Into the Nude
So we watched “Boys don’t cry” in class today. Great movie. Probably only two others in the class felt the same.
No, I don’t disregard the taste of the general public, but their reaction to nudity. Especially of those I have come across. Maybe to say that general public doesn’t react properly to nudity is stereotyping. But then unfortunately it is quite true, the section of the population who are mature film audiences are those you would find in film festivals and those who constantly download new films to watch. They don’t boo at nudity. They don’t squirm in their seats. They don’t laugh. They don’t make silly noises. No. They watch in the acceptance that it is only natural and human. Their acceptance lifts them over their lives, their culture, their geographical stereotypes and closed doors. I respect them for that.
Nudity isn’t taboo, I would say. It has just come to be formatted into different moulds. Showing a girl in skimpy wet clothes doesn’t provoke as much squirmy reaction as two people kissing passionately. A friend of mine and me often remain awestruck on how beautiful nude photography is. The way a human body is photographed, so beautifully, so subtle in its essence and delivering a sense of peace. When an extraordinary one becomes the wallpaper of his phone, you can see people look disgusted when they see it.
Same scenario at home. It’s hard to believe one cannot distinguish between art and obscenity. Anyone who can and does appreciate is termed pervert. But when you are amidst those art lovers and deep people and watching a movie which does portray essential nudity, it is bliss. Nobody is making faces. Nobody is looking away and laughing. Everyone seated there watches the film beyond the walls of the society.
It’s quite sad. I watch my professors make conscious efforts to improve the taste of the class. Such wonderful movies they play for us. And when the class sneers and refuses to go beyond the typical love story with an innocent girl, a muscular villain and an item girl, the efforts fail. Dust still clouds them.
I wish they could see.