SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 04, 2006

Rang De Basanti. A generation awakens?

Director's Note: There are two primary choices in life - to accept conditions

as they exist or accept responsibility for changing them. Rang De Basanti is

about changing them.

To do or not to do, that's the question.

Let's look at the pleasant colours of the movie.

Story. Rang De Basanti has a story to tell. That alone makes it a considerably

superior to the other contemporary formula movies running in the theatres. This

movie draws an interesting parallel between pre-independence India and the India

we live in. It also seems to suggest a flattering possibility of the presence of a

dormant super-hero in each one of us. O wow! Feels Good!

Performance. A good performance is the least what you expect from Aamir Khan. And

he doesn't disappoint you at all. The rest of the cast is also nice. Surprisingly, Rang

De Basanti is not an Aamir Khan movie per se. He shares the screen time almost

equally with other actors who have done well too. Atul Kulkarni distinguishes himself

by his passionate expressions and powerful dialogues delivery. Siddharta looks

convincing in his role and Sharman Joshi tickles the audience with his Haryana-

accented humor. Soha Ali Khan does better than what I had expected from her. I wish

Madhavan had a longer role in the movie. He is always good to watch. And this girl,

Sue, is good too. But great actors like Om Puri and Waheeda Rehmaan have been

under-utilized and wasted. There is not much for them to do in this movie.

Songs. I get repelled by beats very easily. Rock has always been a noise to my ears.

My taste of music is, I admit, anachronistic. But for a change Rehman makes it quite

a 'youthful' experience this time. The songs celebrate the spirit of the movie and

colours your mood. The title song sung by Daler Mehndi is just too good. The lyrics as

well as the timing of Roo-ba-roo in the movie is very nice. Overall a good musical

score.

*Akshaya has written a fascinating review of the movie, especially of the music. Read

it here.

Theme. It's a nice attempt. Movies, believe it or not, influence our psyche more than

anything else. Especially in India where people derive their values (!) from movies,

however absurd it might seem to you, any attempt to show something meaningful is

welcome. As I am not very unforgiving with the idea of moralizing and preaching,

which is the latent fallout of movies based on a socio-political theme, I enjoyed in

particular the dialogues and discussions in the movie.

Now I'll talk about what was not so good in the movie.

The treatment of script does justice neither with the spirit of the script nor with the

choice of the script. Result: Rang De Basanti paints your mood with eye-dazzling

fluorescent colours, which goes down the drain in the first shower you take.

Characters: To start with the characters don't look genuine at all. They look made-up

and they behave as if they are acting, as if a camera is watching them, as if they are

living for someone's entertainment! They remind me of a 10th class boy, who in order

to make himself interesting to the girl he loves, makes a big fool of himself. They try

too hard to impress the audience. They look good but they look fake; distastefully,

artlessly and hopelessly fake. The Director uses them as puppets. They have a life but

they don't have a life of their own. In second half they lose their whatever scanty

identity they have had in first half. They are used as mere mouthpieces. They say

what they are asked to say; they say things that are incoherent with the portrayal of

their character. Very hastily and equally clumsily they are pushed into playing the

roles that were ludicrous to their taste. And hence their effect doesnt last long. It dies

with the day.

Transformation: Ostensibly the transformation of these fun-loving cool dudes into the

worthy successors of our freedom fighters was the soul of the movie. Who says it is

impossible? No, it is surely possible.

-to kya karein?

-maar daalo.

-kya???

-haan.maar daalo use.

The bereaved buddy *asks* them to kill the defence minister and lo! kaam ho gaya,

madam.

Again, possible! Oh yes it is. But sorry, I am not convinced.

Nonsense is a group activity and most of the group activities are essentially

nonsensical in nature. Hardly anything meaningful or productive ever takes place

in a group. Even individuals capable of better things talk nothing of any intellectual

or even emotional import in groups. Of course I do understand that there are

exceptions when people of similar interests come together and make groups to learn

and grow together. Even then, I have observed, the mediocrity prevails and

ultimately the main purpose gets defeated by petty political conflicts. Or romantic

affairs.

Whenever one feels an inner compulsion of doing something he believes in, he goes

alone. Each one of us fights his/her own battle. Each one of us chooses his/her own

battlefield. This is the greatest burden and the greatest privilege as well. At any rate,

one can not do anything of any worth in a group where a high 'hypocricy-quotient' is

of utmost necessity, for mere admission in the group. Havent you noticed how the

same individual behaves in one-to-one interactions and how utterly differently he

behaves in groups? Havent you noticed how you yourself behave in a group?

This is what makes Dil Chahta Hai superior to Rang De Basanti. The latter looks

pedestrian in front of the former. The latter is fake and the former was genuine. The

transformation, nay metamorphosis, of the whole cool gang at the same time

by the same incident in the same way? May be possible. Sue finds all the actors

for her dream project in the same gang! Possible. All of them turn out to be having

hidden DNAs of great heroes! Possible. The same question assail their minds and

they are rescued by the same answer. Possible. So many possibilities in a row?

Possible. Okay. But this possibility is not any more possible than the possibility of my

liking it. In Dil Chahta Hai, the friends laugh together and dance together but when

their destinies call them, they go alone. This is how life is. Nature has its own

aesthetic taste.

Stereotypes and Simulacrum: And a particular observation has started getting on my

nerves. I wonder why all punjabis have to be alike in nature? Why each one of them

has to burst out in a flurry of Bhangra at slightest provocation? Why should one talk

more than that is needed and more loudly than that can be tolerated? Why can't one

even pretend to be thoughtful, even to look different, even to attract a female, even

for God's sake? Why this burden of 24*7 enthusiasm? I am tired of these stereotypical

pan-chewing biharis and chak-de-fatte punjabis. The filmmakers portray punjabis as

arrant fools capable of nothing better than nonsense dance, as if they have to dance

in order to forget the perpetual itch in their arse. God! A man has to die to make

them leave the dance floor! And how credulously we have accepted it all though we

very-well know that it's far from the world we live in. It seems that these film-makers

don't at all respect for our intelligence and our capacity to appreciate the subtleties

and various nuances in a character. It's ludicrous that a villain must look like a villain.

So much sterotypes and so much kitsch. But kitsch has a power to overshadow the

reality. It has done it again. This movie is a triumph of kitsch over everything

genuine.

I wonder what would a foreigner, who knows punjabis (or biharis, for that matter)

only through popular hindi cinema, say if he/she meets a punjabi who happens to be

in pensive mood.

- you said you were punjabi?

- yes.

- but how come you are not dancing?

- ?

I'm sure he/she would take our pensive punjabi as exceptional or abnormal or lesser

punjabi. And if our poor chap happens to be not very rich then o my God! What kind

of punjabi are you? This is what happens when perception differs widely from reality

and separated by a deep ditch of confusion.

Baudrillard's simulacrum and hyper-reality suddenly seemed to have more meaning

than I had previously understood. As DJ looks more punjabi than our pensive punjabi.

Similarly the gang looks more young than youth itself. I wondered how? And I

wondered how ridiculous these guys would look if not backed by this noisy

background music? All the effect, all the noisy gaiety and vacuous machoism would

vanish in a flash leaving them look like a bunch of jokers with painted-nose in a third-

rate fancy-dress show. Their youth was supported by nothing but noise and would die

with it. So dance, or die.

This movie pretends as if we have been oblivious of the corruption in our political

system. It wants a credit for letting us see the similarity between our former and

present rulers. And it claims that a generation awakens. Awakens? To what?

Let me digress a little. We are living in changing times. After independence, this is

the time of biggest upheavals. And unlike 1947, this change has affected even the

lower middle-class also. Then I don't think things concerning our everyday life

changed so drastically. Our constitution remained the same and police continued to

be a repressive force in the hands of those few who were in power. The

administration continued to second-fiddle the politicians and the judiciary rather

deteriorated after independence. Hardly anything changed. Yes, the elite class surely

claimed their right to rule and they distributed power and wealth among themselves.

Nothing much changed for we, the people.

But this change has much deeper penetration. This post-globalization economic and

cultural change has swept the entire nation under its great wings. The big ship has

landed into the river and all the boats are rocking by the giant waves thus created.

Some are being tossed about and some have been capsized. Either you climb at the

big ship or you drown. Everyone is groping for the rope. But it is not easy as your

neighbour also wants it. And he can knock you down to get it. So better you knock

him down before he does to you.

Our values are left in the boats we had deserted. We dont know what is right and

what is wrong? We are culturally confused people. We have lost our memory. Who

are we? What do we do? Where do we go? I think these are the questions to be

answered. Urgently. The problem in our generation is this ever-widening economic

disparity and this sudden realization of poverty (accentuated by the stark difference

in lifestyle) in those who have been left behind in their boats rocking precariously in

the turbulent river. I wont waste my words and your time anymore on it and will

come back to Rang De Basanti.

I disagree to those who blame this movie to have endorsed violent means of political

reformation. They must have forgotten the Q&A scene where Karan apologises for

what he had done. Rang De Basanti has not recommended violence and it should not

be criticized for doing what it has not done. Infact it doesnt offers any solution. It just

asks us to do something about the problems around us instead of doing nothing. And

I admire the movie for it. The movie has already suffered the nonsense of a dumb

animal-lover who finds torture on animals only in movies and nowhere else. How

helpless emotion looks in the embrace of sentimentality, especially when it is fake!

In the last, on a lighter note, I have known two types of movie, good movies and bad

movies. Then I saw Rang De Basanti.

Go and watch this movie. With all its weaknesses it's worth a watch.