While the uproar over I&B Ministry’s high-handedness
in cancelling the telecast of The Dirty Picture still continues, few have
bothered to examine what really makes the said film ‘dirty’. There are no sex
scenes, just one kissing scene, no bare back scenes… just a lot of cleavage
thrust ‘shamelessly’ into the viewer’s face.
But ask yourselves… doesn’t your
friendly neighbourhood Bhalla aunty show off more when she bends to pick up the
morning newspaper or your very own Sakku bai when she swabs the floor? And why
is it offensive for a woman to show off her décolletage? What is wrong with
acknowledging the existence of breasts? Would you ever be ashamed of having
knees or fingers or a nose? What’s the harm in showing off an aesthetically packaged
cleavage…
We have all aspired at some point of time to be able to carry off a
plunging neckline! (Plug! Plug! Plug!)
Haven’t we seen far greater skin show by Urmila Matondkar
(“Hai Rama yeh kya hua?’) in Rangeela that has been telecast at least a hundred
times on TV since its release 15 years ago? And what could possibly be dirtier
than the sundry characters played by Shakti Kapoor? Haven’t Juhi Chawla and
Anil Kapoor gyrated to, “Main maal gaadi tu dhakka laga” and “Khada hai khada
hai khada hai” from Andaaz? I clearly remember watching Mamta Kulkarni and
Mithun Chakravarty’s now legendary “Button meri kurti ka” being played on DD
Metro’s Superhit Mukabala (now isn’t that a Sarkari channel?) And don’t even
get me started on Madhuri in Beta and Khalnayak!
The Dirty Picture is perhaps one of the cleanest movies
ever made… It’s not about sex… It’s about insecurity, politics and jealousy
coming together in a wild orgy of hopelessness… and one woman who used her body
to pull the right strings till she too was swept away by hubris and loneliness…
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