I don’t know how familiar you guys are with Winston (the protagonist of 1984 by George Orwell – not Churchill ofcourse!). He was a man who was alone in the world of madness under the watchfull eyes of Big Brother. He was alone because, no one else saw what he did. No one saw that someone was obliterating reality. He was alone in his knowledge and understanding.
Point is, I felt a glimpse of that when I had gone to watch an Indian movie with a friend. The audience for some reason found it amusing that the characters were about to have sex! There was an uproar of giggles (I don’t think that term has been used before) when the guy kisses the girl. This is an average “mature adult Indian audience”. There were some incidents that were genuinely funny in the movie but I think most missed the point ‘coz I was the only one giggling.
I guess what I am trying to say is that on the one hand we blame the theatre which does not produce world class drama but on the other hand suppose they do – then what is their end! They must shudder to think how their expression is recieved and how the most subtle theme would be trampled over by an imbecile audience. On another hand (a totally different political hand at that), we have moral policing that is against display of sexual expressions on screen.
I really want to ask them only one question – Is this really the class of people you want to protect? Are these people any more corruptible?