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The great Indian parochialism at Dubai Film Fest

Gautaman Bhaskaran, Hindustan Times  Dubai, December 11, 2012
First Published: 17:20 IST(11/12/2012) | Last Updated: 19:02 IST(11/12/2012)

Once the renowned Indian movie director, Girish Kasaravalli, regretted how terribly parochial people in the country were. “When one of my films is screened in an international festival, the audience would be predominantly Kannadigas. Similarly, if a Telugu movie is shown, only the Telugus would patronise”.
 
AdoorI have seen this myself. When some of Adoor Gopalakrishnan’s (another celebrated Indian auteur) films are played, most of the viewers would be Keralites.
 
I was reminded of this great Indian parochialism last evening at the ongoing Dubai International Film Festival. A Malayalam movie, Shutter, and a Bengali work, Sound, were screened one after the other at a multiplex in a swanky upmarket mall. While the audience for Shutter was overwhelmingly made up of Malayalis, that for the Bengali film was of Bengalis.
 
As I walked into the theatre for Shutter, I was almost deafened by the babble of Malayalam. Fortunately, I do understand the language, and so was not quite at a loss amid what could have otherwise sounded alien or even gibberish.
 
Soon after, Shutter closed, Sound came on, and the same cinema was flooded by Bongs, and their excitement of watching a movie from their own home was apparent by the greetings and backslapping I witnessed. People greeted one another, spoke of family and friends and even talked shop in Bengali, also a language I know having grown up in Kolkata. 
 
Yes, in the midst of all this, I did notice a few whites, who saw both the films with rapt attention and enormous patience.  Indeed, one needed both.
 
Joy Mathews’ Shutter is painfully long at 134 minutes, and is often boringly repetitive. Although, the film’s synopsis says it is a satire on the helmer’s experiences in the Gulf, the main plot is quite something else.

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Admittedly, it is about a Gulf returnee, but it has more to do with his drunken misadventure one night when he gets locked in his garage, overlooking his home, with a prostitute. His Man Friday, an autorickshaw driver, who plays accomplice and locks the garage from the outside to let the two have fun, fails to turn up at  the stroke of midnight, the hour he had promised to return with hot food.

The unlikely couple find themselves caged in for two nights and a whole day, and most of the narrative centres on this terribly embarrassing plight. While the story line may have a dash of novelty, the scripting lacks any modicum of realism, and I was left wondering why at all this work was chosen as part of Celebration of India.
 
Certainly, Kaushik Ganguly’s Sound is a far better effort, and it talks about a Foley artist in Kolkata, who begins to hear less and less of human voices, his attention invariably drawn to what we call ambient sounds.

He would hear the whistle of a pressure cooker, but not what his pretty wife says. The gurgling sound of a stream, the rustle of leaves and the tinkle of a bicycle bell would all grab his attention, and his head would be working out how best to produce these sounds in the studio where he works.

In India, sync-sound is still difficult, given the extremely noisy conditions we live in.  There were two gripping performances in Sound. Victor Banerjee as a psychiatrist was impressive, and Raima Sen (Moon Moon Sen’s daughter and Suchitra Sen’s grand-daughter) as the troubled wife is not just pretty, but wonderful in a plain Jane role filled with anxiety and pathos.  Yes, even Sound could have been batter edited, and shorter.

Somehow, Indian cinema has the tendency to ramble on, thus losing the grip on the narrative.

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