“The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” – Edmund Burke

True. And good men. That is a term that comes to renewed introspection each and every time some such act is witnessed. Be it in the realm of fiction, or more so when they are the infallible truth. Of course, the latter course always remains more etched, but I would go with fiction in the same breath. Because I believe that what most people dismiss as the ideal, is something more real than what is prescribed by reality. Because when we dabble in what could be done in a particular situation, in a particular way that is right, only then do we know what was not done in that same real situation and what could be done the next time. To convince ourselves that the ideal is always an unattainable untruth and that we are condemned to remain in a tragic reality is something that always keeps the glass half empty.

But then, do we realise that at that very moment, when we shun away the ideal, we do also lift the line on what is good and what is bad. Because the good will always remain an ideal. The good will forever be lost in obscurity. And like the bad-penny realist, we will always come to grips with the term that everything is grey. We can change colours, but we can never really change our mindset now can we?

But I also do admit that being an idealist is difficult. Because when we try to convince others of the utopia that we so badly think is necessary, we necessarily become lanterns that need to light the road for others. And to burn oneself all the time is indeed a painful task. Much rather be the people who just want the light to go to where we want to go. Or better still forget everything and stay rooted to the same spot like an inanimate object.

And the reality does teach us how to come to grips with mostly everything. Even so that when we actually see some good thing happening, we coolly declare, “God did it!” But hold the phone just one second here – did God not send a human being to do what He wanted to do? Didn’t God ask Noah to save mankind from the great flood? Did not God ask Moses to help his flock cross the Red Sea and save themselves from Genocide? Did not God send down the Pandavas to clean up the mess on the earth? Who were these people? God’s chosen ones I suppose… And what if they said, “Fuck you, I’m going to do my own thing. I give a damn about the rest!” But they didn’t, did they? After all that long speech and rhetoric about ‘free will’, do you expect a sinner like me to believe that they had no say in the matter?

I just presume that they realised what was right and what was wrong. They found the line. And they did it. Oskar Schindler. He’s the man. Take him as an example. Or maybe even the Bielski brother. What in the name of your so called sitting on a cloud with a harp in his hand God did they have going on in their head? Why on earth did they do what they did? I don’t believe they ever went to sit on Mt Sinai. I don’t believe they were given a management speech by Lord Krishna. I don’t believe they found the voice of God beating about the bush in their heads. No, I believe that they did it because they knew what was right and what was wrong. And they decided that the right would lead them to one thing and the wrong to a deepening worse.

And it is the right in this reality that leads us to utopia, an ideal world. You may say I am a dreamer, but I hope I am not the only one. And only if you join me, only then can the world live as one. Else we will all want a bigger share of the apple pie. I know that nothing that is going on today is even remotely pointing to the fact that the world is ever going to live as one, but either we decide to bite the bullet and get on with nothing, or we try and see how we can have a better tomorrow. For that too we have to bite the bullet, but not to digest it, to chew through it, and keep chewing it like gum. When the taste dissolves off, then we spit it out and put in another. We need to keep working at it. No miracle is going to happen. Nobody will play the harp from above. Let’s just give a damn and I am sure that we can get somewhere with this whole thing.

Why am I giving his huge speech? What made me rut off like that? I watched Tears of the Sun. And I realised that it is time we give a damn instead of just following what we are told and what we already know. If you think you want to join the millions like me, you can watch it to. Else just watch it for Bruce Willis and Monica Belluci, and also for the fascinating music by Hans Zimmer.

It’s just a thought.

The Pledge, the Turn and The Prestige

“The first part of a magic trick is to show your audience an object... otherwise known as the Pledge. Then you make it disappear, in magical parlance known as the Turn. But that does not interest people and they don’t clap just as yet. The trick really is to bring the object back. That is when the audience goes mad with ecstasy. This part of a magic trick is known as the Prestige.”

Well, I must admit that these are not exactly the words used by Michael Caine when the movie begins, but this I must say is how I sum up this movie when the whole show comes to an end.

At one point of my life, I was heavily into the X-Men and least to add to it, into Hugh Jackman. He was just not the Wolverine for me, he was a showman. How else could you explain the weird horn shaped hairdo and the no-start, no-end beard – and yet be called the sexiest man alive? I always remember telling people that it takes a Hugh Jackman to pull off a Wolverine. Not because he is someone every man on this planet would want to look like, but because he can pull it off. For Christ’s sake, he pulled off everything right in the X-Men Origins: Wolverine. That movie was a crap duster, but somehow, as always, he made it work.

And it was around the same time that I also came to know of this movie, called The Prestige, in which Hugh Jackman played one of the principal characters. Then came our Indian saga, Ghajini, and it was at that time that I came to know about Memento, and consequently, Christopher Nolan. I had seen Batman Begins, but heck, at that time it was all about Batman. I loved that movie, but still, I was more interested in Bruce Wayne starting off as the Batman. And then I managed to see Memento and I was completely blown away. I could never believe that someone could write a script like that and carry it off with such conviction. Truth be told, Ghajini helped.

And of course, I always had a special affection for Christian Bale and Michael Caine. He had after all played my most favourite superhero, Batman and Alfred was the kind of guide that I always wanted in my life. Someone who could always tell me “I told you so”, but yet when the time actually came to tell me that, he’d say, “Today, I don’t want to tell you that!”

And slowly, the pledge was made – everything that was needed to start off finally came into play and I managed to watch The Prestige.

Now to cut the long story short, the Turn was amazing. It was a bloody visual spectacle. And it is by no means a very simple story to show. There is just not one turn in this movie, there are many. The characters, the presenters, the whole goddamned show, it is a whole cascade of turns. And that is why I need to mention that no other director but Christopher Nolan could do justice to this movie. Because he knows how to juggle a storyline, juggle it so well that it all fits into place at the end. His non-linear story progression is a must when making a complex movie like The Prestige. And it is only through these means that the audience can realise the pledge at the end of the movie. Otherwise, it is all a waste.

And what a prestige it was! When it finally came way in the end, it just jolted you out of your senses. The magic trick that Christopher Nolan had planned was now complete. All the while, as you were wondering what happens where and which piece of the puzzle appears where, it just seems to darned simple at the end. And the whole historical acumen with which this movie was made, it was completely unbelievable.

And where would this movie be without Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale and Michael Caine. Each one of these actors were absolutely mesmerising in their efforts. And the counteracted their characters with precision – particularly in the case of Jackman and Bale. One was the showman who was just a magician, and the other was the wizard who could not present his case. One was a Lord, playing under a different name to uphold his family’s honour, the other a simple working class commoner. It was such a wonderful feeling to see such performances on celluloid, such honestly in performances, at a time when everything that we see is ‘abracadabra’. To be honest actors playing magicians is by itself a task, but to play them so truthfully and yet deceive, that is the prestige.

At any rate, I do not think that we shall ever yet see another movie like this in a long time, not even if the whole combination repeats itself. Movies like these are made once in a lifetime, and though I will eagerly away Nolan’s next movie, hopefully a Batman one, I know that he will never be able to make what he did. To say that watching this movie was a magical experience, would just be an understatement.

Abracadabra!