I tried to watch Bahubali: The Beginning and it was such a hot mess I couldn’t. At first I stopped because Bahubali was repeatedly assaulting the woman he had a crush on, painting henna on her while she wasn’t looking, stripping her clothes away against her will until she looked more “womanly.” This was clearly framed as romantic and endearing, making me really uncomfortable.
My husband tried to lure me back, swearing it got good after that part and the battles were ridiculously fun and exaggerated, so I tried. I was actually kind of enjoying the over-the-top action scenes, the reveal about the protagonist’s parentage and their past political intrigue, and then they got to a big battle and…
Excuse me, blackface? The enemy, a roving tribe who have no goal or strategy except plunder, slaughter, and rape, are a horde of people in fucking blackface? Who speak a click language, which with one exception is only found in Africa? This is against a background of really virulent anti-African racism in India, too. There are mob attacks against Africans at the slightest provocation, they are regularly called monkeys and cannibals, and entire theaters of Indians made a hit out of two movies (this one and the sequel) that are so openly and overtly racist.
My husband could tell I was upset, and yeah, I was and still am. It’s the biggest joke when people ask me why I care so much about racism against Black people. Take the “Black” out of that sentence and you can see what an inane question that is. It upsets me to see entire groups of people dehumanized, amazing! Another joke is, “It’s just fiction!” Fiction is created by real people, and it always interacts with the real world. The movies might be fiction, but the racism is real.