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The 'filmy' politics


Some people...most of them, when we say, think that medias like movies, serials, t.v programs and advertisements do not have the ability to influence the society. I just want to dismiss your line of thinking. Even this simple opinion you uphold reveals the politics you stand with. In that case, to say that there is none of it in a creation is a non- existent argument.

The glorification of contents like misogyny, racism, sexism, casteism and rape jokes....later they say that to consider them JUST as movies, serials, trolls, reels or jokes !! Is that even a logic ?!

That is their politics ; their mindset ! And let me say, we can't ignore them just like that since these are the media that have the greatest potential to influence society. 

If a prominent advertisement of a jewellery states that 'pura nirayum penninu ara niraye swarnam' (which literally means, a chamber full of gold for women who is full-fledged to get married upto the most extend) ; it clearly reveals their mindset. 


The study on influence of advertisement on consumers

When even a mere advertisement puts the politics of the person who writes it into the society, its unacceptable that it should not be criticized. 

Criticize what is worth criticising ; be ready to correct any mistakes you see. 
Other than that, don't just turn a blind eye to any mistake just because its your idols or programs.


Atleast we should have the sense to distinguish between right and wrong.

Its not just limited to movies or tv programs. Even the reels videos should be criticized in this regard. For an example, 'make a scene' was a recent trend. If this did not influence the society, so many people would never have been taken up that one 'sensation' ; would not have gone astray, causing people a lot of trouble. 


Every little thing affects the people around. Would be better if you understand that atleast here on !

Wishing you all to have a good day.

Thanking you :) 

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