I've been mulling over this list for some time now. In today's fast-paced world of cars and buses and motorbikes, the poor tonga is fast becoming an anachronism even in villages. And in cities such as Bombay, where the Victoria still holds a nostalgic hold on your heart, the phaetons have been phased out by a 2011 court order. (Or at least they were supposed to have been.) You definitely wouldn't find one of today's heroes or heroines in a ghoda-gaadi. But there was a time when the clippety-clop of the tonga meant there was a rollicking song(s) in store for us. OP Nayyar almost made that his signature tune, and Naushad (who probably introduced it) was not too far behind. Here is a post in the memory of an animal-drawn vehicle that gave us some wonderful melodies. But with some caveats. (Yes, Subodh, my 'arbitary rules' are going to come out in full force.)
20 April 2014
15 April 2014
|26.11.1923 - 07.04.2014|
This was not the post I intended to publish next. Amidst feverish work deadlines, I'd been polishing a review of a film adapted from Shakespeare. Last week, on 7th April, when I was putting the final touches to that post, news came in through my feeds - VK Murthy was dead. I had been planning a post on the veteran cinematographer for the past year and a half. It required more research than I had the time for, and I kept putting it off, only pausing to file away the articles I found for reference. Then, my laptop crashed and I lost not just my reference articles, but many drafts, lists, photographs and other important documents. VK Murthy, and my idea of a post on him, slipped into the recesses of my memory.
10 April 2014
My father loved the movies. His father, my grandfather, had loved the movies. I do not know if my great-grandfather had loved the movies, but I feel sure he would have done so if there had been movies back then! I grew up hearing tales of how my father and his elder brother , the two eldest of my grandfather's six children, were often taken to the cinema by their father. Of how, while growing up in Madras, they had once gone out to see one film, found that the show was sold out, and were promptly taken to the theatre nearby and shown another new release. Of how, when they came out of that screening, my grandfather had turned to the boys and asked, 'Do you want to see --- film (that they originally came for)?' And upon my father and uncle nodding in excited agreement, had promptly taken them both to watch that film as well.
It was a feat that my father would repeat, many, many years later, with me. We went to watch Zanjeer on its re-release, found out that the matinee was actually Caravan and that Zanjeer was the evening show, watched Caravan, came out, had a snack at a nearby hotel and went right back in to watch Zanjeer. (My mother was, well, not pleased, to put it mildly.)
4 April 2014
Cut to I-don't-know-how-many-months-later, when Dustedoff put up her post for Valentine's Day. In the comments, I put in Zara si aahat hoti hai from Haqeeqat; it's a song I like very much, and I rued that it was deleted from the film. She said it was there in her copy of the film. I realised I had mixed up two songs - the one missing was another beautiful and haunting Lata solo. Just that weekend, I had been mourning my lack of ideas for a song list. This just made me dig out my list, and decide how to make a post out of it. 'My Favourites' was out as a tag, because how do you have a list of favourite deleted songs anyway? But the songs were too good not to post, so I decided to make a stand-alone post of them.
31 March 2014
Photo source: YouTube
Then, I went back and re-read his articles, wondering how to use them best. I first thought I could add this interview under my article as a sort of complement to it. Then, I thought perhaps I should write a post about Manohari Singh first, and then put up this interview as the second part; again, that would have made Ashwin's article just an add-on to mine. While I still intend to write a comprehensive article on Manohari Singh to add to my The Masters category, I decided to let Ashwin's article stand as its own exclusive post.
Without much further ado, let me present guest writer Ashwin Panemangalore to my readers.
26 March 2014
Directed by: Amol Palekar
Music: MM Kreem
Shah Rukh Khan, Rani Mukherjee, Juhi Chawla,
Suniel Shetty, Amitabh Bachchan,
Dilip Prabhavalkar, Rajpal Yadav, Anupam Kher,
Naseeruddin Shah, Ratna Pathak Shah
Just before Paheli was released, there was a great deal of interest in the project. It was the ultimate melting pot of the purely commercial, as represented by Shah Rukh Khan (incidentally, anyone remember a time when he was Shahrukh Khan?), Rani Mukherjee, and Amitabh Bachchan, and a very different type of cinema that was personified by Amol Palekar. Reactions verged from 'Amol Palekar has sold out' and 'SRK wants a National Award in his kitty' to a genuine interest in how the project would take shape. Post-release reactions were equally polarised. In fact, I have rarely seen a mainstream commercial film that garnered as many negative reactions as it did positive ones. I hadn't seen it yet, then, and I remember my younger cousin who was visiting from India telling me he hated it - 'A woman falling in love with a ghost!' were the exact words he used, in the most disparaging tones ever. I was slightly taken aback. He and I usually shared similar tastes when it came to music and movies.
22 March 2014
Directed by: Ramesh Saigal
Lyrics: Sahir Ludhianvi
Starring: Raj Kapoor, Mala Sinha, Rehman,Mubarak, Leela Chitnis, Nana Palsikar
Loosely based on Fyodor Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, and adapted by actor Mubarak (who also plays a strong role in the film), Phir Subah Hogi deals with social injustice and inequality, unemployment and disillusionment, hope and despair. It makes a strong case for the average man who hoped for a better tomorrow after we attained our freedom from our colonial masters.
18 March 2014
Directed by: Jonathan Lynn
Starring: Joe Pesci, Marisa Tomei, Fred Gwynne, Lane Smith,
Austin Pendleton, Bruce McGill, Ralph Macchio, Mitchell Whitfield
This is one movie that I can watch on a continuous loop and not tire. It is hysterically funny, not because of slapstick, but because of bravura performances from Marisa Tomei and Joe Pesci, not to mention Fred Gwynne as Judge Chamberlain Haller. He must take the cake, the bakery, and the icing for saying the most comical lines in the most taciturn and deadpan manner, ever. I have been meaning to review this film for the longest of time, but have been putting it off, for no particular reason that I can think of. As one of my go-to movies when I'm feeling blue (I defy anyone to watch this and continue to feel blue!), it absolutely deserves a post of its own. A cult classic here, it is a shame that it is not better known, or appreciated than it is.
13 March 2014
What happens when a chance encounter with a stranger changes your life in ways that are unfathomable? What are the odds that you will discover a connection between the two of you that cannot be explained? When you talk about 'love' between two people, is there a definition that fits all relationships? Director Jean Becker (son of the great French noir director Jacques Becker) makes a movie that has a will-'o-the-wisp quality about it. Yet, the simple tale is grounded in the commonplace, everyday life of an semi-literate villager and the strange-but-not-quite experiences that befall him during his lunchtimes at a nearby park.
8 March 2014
The next step, of course, was to write a post on songs sung by the hero in disguise. The question of course, was, should I limit myself to what one of my readers, Subodh, calls my 'autocratic and dictatorial' rules? Should I, for instance, restrict it to just that trope - the disguised hero in the villain's den? Or should I, would I, could I widen the scope of the theme? After all, our heroes are known to disguise themselves to woo their beloveds in front of their disapproving fathers. They also disguise themselves just to woo the disapproving heroine, who will fall in love with them soon after. Hmm... after a long time spent debating the pros and cons (all of 3.6 minutes), I decided I would, could, and should leave the theme wide open - 'why' doesn't matter.