The rise of celluloid

Anybody can make a movie. It's not a big deal. You think of something. You shoot it. You have it. But film-making as an art form is an altogether different ballgame. A vision has to be set in poetry to extract the essence of what a filmmaker wishes to share. Because in his head, he has already seen the movie. Imagine how frustrating that must be. To know exactly what you wish to share with others through reels—to me, at least—is meditation at its tenacious best. However, there are all kinds of filmmakers. Some push the boundaries of bad movies while others, touch the surface of ingenuity. And awards—or their lack—have nothing to do with how a film turned out. I take immense delight in the fact that we are living in an era where almost every country—even Kuwait for that matter, even though theater has a stronger hold there—is pushing the cinematic envelope. Good or bad, films are churning out like never before. The way technology has seeped into the nooks and corners of the planet is amazing to say the least. We can only hope that reels make a difference when our realities fail to.