns...

Another day, another round of depressing articles about Jiah Khan. Poor thing. Her death has made the international press circuit, which means her final filmi role is as entertainment column filler from Auckland to Washington.

Some of the better pieces to emerge today are this one from the Times Group.

Jiah recently signed a three-film deal with Ratan Jain's son-in-law Siddharth, hoping to get third time lucky. According to Siddharth, what was noticeably different about Jiah was her unwillingness to compromise. "Money was never on her mind when she met for narrations. Let's say she was creatively inclined. But she was also very, very choosy about her roles." In Bollywood parlance, an actress who has no work has no right to be picky about her films. Despite the mounting odds, Jiah held on to hope with alarming naivete.

And this one from Khalid Mohamed in the Asian Age.

Clearly, she wasn’t a bimbette. Extremely well-read, the late English writer Bruce Chatwin was her inspiration. She gifted me Chatwin’s In Patagonia, with an inscription asking me to check out a few lines she had marked in gel ink. The lines, she said, were her life-wish, a utopia: “I pictured a low timber home with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.”

And one more from Lakshmi Chaudhry at Firstpost.

The reality is that the film industry disproportionately attracts fragile young women with severely low esteem who seek redemption in stardom. Like moths to the flame, they flock to a profession that is brutally competitive and punitive on their ego, treating them instead as easily substitutable bodies to be used and discarded — unless they turn out to be the rare chosen few who win the celebrity game. The real tragedy is that the number of Jiahs is rising with each passing year in a nation held hostage to Bollywood which now defines everything from our clothes to our aspirations. We imitate our stars and encourage our young children to do the same, be it jiggling to Chammak Challo or aspiring to be the next Katrina Kaif. Perhaps it takes a Jiah Khan to remind us of the high price of our infatuation with fame.

Aamir and Kiran Rao stopped by to pay their respects... one wishes Kiran had been able to reach out to Jiah earlier. I think they would have had a lot to talk about.


In less depressing news, Madhuri and Juhi reunite for a press meet.


Yograj Bhatt has been tapped to direct a film for a "corporate" in Bollywood, which should be interesting. I wonder how his style will mesh with the slick B-town corporate style.


Trailer for Enemmy, the tag line of which SHOULD read: "All of FG's favorite actors... and a pity role Mithun's son, who is conveniently barely pictured in the trailer."


Song trailer from Policegiri... but wait. Just WAIT until about 1:20... match made in dancing heaven.


1 comment:

luscious-words said...

Wow! Enemmy has a great cast. I think I'm going to be checking that one out.

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