Stella Damasus |
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 5pm and I still had
one more homework to finish with my 9-year-old daughter. My phone rang a
few times and as I saw the name of the caller, I didn’t pick it up.
My
daughter noticed my constant glances at the clock and said to me “mummy
you can go you know. It’s Friday and I don’t have to submit this in
school till Monday”.
I really didn’t want to leave the house but
she went into my room and brought the invitation card to me. “Mummy you
have to go because this person has been calling for this event for the
past one month.” I took the invitation card from her and looked at it
again; it was for a movie premiere and a lot of hype had been done about
this movie. It was the rave of the moment and everyone who mattered in
showbiz was going to be at this movie premiere. Well, everyone but me.
“Mummy
I know that look. You have to be there”. So I jumped in the shower,
looked through my wardrobe and got the first thing that my hands could
grab. A simple but beautiful dress…comfortable for the evening.
As
I arrived at the Silverbird Galleria on Victoria Island, the car park
was jam-packed and my driver had issues with parking. “This movie must
be amazing,” I thought to myself. As I stepped into the atrium at the
galleria, I was greeted by a swarm of pressmen. Flashing cameras,
microphones and more questions than my brain could process were coming
at me like bullets. The red carpet was packed as I saw colleagues, good
friends, not-so-good friends, producers and ‘everybody’ looking like a
million dollars. “I must have stumbled onto the red carpet at the
Oscars,” I thought.
In my normal tradition, I tried to avoid the
red carpet because my mission was to come and see a good film. I didn’t
come for paparazzi drama. I tried to make my way upstairs to the cinema
hall but the producer grabbed me by the hand, and informed me that the
movie wouldn’t start showing for another two hours!
“Two hours?!”,
I exclaimed. What was I going to be doing standing around for another
two hours? Quietly, I walked into an adjoining door that led to a store.
I chose to rest my legs there till the event would start. From where I
was seated I could see the entire red carpet and the activities
happening.
I saw movie stars all ‘glammed up’. Those who were not
noticed by the paparazzi did everything they could to get the attention
of the press. Someone even caused a scene as she was upset she was
ignored by a photographer from Ovation Magazine. How bizarre! My mind
began to wonder as I saw actresses dressed in $2,000 clothes and
carrying $3,000 Louis Vouitton bags. I wondered to myself, “I hope her
mother does not live in a rented apartment while she is carrying that
bag o.”
The truth is, this is now the norm in the entertainment
industry. People try so hard to live the glamorous life, thus struggling
on a daily basis to maintain the high life. Entertainers in Nigeria
today now want to live like our American counterparts who obviously earn
more money and have a better structured system where they are paid
royalties. A system where credit facilities are available, such that you
can drive a $100,000 car without having to pay the full cash for the
ride. Why would a Nollywood actress choose to buy the same dress that
Angelina Jolie wore to the Oscars when Angelina earns a whopping $20
million per movie and she earns about N800,000? Besides, Angelina did
not even pay for the dress and jewelry because a certain designer just
made it available for her to use for the event in return for publicity
and brand association.
In a bid to stay ahead of our colleague and
be the ones to shine, most entertainers will give an arm and a leg to
adorn the latest clothes, shoes and jewelry. They take tons of pictures
and Blackberry and Twitter are the quickest ways to promote their new
outfits or show the world that they attended certain events. They live
for the glam life with little or no focus on their craft.
At 8:30
p.m., I started making my way into the hall that the film was going to
be screened. As I made my way through the crowd, I noticed that the red
carpet was still crowded and the movie was scheduled to start in a few
minutes. I entered the hall and it was quite scanty because the people
who were meant to see the movie were still on the red carpet…including
the producer and the cast of the film. That was rather disappointing but
at least I had time to get a great seat for the best view in the room.
Seventeen
minutes later, the hall was packed as the cinema management insisted
that they would shut down at a certain time, irrespective of when the
movie started screening, so the producers and their guests were forced
to come into the hall for the show to start. Hmmm….finally, the movie
started (without us hearing a word from the producer, director or
executive producer). Fifteen minutes into the film, I was still
wondering “what the hell was going on with these filmmakers?” The
acting was horrible, cinematography was crappy, the plot was equivalent
to watching a snail in the NASCAR race and the actors were speaking such
poor English in their bid to sound foreign (mind you, the movie had
nothing to do with anyone that lived in the US and returned home to
Africa).
You could tell from the response and silent whispers from
the audience that they all felt the movie was absolute crap and a total
waste of their time. Slowly, people started to make their way out of
the cinema just 20 minutes into the movie. That did not come as a
surprise to me because I was tempted to get up a million times but I
really wanted to see where the movie was heading because as a filmmaker
too, I know that some plots take a while to pick up but this one was
taking a fast downward spiral into the disaster zone. The story line was
weak and extremely porous. The actors that I just saw on the red carpet
showcasing all the expensive dresses and jewelry proved that they were
made for the red carpet and not the big screen. What a downer!!
If
the producers had put half the effort they put into the planning,
coordination, glamour and attention to detail of the red carpet into the
actual film itself, this movie would have cleared a minimum of 5 Awards
at the Africa Movie Academy Awards.
A few minutes to the end of
the film, I slowly made my way out of the now “half empty” hall. The red
carpet that was packed early was now as deserted as a haunted house. As
I sat in the back seat of the car on my way home, I was full of regrets
because I could have stayed home to be with my family. Instead I had to
endure the torture of seeing one of the most horrible films ever….
Showbiz In Nigeria Today
Compared
to how showbiz was in Nigeria in the 80s and 90s, entertainment in
Nigeria today has been extremely polluted with negative lyrics. Movies
now celebrate obscenity with total and absolute disregard for the moral
values we hold dear and sacred in this part of the world. Entertainers
are more concerned about the size of their bank accounts and how they
look in front of the cameras for the paparazzi. Nobody cares if they are
having a positive impact on their fans and generations yet unborn.
These
days, celebrities have made it a norm to celebrate their birthdays in
orphanages. They make a media event out of it and make the world believe
that they really care. The question is, before and after the parties,
do they ever stop by these orphanages to find out how they can help
improve the lives of these kids. How have they given back to the society
or helped people who genuinely have problems that need to be solved.
We
grew up listening to songs by Onyeka Onwenu, Ebenezer Obey, King Sunny
Ade and these people had songs that taught moral lessons and remained
ever green in our hearts. Before the era of home videos in Nigeria, we
saw plays on stage that made us go home in deep thoughts of how we
should affect our communities.
I want to give a shout out to a man
like Ali Baba who has helped raise a generation of comedians in the
entertainment industry in Nigeria. 80% of the comedians in Nigeria
today, at one point or the other, either lived in his house or got
assistance from him in anyway, shape or form.
Another shout out to
Richard Mofe Damijo who took it upon himself to change the lives of
people from Warri by creating a platform for them to showcase their
talents with the “Made in Warri” series.
What do I want to be
remembered for? The Prada shoes, Gucci Bags and glamorous red carpet
photographs…..or my service to humanity and the number of people I have
affected positively. I want to be remembered as the woman who used her
talent to affect her generation positively? The woman with beauty,
brains and a whole lot of talent that was put to good use
Credit Stella Damasus, Culled From PM News
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