Before you start gathering in small circles muttering “creative bankruptcy” and hailing my inevitable downfall, let me re-assure you that I’ve not run out of ideas just yet.
Today’s post revolves around teaching you to see the hardcoreness in something which, on first appearance, seems frivolous and silly.
For those of us stuck on the Dial-up Information Super Dirt Road, I’ll provide a brief description of this awesome video.
This is a clip from the movie Kondaveeti Donga featuring Tollywood (movies shot in the Telegu language, second to Bollywood in terms of popularity in India) and star Chiru in a song-dance routine similiar to Michael Jackson’s Thriller music video.
Indian movies get a lot of flak from the unwashed masses. When we go to a Ster Kinekor to watch Daniel Craig screw his way across the world chasing bad guys its all a rather personal affair. We sit in quiet darkness and frown upon inconsiderate people fresh off the farm every time they exclaim “Nee! Dit kannie waar wees nie!” (No, it cannot be true).
The Indian movie experience for the man on the street is far, far removed from what you or I am used to.
For a start, people show up at the movie theatre ALREADY knowing the lyrics to the songs in the movie. You are EXPECTED to stand up and boogie along with the 20 women on the screen who are in high heels performing a fast pace dance that would probably break the ankles of most western women. Its like a being able to jive along to the performers in a musical at the Opera house.
So what makes this video awesome? Firstly, the dude is fat. Ok, so he’s a little more ROBUST than the average Indian male sex symbol (Yup, the movie makes it CLEAR that he’s a sex symbol in his country).
But the dude can boogie.
Watch and practice Kung fu for 12 years and you pick up a thing or two about what it takes to be able to move like our man in red rubber. He is superbly co-ordinated. Especially later on in the video where he does a set of twirls headed in the same direction. He manages to move STRAIGHT forward and maintain a constant spin. That takes some mad skills homes.
Lets not forget the totally synthetic uniform he’s wearing. And it skintight. Not to mention the Mello-Yello contact lenses and Candy Fangs.
The love interest lady in the background spends much of her time scared out of her wits. So scared that she joins in on the Zombie dance without further hesitation.
Oh, and some guy edited the lyrics so it would read as if he were singing gibberish English (as opposed to him singing in Telegu). That made it even more awesome.
Aah, quite the comedy meal. And just because I’m a nice guy, here’s an after dinner mint for you.
It’s self explanatory.
