Showing posts with label Cinema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cinema. Show all posts

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Alternative Cinema of the 1980s


If you are like me, you might have at some point dismissed the 1980s as the "lost decade" for Hindi cinema. Sure there might have been as occasional Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron or Mirch Masala, but largely it was the decade of Himmatwala and Mard. I am glad to have been very off the mark. In fact the 80s saw some of the best Hindi films released from directors like Govind Nihalani, Kundan Shah, Saeed Mirza, Sai Paranjape, and many others. So here are 24 movies released in the period 1980-1990, all available on You Tube. Sure, the period is somewhat arbitrary. Some very good movies like Gaman didn't make the list because they were released before 1980. But the point was to redeem the 1980s! Also, the list is not meant to be exhaustive. I will keep adding more as I find them. If you know of some, please leave a comment.


Aakrosh - 1980
Dir - Govind Nihalani
Note: This one is in 4 parts. The first of what I think of as Nihalani's "A" trilogy.



Bhav ni Bhavai - 1980
Dir - Ketan Mehta
Note: This one is strictly speaking Gujarati but mixed with Hindi and stars the usual suspects.



Satah Se UThata Aadmi - 1980
Dir - Mani Kaul
Note: Mani Kaul's highly abstract take on the life and work of Hindi poet Muktibodh.



Sparsh - 1980
Dir - Sai Paranjape



Albert Pinto ko Gussa Kyon Aataa Hai - 1981
Dir - Saeed Mirza



Sadgati - 1981
Dir - Satyajit Ray



Arohan - 1983
Dir - Shyam Benegal



Ardh Satya - 1983
Dir - Govind Nihalani
Note: Second of Nihalani's "A" trilogy. Now you get the reason behind calling it "A".



Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron - 1983
Dir - Kundan Shah



Katha - 1983
Dir - Sai Paranjape
Note: Sai's re-telling of the classic tortoise-hare parable, with a twist. Enjoy the lightness of her touch. Sadly taken off You Tube recently. Wll no doubt show up again.



Mandi - 1983
Dir - Shyam Benegal



Giddh - 1984
Dir - T.S.Ranga



Mohan Joshi Haazir Ho - 1984
Dir - Saeed Mirza



Party - 1984
Dir - Govind Nihalani



Subah (Umbartha) - 1984
Dir - Jabbar Patel
Note: This is the Hindi version of Patel's Marathi movie Umbartha. Both were made at the same time with the same cast.



Aaghaat - 1985
Dir - Govind Nihalani
Note: The last of the "A" trilogy. The first one was about tribals, the second about urban decay, and this last one is on unions.



Mirch Masala - 1985
Dir - Ketan Mehta



Genesis - 1986
Dir - Mrinal Sen



Susman - 1987
Dir - Shyam Benegal



Sutradhaar - 1987
Chandrakant Joshi



The Perfect Murder - 1988
Zafar Hai
Note: This may strike some as an odd choice. But watch it and see for yourself! Amjad Khan speaking English the way Englishmen think Indians speak English is just too precious. "Inspector Detector"might be my favorite Khan-ism from the movie. Also a very young Stellan Skaarsgaard.



Salim LangDe pe mat ro
Dir - Saeed Akhtar



Ek Doctor ki Maut - 1990
Tapan Sinha



Disha - 1990
Dir - Sai Paranjape

Monday, July 26, 2010

Subverting Our Epics: Mani Ratnam's Retelling of the Ramayana

A review I wrote of the recent film Raavan came out in the Economic and Political Weekly last week. It can be found here:

Mani Ratnam’s film Raavan depicts the contradiction between the adivasis and the State through the framework of the Ramayana. The film, however, deviates from the message of the Ramayana, and raises the disturbing possibility that our myths of morality and bravery are someone else’s stories of rape and conquest. The recasting of Raavan as the wronged subaltern and Ram as the scheming agent of imperialism brings to mind similar reinterpretations of other Hindu legends by Phule, which completely subvert the orthodox interpretation. In the context of the ongoing struggle between the tribals and the State, one hopes that the movie Raavan might stir this debate up once again. View Full Article

Friday, January 18, 2008

"Safar"ing and sacrifice or sugar-free romances?

By Shilpi Suneja

Safar vs. Cheeni Kum

Of course I liked Cheeni Kum. The very understated treatment of a wholly original love story, requiring a very mature understanding. It definitely heralds a new age of Indian cinema–here we are, talking about a romance between two people miles apart in age. It is what you call unconventional. I would also call it modern. That yes, we can finally talk about such unconventional romances.

But on a more subtle level, the tradition-modernity debate is implicated once again. This movie in a way suggest that it is only now that we can talk about such love, which defies our conventional ideals of marriage, family, the love between (reasonably same aged) adults. It is only now because only now has there been a triumph of reason. A triumph of freedom. Gone are the bonds of tradition. Of dated ideals of sacrifice.

This becomes clear if you compare Cheeni Kum with a movie such as Safar. The male protagonists of both movies are arguably in similar predicaments. Both are apparently closer rather than farther away from death. One is 64 and has no more than anywhere from 20 to 6 years of sane, un-wheelchaired adulthood, and the other has barely a few months as he suffers from terminal cancer. And in both cases the woman has good reasons to choose another man who is likely to live a longer life. In Safar she chooses another man. In Cheeni Kum she doesn't.

What we know, what we feel is that we have come a long way. What has happened to us during this process? 20+ years of feminine lib, 10+ years of neoliberal capitalism (in India), loud Americanization (Hollywoodization, McDonaldization) and you have it. A short, shy, dimpled, sari-clad Sharmila (I did say shy) is replaced with a tall, broad, lankily independent Tabu. There are important similarities. Both have a strong sense of independence, although I find Sharmila's more convincing. She is a true working-girl (not like Tabu's character who merely says she is a software engineer, but all of her time in the movie is spent walking in the streets of London and the by-lanes of Delhi). Both are given the option of making their own decision. But what changes? I don't think it is the women so much as the culture around them. It is no longer necessary or possible for the Devdas-like hero to compel the heroine to sacrifice her and his love. In fact, the modern day and age cannot give us a Devdas. Are the very aesthetics of sentimentality, of rona-dhona a thing of the past?

The man wishes to choose in his interest, in her interest. And so does the woman. After all, it is the age of choices. That is the least capitalism can afford to us. It is the age of reason, of individualism. The age of choosing happiness for oneself. Compared to this the poignancy of self-sacrifice in Safar seems so pointless, so hopeless, so unnecessary. This, I think is a not altogether healthy loss. I think we have lost something of beauty.

Shyam Benegal's Ankur

My interest in cinema is only a few years old and I am admittedly a novice in understanding its grammar and its aesthetics. My attempts at making sense of film are mostly grounded in the social philosophy that they articulate to me. In this regard Shyam Benegal's early film Ankur is very interesting. I had seen the film in India one or twice when it aired on television. But the impact of a film (or for that matter anything else) is proportional to your capacity to absorb the material. As Ghalib says,

girni thi ham pe barq-e-tajalli na toor par
dete hain baadah zarf-e-qadah-khvaar dekh kar

The lightning of glory should have fallen on us not on Mount Toor
They only give wine after seeing the capacity of the wine drinker

[F.Pritchett's translation]

click here for Frances Pritchett's annotation and explication of this verse.
So the gist of it is that when I saw the film again several years later, my capacity for drinking the wine of social commentary was greater! I wrote the following after seeing the movie.

A still from Ankur

Ankur is the film that shot director Shyam Benegal to fame and in my opinion it is a beautifully nuanced portrayal of contemporary social dynamics in rural India. I say contemporary in the long-historical sense since 32 years have passed since the making of the film. I think that the most prominent conflict the story depicts still remains important. The two characters of central importance are the kumhar woman Lakshmi (Shabana Azmi) and the landlord’s son, Surya (Anant Nag). Lakshmi’s husband, Kishtaya (Sadhu Meher) is also an important part of the puzzle. I understand the kumhar couple (Lakshmi and Kishtaya) as articulating, through their acts more than their words, the central problematic of the twin evils of feudal-capitalism and industrial-capitalism. This is not the place to go into an elaboration of these two concepts but briefly, I construct these categories to capture, in very abstract terms, what has also been referred to variously as the Bharat-India or the bahishkrit-paschimikrit divide, the dual economy etc. “Feudal-capitalism” (a contradiction in terms for many Marxists and perhaps even for non-Marxists), but a concept well-developed by World-Systems Analysts, is meant to convey the idea that those social formations that are routinely labeled “feudal” in the Indian context (for e.g. the type of rural society depicted in Ankur) are themselves, in the form that we know them, a product of the development of the capitalist world-economy. Thus the “feudal” rural economy is a vital part of capitalism. “Industrial-capitalism” refers to social formations that are mostly labeled simply as “capitalist” or “industrial” or “modern”. In the film, this world enters the story via the character of Surya, the city-educated, feudal lord.

If Lakshmi and Kishtaya constitute a (feminist and subaltern) critique of the central problematic, then Surya epitomizes a “worst of both worlds” distillation of the same problematic. As noted in the film’s review on the Strictly Film School site, “Surya soon disrupts the dynamics of everyday life in the village by flouting tradition and local custom: asking the lower caste Lakshmi to brew his tea and cook his meals”। Thus, when Lakshmi expresses disbelief at Surya’s request to cook for him (“aap mere haath ka khana khayenge?”) Surya asserts that he does not believe in caste-prejudice (“main jaat-paat nahi manta”). So far Surya seems to behave as the stereotypical city-educated, modern young man over whom the “customs and traditions” (riti-rivaaz) hold little sway. However, Benegal makes the story a good deal more interesting by exploring the limits to Surya’s “progressive” qualities. Here I disagree with the analysis presented at the Strictly Film School site. It is stated there that “despite Surya's seemingly progressive ideas on the irrelevance of the caste system, his moral integrity proves suspect when he develops an irrepressible attraction towards his enigmatic and beautiful servant”. I think that blaming Surya’s crimes and misdemeanors on lack of “moral integrity” misses the other half of Benegal’s civilizational critique. Having shown us the evils of feudal-capitalism, through Surya’s vacillating nature, Benegal is showing us the sexism or patriarchy of modern-capitalism. To put it another way, if we can blame Surya’s failings on lack of moral integrity why not credit his “progressive ideas” to moments of high moral integrity? Or conversely, why not portray all the myriad crimes committed by agents in the feudal-capitalist social formation as resulting from individual moral failings? We do not do the later because we recognize the systemic nature of abuses such as caste exploitation. Well, the failings of industrial-capitalism are systemic as well. If we credit progressive ideas to it as a system (of values imparted via education etc) we must debit the failings of its product (Surya) as the system’s failings as well.

Thus through Surya’s blunderings and moral cowardice, Benegal, in my opinion, shows us the devil (feudal-capitalism) and the deep-blue sea (industrial-capitalism) between which women (Lakshmi) and the subaltern (unemployed, ex-artisan Kishtaya) are trapped. The deeply symbolic ending shows a little boy, who we have previously seen observing the film's climatic moment of violence (which itself symbolizes the clash between industrial capitalism and its hapless dispossed victims), hurl "the first stone" crashing the window of Surya's home. It is the innocence that we attribute to a child that makes this action something more than a venting of anger at the local tyrant and yet the film's ending leaves something to be desired. Of course I do not expect Benegal to "offer solutions". His job as a socially conscious artist is to hold a mirror (as in the shot above) which reflect his own understanding of social processes.