Saturday, April 08, 2006

Meera's n Zorba's...


“She dances while his father plays guitar – she’s suddenly beautiful...”

That’s my favourite line from Mr. Jones (the rare acoustic version) by Counting Crows. It’s one of those lines that always plays in my head and eventually pushes me to start singing the song.

Gypsy Feet is finally complete – well, almost. The end credits, a few brush-up filters, and I will have the 20 minute flick ready. It has been such a long trip though – almost 6 months of moody shooting hours and editing sessions. The songs from the film have now become songs I have fallen in love with. The voiceover constantly plays in my head, every night, until I finally fall asleep. And yet, after all this passion I seem to be a stranger to the piece.

I have been so close to the project, that I now need an outsider’s opinion to know how it feels...
It’s the strangest thing...

It almost gets to a point where I feel it’s too draggy, or even boring, at times.

That, I assume, is the difference between a man constantly struggling to be creative, and a woman naturally creating life… I don’t think I’ve ever heard a mother say “oh my son is fairly ugly and boring! What do you think, John? How is he from your angle?”

Although, these days, I wouldn’t be surprised if I hear a mother say that.
Everyone seems to have lost that... Art.

Eastern cultures are generally supposed to be artistic though. The Japanese, for example – simply artistic with all aspects of life. It’s the whole Zen path that they believe in. All about focusing on the task, falling in love with it, and eventually getting lost in it. Becoming nothing but a small part of your own creation.

Even while killing each other, the Samurais like to be artistic about it! Waving their swords in some calculated cosmic balance. Ribbons appear from all four sides, crouching tigers, hidden dragons...

The guy dying eventually ends up saying “I m honoured!”
*Chop!


I am posting up a few frames from the film – some of the artistic moments, I think. Except for the Psychotic Barista -- that’s just me playing it natural...

Twirl...

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