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Starry-Eyed At The House Of Reels

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January 11, 2016

The big screen. Up there dreams are built and spilt, lives are lived, loved and lost and all of us are along for the ride.

- Sandipan Deb

Starry-Eyed At The House Of Reels

OSCAR NOMINEES AT THE MUSEUM Morgan Freeman, Kate Winslet, Tom Hanks and Helen Mirren, again in wax.

IT began with a sneeze. On January 7, 1894, an American gentleman called Fred Ott sneezed into a camera. Thomas Alva Edison (who was hardly an inventor; he ran a factory packed with young engineers who worked to develop their own and his ideas, and if something came out of it, he patented it in his name) then applied for a copyright for Edison Kinetoscope Record of a Sneeze immediately at the US Library of Congress.

Things turned hectic after that. Other inventors and innovators rushed in, and many with ideas far beyond recording a sneeze. Patent applications flew thick and fast, mainly from the French, and in 1896, Edison (as canny a visionary as was ever born) caused a huge uproar by releasing The Kiss Between May Irwin and John Rice. The film—if it can be called that—showed the two named worthies kissing, and imm­ediately caused conservative Americans to cry out for censorship.

This was a new art form, and the possi­bilities were endless (they still are). In 1902, the French filmmaker Georges Melies made and exhibited a film of the coronation of Edward VII of Great Brit­ain months before he was actually crow­ned, using actors who resembled the characters (Edward VII was played by a man who used to work in a laundry, and his wife by a Paris nightclub dancer), and carefully constructed sets representing Westminster Abbey. The public reaction was, to say the least, mixed.

IT’S ROLLING A Dadasaheb Phalke mural on the way to Mumbai airport.

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