Showing posts with label Satire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Satire. Show all posts

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Bhooter Bhabishyat (The Future of The Past) (Anik Dutta, 2012)





In recent times, Indian and in particular Bengali media (in the state of West Bengal, India) are unjustifiably generous when it comes to heaving accolades on the current generation of Bengali filmmakers. This surplus of praise is mostly indefensible as recent Bengali films are still imprisoned by their strange obsession with relationship centric dramas. Exploring relation-based dramas, however, is not the main problem. The problem lies in elsewhere. Most of these cinematic efforts can mostly be characterized by the following undesirable elements: characters that are outside the bounds of possibility, only scratching the surface of emotional layers without much regard for deep character analysis (a lesson in this regard would be to watch, for example, the highly acclaimed Iranian film A Separation by Asghar Farhadi), lack of sensible dialogues, strong desire to pose as an "intelligent" filmmaker who is up-to-date with the world cinema (read literally stealing from these films; an example would be the much-hyped Bengali film Autograph), choosing style over substance, underappreciation for aural instruments of a film (Ritwik Ghatak was a pioneer for using sound brilliantly), sometimes unconvincing and archaic plots (when plots are convincing they are marred by some of the other factors mentioned here), and sheer inability to build up narratives that do not satisfy two important criteria of narrative cinema: credibility and coherence. Although, these films are technically much superior than their 1990s and last decade counterparts. Bhooter Bhabishyat avoids just about all of the above pitfalls. 

The story is exceptionally imaginative and yet simple. A gang of eclectic ghosts (a cook, a Bengali music band member, a Zamindar aka landlord, a representative of the East India Company, a refugee from Bangladesh,  a Bengali theatre actress, a revolutionary from 70s' Calcutta, a Rickshaw puller, and a few others) need help as they are about to be evicted from their current home as a businessman is all geared up to make way for malls and multiplexes.In the backdrop of this, an aspiring director steps in the same old mansion (where these ghosts are housed) for checking the site of an about-to-be-made film. What follows is a burst of activities replete with spoofs, puns, songs, and dance. Although, beneath all these lies a satirical message about the greed of the modern society that spreads its gluttonous wings at the expense of rich sculptural heritage of cities. The first time helmer Dutta is a master storyteller. Humorous and sharp dialogues (although being an ad filmmaker himself, Dutta couldn't escape the usual knack of an ad-maker for inserting punchlines after every two lines of dialogue), first-class camerawork, unforgiving editing, clever montage of sound pieces, keen eye for details, credible reproductions of a bygone age and society, idiosyncrasies of ghostly creatures - everything seem to jell for the film. Dutta heavily borrows from the master director Satyajit Ray's works and he is not at all reticent about this. In fact, when the aspiring filmmaker and the narrator of the ghosts' lives converse to build up the suspense, their performances strongly remind us of the interactions between the famous Bengali detective Feluda and his assistant Topshe. Delivery of some of the dialogues in the film that rhyme with each other is reminiscent of the lyrical exchanges from Heerak Rajar Deshe ( The Kingdom of Diamonds). In many other aspects, the film is replete with references from Ray's films. In fact, Dutta pays a grand tribute to Ray in this film. Overall, Bhooter Bhabishyat is a rare combination of ingenious plot idea, almost flawless execution, skillful exploitation of the medium as an art form, and an eye for commercial success - a combination that is visibly absent in most of the recent Bengali films.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro (Kundan Shah, 1983)





A rare gem in the history of Hindi cinema.  Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro is a dark comedy from an expert filmmaker Kundan Shah. Vinod (Naseeruddin Shah) and Sudhir (Ravi Baswani) are two friends who want to start-up their own photo studio. The business prospects seem grim and gloomy for them when they are approached by Shobha (Barve), editor of a newspaper named “Khabardaar”. While both of them are equally besotted with Shobha, she exploits their feelings and assigns them the task of spying Police commisioner D’Mello (Satish Shah) and property builder Tarneja (Pankaj Kapoor). D’Mello and Tarneja are involved in an illegal deal. The photographer-cum-spy duo sense a massive web of corruption and bribery the ultimate goal of which is to win the tender for building a flyover in the city of Bombay. While spying, Sudhir and Vinod uncover a murder but remain in dark about the identity of the killer. They manage to recover the corpse as evidence, but eventually lose it. What follows is a long-drawn-out chase with the bad guys that meanders into the oddest of places. This is a crisp and well-directed film that has an excellent cast. Baswani and Shah with their comedic acumen and clodhopping adventures make the silver screen burst into a laughter riot. Pankaj Kapoor, Satish shah and Om Puri adequately represent the bad guys withe their particular idiosyncrasies. Bhakti Barve registers  a sharp performance as the shrewd Shobaji. The movie doesn’t have songs, a trademark of bollywood, except for maybe the hummable “Hum honge kaamyaab”. As a viewer one must be struck by the frankness and naiveté of the images. There is no attempt to intellectualise the comedy. The burden of humor entirely rests on disbelief. As an instance, there is a hilarious scene involving a dead body in a burqa amidst a sea of burqa-clad women. And of course the Mahabharata (The great Indian epic) episode which entailed a delightful spoof of the Ram Lilas we have all seen at some point in our lives. And yet the whole episode never caused any outrage. May be this is a special quality of the film itself – its nonchalant and innocent attitude allowed it to take on both holy cows and ugly underbellies of cosmopolitan India.
Ultimately, Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro is at the heart about the loss of innocence and the breaking of ideals. At the end of the day, in the film, cynicism over idealism and the collective dishonesty triumph over the individual honesty. The two main characters  expose the builder-politician-journalist mafia in all its ugliness, such a contemporary theme in today's India. Beneath its foamy and frivolous exterior lies the real and sad truths of life. The movie ends with Vinod and Sudhir walking out of jail, still in their striped jail pajamas. In the backdrop the spirited anthem, Hum honge kaamyab, hum honge kaamyab ek din, plays mournfully, may be hinting at hope. For the uninitiated, Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro can best be described as a breathless satire of cosmopolitan India.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Underground (Emir Kusturica, 1995)



The story follows the episodic journey of two dear friends in former Yugoslavia during World War II that ultimately culminates into more than a mere thrilling climax to the relationship between the friends. The film is Kusturica's satirical take on how a visibly tight-knit friendship takes unexpectedly specious and traitorous turns in the background of a soon-to-be-concluded war. Even though the WWII is over, Marko, a black marketeer, tricks Blacky, an anti-Nazi ideologue, into believing that the war is still on to win the heart of Natalija, a charming theatre actress. War, an unmixed evil most of the times in the human history, becomes a ploy in the hands of Marko to keep an unsuspecting Blacky in the underground shelter only to convince that the war is still going on. Marko exploits a familiar mix of propagandistic elements - people, visuals (read cinema), and audiotapes - to make Blacky and others believe in the continuing gruesome crimes perpetrated by the Germans. What starts like a circus-like cinematic fare gradually unravels grave realities of war. On a different layer, the film adopts a metaphorical approach to demonstrate the reality of a war: an average citizen with shrewd intelligence, that is, Marko whose apt exploitation of war capitalizes on the gullibility of Blacky to take control of the treasures of the land captured by the alluring beauty of Natalija. This is one of the most dangerous aspects of an evil phenomenon like war and that point is most strongly communicated to us in a carnivalesque manner. In the background of an epic tale of friendship how innocence of humanity suffers at the hands of warmongering, Undergroud depicts that with an eclectic combination of mostly grim humor and a pinch of weighty sentiments, and in the process the film has  become a rare documental evidence on war atrocities.   

The film won the Palme d’Or at the 1995 Cannes Film festival.