Am I the only one who misses this old pulp, hand painted style of Bollywood posters?
For the younger generation - this is what old Indian movie posters looked like, before multiplexes took over. Each one of them, hand painted to precision, evoking emotions on the painted faces, in-your-face typeface and bright, raw color of Bollywood. Call it tacky, but this is what defined a generation of movies and paved the path for it’s legacy.
And you know what’s funny? These movies actually had a pretty dang awesome storyline. Unlike films today which have apparently run out of ideas to recycle, reuse and squeeze.
Agreed, over-acting was an issue. BUT, that’s an issue only in retrospect. We need to realize that over-acting was the style of that generation. Melodrama was the hip thingback then. If we overlook that, all these films gave us some immortal stories.
I don’t know, I kinda miss these colorful, hand-painted posters up on giant billboards in the city. I kinda miss the whole “first day, first show” big deal.
On this day in 1915, 5,000 of the poorest Armenians in Constantinople were gathered in the streets and killed.
Armenian political & intellectual leaders were rounded up and killed.
Out of 2.5 million Armenians, 1.5 million were killed. Some were taken to deserts to die from thirst and…
April 24, 2013 marks the 98th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide. April 24, 1915 is remembered as the day the Ottoman Turks began systematically killing 1.5 million Armenian men, women, and children. It is impossible to describe the true horrors that my ancestors faced. They were brutally starved, raped, tortured, and killed. Unborn children were cut out of their wombs. People were hanged, burnt, shot, de-headed, crucified, and staked, all in the intention of extermination of the Armenian race. I mean, that’s what Genocide is: the systematic killing of a people.
It angers me to know that the torture that our ancestors went through is not being recognized by most of the world. My great great grandmother and her son survived. When forced out of their homes, my great great grandmother put her son under we long dress, and walked unspeakable distances to survive. The Ottoman Turks deliberately tried killing young men and children to end the means of the Armenian society from growing any larger. My ancestors strength and perseverance are the only reason why I am alive today.
The Jewish Holocaust, where the Jewish people when through similar tragedies, is recognized and accepted all over the world. Schools and textbooks around the world teach everyone the truth behind the horrible things Hitler did to the Jewish population. All we ask is that the Armenian Genocide be treated in the same way. We want the world to recognized the horrors that our ancestors went through. We are being treated as though the Genocide never occurred, even though there is overwhelming evidence and heartbreak to prove it.
My true purpose in writing this post is spread the word. I hope I’ve taught you something you did not know before today.
1915 never again. Armenians united, we will never be divided.
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