Gully Life review: Discovery’s documentary takes a shallow dive into Divine’s life

Gully Life review: Discovery Channel’s documentary on rapper Divine is a ‘by the numbers’ take on a the life of a musical genius.

Gully Life: Story of Divine
Rating: 2.5/5

Gully Life review: For the most part, the film follows Divine as he recites a summarised version of his life.

It’s been almost half a year since Zoya Akhtar’s Gully Boy hit theatres but for some, the fever is far from cured. The film’s producers may have released several videos and featurettes on the rappers and hip-hop artists who inspired the film, but that isn’t stopping others from washing their hands in the stream, months later.

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Now, Discovery Channel is all set to launch Gully Life, an hour-long documentary on the life of Vivian Fernandes, more commonly known as Divine. The documentary follows him as we visit his old home in the slums of Andheri where his abusive father would torment him and his brother; it then takes us backstage to the concerts where he now performs in front of thousands. In its 50 minutes runtime, this documentary by numbers makes no attempt to give you anymore than a cursory glance at a man’s life who launched a thousand musical dreams in the slums of Mumbai. Not just for himself, but for a hundred others who now dream to be just like him.

Gully Life relies too heavily on stock music for background and flavour than Divine’s own creations.

The most authentic and human moments of the film come when Divine meets us as Vivian. Whether talking fondly with his friends about watching his first murder as a kid near his basti, or remembering how he would take dips in a well that is now too dirty for it. From meeting his old tuition teacher to teasing his friends about their weird hairstyles, these were the moments that separate Vivian from Divine. The words that launched his stardom tell the story of this life rather than the one he lives now. That’s what separates his songs about the class divide from the those who sing about their Ferraris or their Balenciagas, a point that is made strongly and repetitively in the film.

The film continues into a more sensitive direction when he talks about his father who would abuse his brother or his mother who was working a thousand miles away in Qatar. The documentary takes help from the animation department to tell that part of his life, which may or may not be the highest quality. The father rages like a Chota Bheem villain while the kids animatedly cower under the bed in his fear. The effect is more comical than one that should induce empathy.

Divine in a still from Gully Life.

Add to that another complaint -- the music. For a film on the life of a musical genius, the documentary relies too heavily on stock music for background and flavour than Divine’s own creations. No more than a couple of songs--Mere Gully Mein and Jugli Sher--were heard or talked about distinctly as pivotal moments in his singing life.

Even when a music journalist says that he expects Divine to start making more politically charged music, a two-second clip of him singing Azadi is shown. Sure, the song was inspired by the JNU anthem and the original by Dub Sharma was brave and controversial, but the version that was ultimately used in Gully Boy was stripped of all its fierceness and made into a mellow, safe rendition that took no names and held no one accountable. Can’t really give Divine the credit for it just yet.

Gully Life, at best, falls somewhere on the short reading list if you loved Gully Boy. If makes a shallow, not very musical dive into the life of someone who deserved more.

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