Limelight and beyond it

Clavero (Chaplin) in his dressing room enjoying his-self just before his the last performance on stage

photo courtesy : Life Magazine

Limelight (1952) : Review

Charlie Chaplin is a phenomenon and he will remain so until there is a single movie buff. Undoubtedly he is the tallest trump till date. When Artist of Chaplin stature put something autobiographical on screen it is bound to catch attention of all cinema lovers. When I was searching about Chaplin’s Limelight I got amazed by realizing unlike other master pieces of Chaplin this film has not got enough attention of critics that it deserves.

Before going further I must confess that I watched this film just because I wanted to watch Chaplin’s all available films. Unfortunately Limelight is not very popular as Chaplin’s other great work like The Great DictatorGold RushModern Timesand City Lights etc. Unlike Chaplin’s more popular films Limelight has no reflexive relation with any social issue. Most probably this is Chaplin first film in which Master has reflected on his own life as a Super Star Comedian who keeps his pain in heart for self and smile on lips for others always.

In a nut shell this film is about a yesteryear superstar comedian Calvero (Chaplin) and promising Ballet Dancer Terry (Claire Bloom). Ironically Calvero who has past his best and Terry who has yet to come to his best both were living a hopeless life until they become source of inspiration for each other. One may wonder how it can be possible to reach same end for two persons going in opposite direction from each other. But it happened and it happens just because Calvero and Terry both are afraid of Life they have. That is why Calvero said to Terry that” Life can be wonderful if you’re not afraid of it

Calvero (Chaplin) tried to regain his old glory with the help of his old agent cum friend but didn’t succeed. On the other hand young Terry was able to get selected for main lead for a ballet. Young Musician of the company who happened to be ex silent-lover of Terry of her teen days recognized her and expresses his love for her. Terry refused his love and said that she is in love with Calvero. Coincidentally, Calvero listen that. He realizes that he is being hindrance in Terry’s life. He left home to get his-self out from her life. Parting of Calvero without saying a single word left Terry in deep sorrow. But she keeps herself working. Her hard work got paid and she becomes a star.

On the other hand Manager of the company found Calvero at a bar side as a street performers. When manager got amazed with this trodden state of life of Calvero he wanted to show sympathy with him but Calvero replied him as “There’s something about working the streets I like. It’s the tramp in me I suppose”. Calvero has simply no remorse for his present street life.  Subsequently Terry got know about Calvero. She and company manager persuaded Calvero to give one last performance on stage. It seems that Calvero himself was waiting for this last chance. With his last performance Calvero proved himself as a true artist. Just after before the end of his performance he encountered the heart attack on stage and finally got collapsed.  No one from audience knew that Calvero last act was not an act but was a deadly massive heart attack. Audience gave him great applaud for his matchless performance which finally took his life.

This Film is for artist and for those who want to understand the artists. This film is like a philosophical loud thinking of a Great Artist. Above mentioned dialogues in bold letters are few to show the texture of the film. There are dozens of take away one liner in this film. I would like to mention my two favorite ones.

Calvero to company manager (about himself as an artist):  “That’s all any of us are: amateurs. We don’t live long enough to be anything else”.

Calvero to Terry (about performing which he seems to hate): “I also hate the sight of blood, but it’s in my veins”.

Like all meaningful things this film also need to be patient with. If you are for any high drama or cheap thrill giving revelation about Chaplin life better you avoid this film. Otherwise you will be hugely disappointed.


Congress,Corruption and Goons

We have seen in recent past that Indian National Congress party, that is ruling party in india, is using  police force against the peaceful demonstration against govermental corruption.

Earlier in Ramdev’case in Delhi and now in Sandeep Singh(Ex president of JNU student Union and AISA) case in Ranchi government used mussle power to crush the any anti-corruption movement in India.

In delhi they managed it through state police but in Ranchi they dont have their own government so they used their own party goons for beating Sandeep Singh badly.

This incident took place just after Kapil Sibbal press confrence. so it  is widely believed by public  that people who beaten up Singh were backed by their senior party leaders. Need not to say this was a shameful day for indian democracy.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

I want to go with The One I love

I want to go with the one i love

I do not want to calculate the cost

I do not want to think about whether it’s good

I do not want to know whether he loves me

I want to go with whom I love

Bertolt Brecht