Gupta IndianCinemaToday 1969
Gupta IndianCinemaToday 1969
Gupta IndianCinemaToday 1969
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ings, there was built a real and admirably afterwards without being intensely moved by
equipped 498-seat movie theater. All these pride and thankfulness. And, looking back now
years since, films have been thrown daily on to those days so long ago and far away, and
to its screen, as a tribute to the seventh art and in spite of or to explain a little grumbling, I
a continual source of pleasure and education. hear inwardly the words from an old hymn:
I nearly choked with excitement when the first "That such a light affliction should win so
program was given there and never stole down great a prize."
to the cinema there, and the wife was singing a period of superstition and isolationism, aided and
song from a film she had seen the previous year. For abetted by Christian missionary teaching of the
her, the experience of a Hindi film once a year was British period. They satisfy the common man's cur-
a tiny window on the world beyond the Rohtang iosity regarding the ways of the new times but do
Pass. not explain them. They not only do not try to make
The basic ingredients in the all-India film for thehim think; they do everything possible to stop him
laborer from Lahaul as well as the half-educated from thinking. Film landscapes change weirdly from
petty bourgeois comprise not only an operatic Bombay
as- to Tokyo or Delhi to Honolulu, airplanes
sembly of all possible spectacles, sentiments, melo-
land and big cars whiz past; the story has no logic,
drama, music and dancing, but a mix of these cal- but the songs are delectable, the heroines glamor-
culated to appeal to the righteous inertia of theous, the dances carry the viewer off his feet. Yet in
audience. In the absence of any other explanation the end he has not sinned himself; like the Code-
of technological phenomena, it is the Hindi film supervised American moviegoer of yore, he has
which holds forth: "Look at the Twentieth Century,merely inspected the sins of others before con-
full of night clubs and drinking, smoking, bikini-demning them. The hero with whom he identifies
has returned to his true love, the village belle, and
clad women sinfully enjoying themselves in fast cars
renounced the city siren. Sin belongs to the West;
and mixed parties; how right you are in condemning
them-in the end everyone must go back to the tra- virtue to India. Between the two Sharmila Tagores
ditional patterns of devotion to God, to parents,-one
to a cabaret dancer and the other a demurely
village life, or be damned forever." This answer Indian damsel-of Evening in Paris, no compromise,
does not try to explain; it merely echoes the natural
no middle tones are possible. The more the nou-
veaux riches rock and roll or twist and shake in blue
fear which traditional people have of anything new,
anything they do not understand. The films thusjeans, the deeper becomes the schizophrenia be-
give reassurance to the "family audience" whichtween
is modernity and tradition in the Indian cin-
the mainstay of the film industry. They panderema.
to The all-India film thus paradoxically becomes
the puritanism developed in the dark pre-British
the most effective obstacle against the development
years), film archives, serious film magazines, state ulace, but will find sufficient buyers to break out
recognition for good films, state finance, and a wider into art theaters and the film-club circuit (now con-
spread of import sources. These forces, despite oc- sisting of about a hundred groups). Under its pres-
casional signs of defeat, are in fact gathering some sures, even the commercial cinema may have to
strength; more people are beginning to get a taste undergo at least superficial changes in form, al-
of real cinema and becoming impatient to try their though perhaps not in spirit. The trail blazed by
hand at the medium, to hold their doors wide open the Bengalis is already being followed by other re-
to influences and examples from all over the world. gions who might also find paths of their own; and
Their dissatisfactions and creative urges are bound the total impact of India's regional films-like the
to find expression, sooner or later, in a kind of cin- best of the Bengali-may yet be memorable in
ema which may or may not cater to the vast pop- world cinema.
Film Reviews
MARKETA LAZAROVA vakia, is without a doubt the best historical film
Director: Frantisek Vlacil. Script: Frantisek Pavlicek and ever
VIa- made anywhere-not that it has much
cil, from the novel by Vladislav Vancura. Camera: Bedrich serious competition. Its only rivals are those
Batka. Score: Zdenek Liska. Ceskoslovensky Film; no U.S.
distributor as yet.
elegantly formal (and actually time-less)
masterpieces, The Passion of Joan of Arc and
The historical film generally has a very bad Alexander Nevsky. It is like some archaeologi-
name--and richly deserved. "Costume pic- cal record that has suddenly become animated;
tures" from DeMille onward have been synony- it makes you feel as if you've been plunged in-
mous with the worst in movie excesses: the gro- to some widescreen time-capsule. (The only
tesqueries of The Scarlet Empress with Dietrich recent film footage at all relevant to it is the
as Catherine the Great, Laughton deliciously "Lang" fragments in Godard's LeMdpris, where
and atrociously hamming it up as Henry VIII, strange painted Greeks climb out of the sea.)
the kimono-swishing revenges of Chushingura, There is virtually no trace in it of modem man;
Burt Lancaster sleepwalking through Visconti's a character played by Charlton Heston would
static landscapes in The Leopard-actor and be as out of place in it as a hairy mastodon in
set-designer films gone adrift in overblown Rockefeller Plaza.
fantasies of a melodramatic past. The historical Generally the makers of historical films en-
picture has lately taken a theatrical turn with gage in a simpleminded substitution game: they
modestly filmed plays such as A Man for All put comfortably contemporary characters into
Seasons and Lion in Winter, but these are fresh wigs and costumes, and ask us to imagine
hardly movies at all, much less good movies; they are Napoleon or Toulouse-Lautrec-but
the plot machinery and the thinking of the
they have the advantage of attracting fine stage
performers, but they do not even broach the characters are unutterably and unredeemably
real (and interesting) problems of relating film modern. There is not a character and not a
and theater, and simply allow their actors to situation in Marketa Lazarova which could
march about declaiming lines and confronting have been imagined by a Hollywood script-
one another. In Virginia Woolf, Marat/Sade, writer. Nothing in it is charming or picturesque.
and The Brig we have had intriguing experi- Hair is matted, filth is routine; none of the liv-
ments in theatricalized film, but what we have ing arrangements are at all familiar.
had from the historical film is mostly romances, Partly as a result of this, and partly from its
battles, escapes, and lots of cleavage. complex structure, the film is initially as confus-
Marketa Lazarova, which takes place in the ing as it would be to actually arrive in such an
thirteenth-century in what is now Czechoslo- alien culture. We don't at first have the faintest