Wanted: a hype-no-tizer
In Tamil, there’s a term called “Janma saabalyam adayarathu”. Roughly translated, it means the achieving the purpose of one’s Janma. My mother tends to use it to tease me whenever I do something that I’ve waited for ages to do… There’s something about the way she says the words that conveys a perfect blend of expectations fulfilled and disappointments realized.
Watching Brokeback Mountain qualifies for the term, at least in the way my mom uses it. Since the movie was released, my life has been filled with friends who watched the movie without me, a roomie who invented every excuse known to man to avoid watching it, my very first Netflix “long wait” queue and just plain old bad-luck. Usually, when I’m really really interested in a movie, I keep away from friends who might reveal the plot, or even express so much as an opinion. Staying aloof in this case was impossible, as everyone from Larry David to my aunt has an opinion about the movie and is eager to express it.
I will stop rambling and get to the point - last night, I finally watched the movie. I expected it to fall just short of disappointment (which is so much worse than actual disappointment because “less than disappointing” carries a sense of indifference about it, and I’d rather feel disappointment than feel nothing at all). The story held no surprise, as I’d read the Proulx version before watching the movie. I appreciated the acting to the extent that none of the actors imposed themselves on the story in a way that detracted from its poignancy in any way. The minor additions to the Proulx framework didn’t succumb to the usual Hollywood temptation of wanting to squeeze those additional tears from the audience. I had expected to sign my soul over to Heath Ledger by the end of the movie. But I didn’t. And nor am I tempted to sigh like a school girl whenever Jake Gyllenhaal appears on the screen. Not that they didn’t do a great job. The utterly casual manner in which scene after scene of beautiful country-side unfolds took my breath away (and made me fume how much better it all would have been on a big screen).
I shan’t carry on any more about this movie. And get to the actual point of this post. We live in such over-hyped times. Unless you happen to live on a deserted island with no cell phone, no internet and no friends or enemies, very little surprises you in life. Whether a performance is great, or otherwise, your every reaction has been tainted by some critic or friend. Little reaches you past your world-weary filters.[1]
What I really need is a hype-no-tizer. A box shaped device[2] that I can climb into, think about the one thing that I want de-hyped, hit a button and have all of the crap my mind’s accumulated on said thing instantly purged. I can emerge with my innocence intact, and go on to enjoy a work of art, or make a more personal decision about oh, what I really feel about marriage or falling in love[3]. Can you imagine how mind blowing it would be to watch a performance of Shakespeare without waiting for your favorite lines? Or to listen to Haydn or Mozart for the very first time, free of all associations of “call center hold music”? Or to read Pride and Prejudice without simultaneously shuddering at the thought of Keira Knightly playing Elizabeth? Wouldn’t life be wonderful? Which reminds me - what must it feel like to listen to Louis Armstrong singing “What A Wonderful World” without feeling like you’re trapped in a supermarket or an elevator?
Considering there’s no hype-no-tizer, and that there’s probably not going to be one very soon, I’d like to watch Brokeback Mountain again. In 20 or 30 years from now. Of course, by then, I’d have the movie all wrapped up in nostalgia for the good old days (life feels far from good now, but I am confident it’ll get worse enough soon enough to make me long for today). But those are pre-conceptions that’ll only add to the movie’s charm.
[1] The Bard, as always, continues to be a consistent exception. Last week, I ended up watching parts of the movie version of Hamlet (with Kenneth Branagh), and found myself chuckling at the grave-yard scene and felt moved over Laertes’s grief.
[2] Obviously, mine was not the brain behind the i-Pod. Am sure those guys could come up with something far more elegant and infinitely more accessory-friendly.
[3] That I use the conditional is itself indicative of just how prejudiced I am about both.


Comments (10 comments)
[...] DoZ is looking for a hype-no-tizer. A box shaped device that I can climb into, think about the one thing that I want de-hyped, hit a button and have all of the crap my mind’s accumulated on said thing instantly purged. I can emerge with my innocence intact, and go on to enjoy a work of art, or make a more personal decision about oh, what I really feel about marriage or falling in love [...]
DesiPundit » An over-hyped world / April 20th, 2006, 11:14 pm / #
Wonder if you saw “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” ..
Richa / April 21st, 2006, 12:50 am / #
Heh heh :)) Just my thoughts
Good one!
Shruthi / April 21st, 2006, 1:10 am / #
You might try this wiki about how to hypnotize someone.
sudhanshu / April 21st, 2006, 4:17 am / #
Doz: I’m probably being pedantic, but I think there’s a difference between hype and exposure. The former is hearing about something, the latter about being exposed to thing itself. If you read all the tomes of literary criticism on The Tempest, before you actually watch the play, your perception of it will forever be coloured by other people’s views, so you won’t achieve your own engagement with it. And that’s terrible. But it’s not the same thing as watching The Tempest and waiting for the “Admired Miranda” speech. I don’t mind anticipating my own pleasure. I do mind anticipating other people’s.
Falstaff / April 21st, 2006, 9:47 am / #
DesiPundit: Thanks for the ref.
Richa: Yes, I did consider the Lacuna approach. But the hype-no-tizer is a more subtle device, or so I’d like to think. I haven’t yet thought out the details, but I think this one won’t involve invasive brain anything. Kidding apart, I do like that movie, very much.
Shruthi: Thank you.
Sudhanshu: I even tried to hypnotize myself (see my post on getting the most from the internet). I am either lousy at self-hypnosis or with something that’s been as hyped up as Brokeback, I just need something a lot stronger.
Falstaff: I agree that there is pleasure in hearing your favorite lines again. With some cases, like with Shakespeare, the pleasure changes with every exposure, so it isn’t really more of the same. But every once in a while, I so want to feel like old Cortez upon that peak in Darien. I envy those who must have read Doyle and Dickens in weekly installments… As much pleasure as I have experienced with the classics, I can’t help wondering how it would have been to read them when they were not classics…And yes, I absolutely agree with not wanting to anticipate this or that critic’s favorite bits in anything.
DoZ / April 21st, 2006, 10:28 am / #
Been thinking on this Doz. How would it be if all books are to be without covers, no indication of who the author is? Wouldn’t it be better for us to judge the work based on content rather than the image of the author we have in mind?
Chenthil / April 22nd, 2006, 1:46 am / #
Man the movie was really overhyped. But hypnosis might work LOL
Rakesh / August 3rd, 2006, 5:55 am / #
Chenthil, that is very profound and so true. But it seems that in this modern world, we all have to put labels on eveything otherwise they don’t exist.
Personally, I try to judge everyone on ‘what’ they are and not ‘who’ they are. Mostly I find that a first impression is wrong and that applies to most things in life.
Robert Shields
http://www.hypnotherapy-training.com
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