There was recently a beautiful post in FB (see below) about Mouna Raagam turning 30. This was incidentally from The Hindu, which has been providing good coverage around this anniversary, recently adorned by a beautiful interview with Revathi on their news site.
One would agree these are smart folks, in choosing not just any, but THE right movie to celebrate.
Now a frequent Facebooker, I too shared the post, and yes, the reactions proved the point of celebrating it.
But suddenly the devil in me woke up with a question – “Why all this excitement, and emotion around you about this movie? You didn’t even complete 7 then!”
Scepticism didn’t stop there, and further grew into the next question – “why at all a movie should be celebrated with so much craze?”
A movie is, not by its first definition, an art form, a cultural expression or all that crap – we lifeless creatures need colour in life, and a movie is expected to bring that.
It’s like our Dhoni telling sometime back that they are paid so much to “finally” entertain people with their game, keep viewers happy. Raw truth.
A movie, in a lay man’s mind like mine, should make one forget oneself a couple of hours, infuse oxygen into untouched regions within, and at the same time leave one smiling.
To top it, if it technically had all the other niceties like screenplay, music, cinematography, art work, designed to perfection, nothing like that.
Mouna Raagam had all of it.
Since 1986, till the time I had entered my mid-twenties, there was no equivalent love story that created so much impact, and at the same time left me happy.
I have always had high regard for directors who used “simple” premise to tell a great story.
Mani Ratnam just did that in this movie with his amazing story telling, a carved screenplay and Illayaraja’s heart rending music that created snapshots in a viewer’s visual and acoustic memories.
No big names, at the same time, really seasoned actors.
Mohan was groomed in the school of Balu Mahendra.
Karthik had “cultural” initiation from giants like Bharathiraja, Sridhar.
And then there was Revathi with so much energy, and ebullience, with good experience by the time the movie was taken.
I may go a little overboard here, but just like Jonathan Ive, soul-mate of Steve Jobs, here we had P.C.Sreeram with Mani Ratnam.
Well, the Maestro being Divine blessing.
All of them combined in their creative zeniths, in this project.
Forget all this, even today if it is shown on TV, and I come across it randomly, I just pause myself for a few minutes to an hour, probably call my wife almost all the time, a couple of my close friends to share the news – I am sure those reading this do. :)