Showing posts with label Aamchi Mumbai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aamchi Mumbai. Show all posts

February 2, 2009

Millionaire Slumdog


‘Slumdog Millionaire’ the film by Danny Boyle, is about the lives of an orphaned boy ‘Jamal Malik’, his older brother ‘Salim’ and their childhood companion ‘Latika’. Deven Patel, a first time film actor from England, who plays the protagonist’s role, is ably assisted by Frieda Pinto as ‘Latika’ and an amateur young man from the Mumbai slums playing ‘Salim’. It has veteran Hindi film stars like Anil Kapoor, Irrfan Khan and Saurabh Mishra in beautifully scripted, short but meaty roles.

The film is stark and holds a mirror to the reality of life in the slums. Its theme is provocatively violent though there is very little violence actually shown. It is full of police brutality, entrapment of slum kids for prostitution and organized beggary, roadside gambling, illicit liquor trade, communal flare-ups, hoodwinking of foreign tourists and various assorted petty crimes. It actually shows the filthy underbelly of Mumbai but it could well be any other big Indian city.

The multiplicity of experiences that Jamal goes through in life before he plots his way in to a game show as a participant prepare him well for winning a large sum in the game. However at the end of the day one when the show gets over, Jamal is ahead by ten million rupees but decides to ride his luck. Sensing that something is out-of-place, Anil Kapoor, playing the game show host gets Irrfan Khan and Saurabh Mishra, playing cops, to check him out. They resort to the usual brutal police methods to make him confess to cheating at the game. That is when he narrates the story of his life.

There may be nothing new in the story per se, but the treatment and the presentation are something one was totally unprepared for. Boyle has done well in taking unknown actors since any big star in the key roles would have glamorized and thus reduced the impact of ‘Slumdog’.

Amitabh Bachhan writing in his blog raised questions about the poor depiction of India in such films and about the morality and necessity of hawking poverty in Mumbai slums. While there may be some merit in what he says, one must not forget that film-making is essentially about story-telling. If you feel you have a good story that you think will provoke all right-thinking people in to action in some way, you should just go ahead and tell the story as you visualize it. Film is essentially a director’s medium.

Yes, it is true that the movie at times is too crass, like the 1973 scene where Amitabh Bachhan, the movie star’s helicopter is about to land and Jamal, who is an ardent devotee of the star, is locked inside a crude ramshackle toilet on the fringes of Mumbai airport. To escape from the imprisonment and to meet his idol, Jamal jumps out of the toilet, landing in a heap of sh*t. Then in that sh*t-laden condition he runs to greet the star and take his autograph. That scene should have been done a bit more aesthetically. Again that is my perception and I guess the director is free to present it as per the demands of the script or as he sees it.

However the highlight of the film would have to be the scene in which the older brother, Salim, who has become a gangster, forces Latika, whom Jamal, who has joined a call center as a chai-wallah (a tea boy), manages to locate after an extensive search, to sleep with him. It is an extremely touching scene where the sheer helplessness and rage of Jamal comes through as does his extreme affection for ‘Latika’. That he yearns to ‘protect’ her rather than ‘have’ her like ‘Salim’ is what distinguishes the two characters.

Danny Boyle has churned out an engrossing ‘masala hindi movie’ where the characters happen to speak in the English language. One only wishes the language was a little less profane, but such transgression is permissible, given that this is about the underbelly and no one from a Mumbai slum can be expected to have gone to a finishing school and speak the Queen's English.

Whether it deserves to win ten Oscar nominations is likely to be debated for long. It would, in all probability, end up winning three, may be four Oscars. The Bombay film industry ardently hopes that list would include an Oscar for our very own A.R.Rehman or at the very least Gulzar Sahib, for their excellent work in the song that comes at curtain call, ‘Jai Ho!’

That ‘Jamal’ ultimately manages to win twenty million rupees and gets his girl is what appeals to a large majority of the viewers. It is this fairy-tale ending that inspires euphoria.
image courtesy the producers of the movie

September 13, 2008

Thank you. Oh ! Master

I write this piece to thank Raj Thackeray, chief of the Maharashtra Navnirman Sena (MNS), the munificent, magnanimous soul that he is, for the most charitable and noble act of his life, of granting a pardon to the one and only evil force in Mumbai, Amitabh Bachhan and Jaya Bachhan, who dared to raise a banner of revolt while staying in Mumbai. How dare he ?

I fully agree with you, Raj, that they deserve no mercy and the Bachhans along with their progeny must be crushed at any cost, for the ‘Marathi Manoos’ to live in peace and breathe easy after you and your ‘staunch supporters’ have removed all traces of the Bachhan influence from the sacred Marathi domain.

It is your greatness that you still thought it fit to pardon sinners like Jaya and Amitabh Bachhan. It speaks volumes about your large-heartedness and spirit of charity. That you even spared that police officer Prasad, who dared to question whose father this land belonged to, is the epitome of your spirit of accommodation for fellow Indians. That he can never move around without his badge and uniform would ensure that Mumbai law and order would improve in days to come. Even R.R.Patil didn’t have the guts to challenge your supremacy, though he claims to be Deputy Chief Minister. I guess even he wants to continue to live and work in Mumbai.

Raj sir, I doff my hat to you for your initiative and courage of conviction in taking up the causes that are so close to the hearts of the common ‘Marathi Manoos’. These hapless people were suffering in silence for long, while these Bihar and UPwalas were raking it in. Amitabh is said to command a fee of 10-12 crores per movie and he doesn’t even give a few lacs for the MNS. He expects to live in this wonderful metropolis of ‘Aamchi Mumbai’ without paying the rent to the real owners of Mumbai? How silly can these UPwalas get?

Your name would go down in history as one of the greatest warriors in service of Maratha pride, probably next only to Shivaji. There would be a slight difference though. While he only adorned the female attire to gain entry in to the mughal palace, you actually turned chicken when faced with the challenge from that man named Amar Singh.


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