Kisna, and an interesting break from Blogging

Just saw Kisna.

My head hurts slightly.

A Pahari who speaks slightly American English when provoked. A dancer fiance who breaks into a rope sequence when provoked. A Raja (of ambiguous origin and orientation) who has the libido of a teenage elephant. The only character that seemed a tad realistic was that of Katherine. But the number of factual errors, and flippant treatment of the ‘era’ factor, the lack of attention to the dialect, the stereotypes. the ignorance of the nuances of relationships etc completely kill what could have been an interesting way to look at the web of exchanges between those who represented the ‘enslaved’, and those who were the ‘sahibs’.

This movie is made not even for an NRI audience, but for those in the West (not all of it!) who would find some of the scenes enthralling. The movie had such potential to look at how a people who are nurtured by something as formidable as the Himalayas look at the world, and intricacies of man-woman relationships that cross cultural and national’isitc’ boundaries, and instead it tries to make a ‘Bombay Dreams’ out of it. See, that is what gets to me, when they kill a story that could have been vibrant with so many lives in it.

Vivek Oberoi simply doesn’t fit as Kisna. Having longer hair and swathing yourself in strange fitted clothes does not make you a man from the mountains. And even if you forgive the imagination of the director and the script, the factual inaccuracies are just too irritating, both in terms of the History of the period, and the obvious gaping holes in the screenplay!

Of course, the promos for Kisna insisted that it was about Love. It wasn’t. Besides, the movie has nothing to do with the character called Kisna. It has more to do with the incredible journey of faith and ‘maturing’ of a girl called Katherine. Subhash Ghai would like you to believe it has something to do with Partition, it doesn’t. Partition is portrayed as a bloody riot. It could have been any riot. (Save for an impassioned speech about Kisna being a Christian!)

Which brings me to one movie that to me was one of the most wonderful portrayals of relationships between the British and the Indian. Pradip Kishen’s Massey Sahib was a heart wrenching film. It talked of love, but of a different kind. Obviously, it was a very different relationship, wherein a man completely seemed to identify with his ‘Sahib’ and was torn between his ‘self’ and his ‘new born sensitivities’.

So, my mother, bored like crazy by this LOOONG movie, and my dad, tolerant as ever sat through it. I must admit I enjoyed some parts. Daksha’s movements are a visual treat. The ‘item’ number by Sushmita Sen was simply brilliant. But other than, a sadly forgettable movie.

But the funny thing is, this movie will probably get good reviews. For one, no one has attempted such a thing in some time. Secondly, most ‘professional’ reviewers have jackshit idea about History and what its nuances were. Subaltern is an unexplored tradition, and school. 🙂

Okay, this brings me to another important thing. About 9 more days before the wedding ceremonies begin! I leave tomorrow for places far beyond, and where internet hasn’t made its mark yet, and besides I will be hit with blunt objects on my head if I spend my time blogging and mailing instead of playing the bride! So while I may have a few sporadic posts in between, in effect, this is the last post for some time to come… probably 3 weeks or so. This place will be visited after that reasonable gap, where it will be like coming home after a vacation, and judging how many layers of dust must be removed before the surfaces can sparkle again.

Au revoir! (The French way of saying it is so much more nicer, Till we meet again!)

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