தலைவா ❤️
75 வயசுலயும் இந்த வேகம்… இந்த எனர்ஜி… தியேட்டரையே அதிர வைக்கிற அந்த மேஜிக்! ❤️
இதுதான் ரஜினி! இதுதான் சூப்பர்ஸ்டார்!
நம்மள்ல எத்தனை பேருக்கு 75 வயசுல இவ்வளவு ஆரோக்கியமா, இவ்வளவு சுறுசுறுப்பா இருக்க முடியும்னு தெரியல. ஆனா, தலைவர் இன்னைக்கும் திர���யில வந்தா போதும்… அந்த ஸ்கிரீனே அவருக்குச் சொந்தமாகிடுது!
சின்ன வயசுல தலைவர் படங்களைப் பார்த்து வளர்ந்தோம். அப்போ விசில் அடிச்சோம், கை தட்டினோம். இன்னைக்கு நம்ம வயசு மாறியிருக்கு, வாழ்க்கை மாறியிருக்கு… ஆனா தலைவரைப் பார்க்கும்போது வர்ற அந்த சந்தோஷம் மட்டும் இன்னும் மாறவே இல்லை! ❤️
தலைவர் எத்தனையோ வெற்றிகளைப் பார்த்திருக்கார். ஆனா, #Jailer2 வெற்றி மட்டும் ஏதோ நம்ம வீட்டு விசேஷம் மாதிரி, நாமே ஜெயிச்ச மாதிரி ஒரு சந்தோஷத்தைக் கொடுக்குது!
சூப்பர்ஸ்டார்ங்கிறது வெறும் பட்டம் இல்ல… அது பல தலைமுறையா நம்ம மனசுக்குள்ள வாழ்ந்துட்டிருக்கிற ஒரு உணர்வு.
தலைவர் எப்பவுமே சூப்பர்ஸ்டார்தான்! ☺️☺️☺️
#Rajinikanth #Jailer2
Legendary actor Mandy Patinkin has shared a video and some passionate words praising Digger!
"The theater was packed. When it was finished the audience just sat there as the credits rolled.
Stillness. You know how rare that is for people to not jump up and start yammering or scrolling or move on to the next thing?
There was stillness and awe, gratitude and sorrow and astonishment both with the film and this world we have allowed.
This movie being slammed by reviewers is beyond comprehension.
Anyone who is dragging this piece through the mud should get a brain scan or see it again as they must not have been paying attention.
This is one of the most daring, original, provocative pieces of art I’ve seen and bravo to every person that laid a hand on it.
I’d have given my right arm to be an extra in this movie (I’m right handed).
This craft, like many other things nowadays, feels in peril. The systems at play encourage mass appeal above all else.
Digger is a battle cry for art, for waking up, for demanding an actual attention span of your audience and for the miracle of having a point of view.
To horrify, delight, wildly surprise repeatedly and inspire us to fight for our world before it’s too late is an incredible accomplishment.
Don’t listen to rotten tomatoes. Find an actual person who saw this movie. Listen to them.
Tomato tomaaato! F*%k that stupid nonsense percentage bulls$/t. It’s so dumb. Go see this movie.
Thank you @diggerthemovie!"
There’s a piece waiting to be written about Inarritu’s contempt for the pretentious gatekeepers of art. People whose only real concern is where to go for cake and coffee when it’s over, as the line from Birdman goes.
With Digger, Inarritu decides to expose them through their reviews by using the exact same device — a play within a movie — with clever subversion.
In Birdman, the play is based on Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, headlined by an actor who has been the titular mainstream superhero. Carver’s story is about what love means. Inarritu takes that question and turns it inward. The play becomes a mirror of Riggan’s own desperate need for love & validation. And the stage narrative runs parallel to a fantasy narrative.
In Digger, the play is original, “based on true events” and futuristic, headlined by a celebrated actor, but here the stage narrative runs parallel to a reality narrative.
And this time, the mirror is turned outward. Fossil Fools tries to make sense of a reality that has already become absurd. The disaster has already happened. The play is merely recreating it for an audience that needs the catharsis of watching it before walking back out into the world it is depicting.
If Birdman played with ego and alter ego, Digger plays with perception and reality. The former reflects the internal, the latter the external.
Birdman asks: Can art help me understand myself?
Digger asks: What the fuck is art supposed to do when reality is a shitshow?
Birdman is about euphoria, Digger is dystopia.
Digger takes many digs — at people who run the world, at storytellers who feel the need to tweak reality to sell tickets, at critics who crave for realism, at the audience who shows up for catharsis only to walk out into a trash can of a world.
The punchline of this dark comedy or satire or farce or whatever reality is today isn’t funny because it’s deeply uncomfortable af!
We are watching people watch a play about a disaster that has already happened. They laugh, they curse, they experience catharsis and then they walk back into the exact same reality they have just been watching on stage — WHILE those responsible for it are more than happy to sell tickets to the “Based on a” shitshow THEY caused.
Pretty much like Netflix paying life rights to showcase serial killer documentaries — rewarding a life of crime with a lottery amount.
And we are these people watching Digger and stepping out like all is well, discussing Inarritu and Cruise instead of what the mirror is showing us!!
Digger is asking what art can possibly accomplish when reality itself has become more absurd, more grotesque, more theatrical and more dystopian than fiction.
Yet if you read the reviews of meta-gold Digger, the conversation seems more concerned with opinions on the mechanics of art and Tom Cruise than with the uncomfortable mirror the film is holding up for us to look at.
Or maybe that delicious irony is the point. Maybe the mirror has stopped working? Or how dumb have we become if we can barely see the mirror when it’s shown to us?
For Digger is about perception and reality, about the ways in which reality gets manipulated, packaged and consumed. Yet much of the criticism remains focused on the packaging.
As Cruise disappears into prosthetics, a lot of the criticism of Digger remains cosmetic. And utterly pretentious, every bit worthy of contempt.
The fossil fools have exposed themselves. Maybe the mirror is broken. Maybe art is futile. Inarritu has been proven right. Maybe the cash-broke, opinion-rich audience, especially the gatekeepers of art, have no fucks left to give?
P.S. Watch Digger on IMAX if you still believe in art to show you the mirror. More importantly, if you can still see — that the world’s biggest superstar has chosen to do a superbly crafted play for the biggest screens, with a ten-minute walking-talking dance of a monologue.
Ballsy and spectacular. As paintings go, it’s a Lubezki.
Manager: We need to suspend Alex immediately.
HR: That’s serious. What happened?
Manager: He keeps coming to work dressed casually despite multiple warnings.
HR: Casually how?
Manager: Jeans. Open shoes. No formal office wear.
HR: Okay. How’s his performance?
Manager: Very good.
HR: Meeting deadlines?
Manager: Yes.
HR: Any quality concerns?
Manager: None.
HR: Any client complaints?
Manager: No.
HR: So what exactly is the issue?
Manager: He refuses to follow the dress code.
HR: What does he say when you raise it?
Manager: He says, “As long as I complete all my assigned tasks perfectly, I don’t think anyone should be concerned about my dress code.”
HR: And does he complete all his assigned tasks perfectly?
Manager: Yes… but that’s not the point.
HR: Then what is the point?
Manager: Standards. If we allow this once, others will start doing it too.
HR: So you want to suspend one of your top-performing employees over jeans?
Manager: Yes. Two weeks.
Two weeks later…
On this date in 1991, “Backdraft” starring Kurt Russell opened in theaters.
BITE-SIZED FACT | It became a massive box-office hit, grossing $152.4 million worldwide and earning three Academy Award nominations.