Let me buy you a drink. Now listen. Pink sucks.
Amitabh wrote a fair bit on the internet in several veiled promotions for the movie. His letters to his granddaughters and their widespread coverage on various platforms was another testament to why he deserves a place in the panama papers.
I am not going to get into the rant of click baits here. I believe that if we are still dumb enough to fall for them and consider them a real problem, there is little that we have to hope for. My problem really is what Pink as a movie tries selling to the people.
Now let me buy you a drink. Quite literally, let me buy you a drink. Don’t go watch the movie, you will save upon the 300 bucks that it costs and so you can now get yourself a nice peg at a bar. And be quick, the love of you life is waiting for you.
In case you’re still not gone, maybe you think that joke wasn’t good enough. Well, in that case, allow me help you watch the movie while you’re having your drink. That should be a great deal right? Well you miss out the chance of hitting on the love of your life or maybe a great one night stand, but hey! Who cares? We miss out on so much important shit while we spend precious man hours after Salman Khan and Katrina Kaif anyways.
Watch the trailer. The whole movie is right there. In the trailer. That’s it.
The creators had a such a dearth of fast paced interesting moments in the movie that all they could find was put between fast cut shots inside the trailer. You know the story before you walk in so people can’t really spoil it for you.
To top that off, the movie touches upon the idea of consent. Now I know that sarcasm won’t be a lot of help here, but I strongly believe someone sat across a table with the producer and just to fuck with him, gave him the idea of making a movie about consent.
The approach to the idea is cursory, unflattering, and demotivated. An inaccurately shown courtroom scene with an obvious plotline and characters with almost no depth make things even more difficult for Adele to roll.
Yes, social media was abuzz with posts on how Pink shook and moved some people to their core, which is another point of grave concern. If Pink as a movie can stimulate such a volume of discussion on social media, where a majority of the crowd is well exposed to what the fuck is right and what’s not, we should all take a step back and try coming to the same page with our definition of consent.
I would give the movie loads of brownie points for the cinematography and the ability to keep you in the moment. It manages to grip you, not substantially, but emotionally. It helps you feel what the actors are feeling, and it allows you to be with them, in their pain.
Technically speaking, you need good actors and a great DoP (Director of Photography) for that. It doesn’t work in lieu of a good script and the screen language is something you would’ve seen at a lot of places but at least it makes easier, the ordeal of sitting through buzzing phones, make-out moans, and crying babies around you.
Pink is not about woman empowerment, or about rape. It sure is about the idea of consent and it does a pathetic job at it. But for me, it points out a gaping hole in the social fabric that we rest upon. Its adulation as a path breaking movie generates concern.
Are we really so dumb to not be able to understand this?
Is it so difficult to seek comfort in a balance between your needs and your moral compass?
For me, Pink remains more about the reactions it got than the patriarchy it attempts to expose.