Piracy
The world is English. This is the feeling I get every time I go into the CD shop in my hometown to buy films. It's amazing, I feel I can buy every single film churned out by Hollywood long before it hit the silver screen and look at it in English; screw the subtitles, I say to myself, I want to hear it in English!
It must be that great thing called piracy, and its wonders. I am not condoning but nobody gives two cents whether they are original, or not as long as they are of quality viewing. People come in, and people come out. Jeans, skirts, pullovers. Everyone one is mulling over the film covers. Some are even smacking their lips at the bright girlie scenes.
Its films galore, galore in English and nothing else, the greatness of a language that has been reduced to a source of entertainment communication system to give people the thrill and kick of losing themselves in imaginary moves of grunts, prepared speeches, rehearsed dialogues, mutterings and occasional syntax and grammar.
Action, thriller, horror, romance, features, politically-minded movies as well as documentaries. There are all there begging for your eyes and feel. As well, there are many cartoon films, even Japanese stuck there on the shelves to devour and drool over.
It's all in English. The titles, headlines, short blobs and captions. It is English the simplified way. The extent of variety is amazingly popular. What they don't have, they can probably get at a fraction of the price anywhere in the world.
The CD store is actually better than a bookshop, certainly the covers are much more interesting and revealing for their punch. There is more first class action, the covers beg for uncanny attention with the store serving as a browsing station for you to have the luxury of peeping through its collections. Buy, buy, buy, a voice in your inner ears shouts!
This is how they lure you. Thousands upon thousands of CDs are there in front of you packed tightly in neat shelves, that give the impression that indeed, the world is English, not French, not Italian or certainly not Arabic but English, English of the dynamic, exotic, melodious, comical, serious, and dare I say sexy variety.
You pick, you choose and back home you indulge and watch. The sum total of a language culture!
