Monday 29 January 2018

MOVIE PADMAVAT : My Review



RE-CREATION OF ROYAL SPLENDOUR
(By Subbaram Danda)


Queen Padmavati

Normally I go to movies only after reading their reviews in the print and online media and after satisfying myself about their worth.  In the case of Padmavat it is different.  I became unusually curious following the controversy that the film had sparked about its contents, the agitations that raged and the court battles that followed. The movie hit the screens on January 25, 2018 and I wanted to see it as early as possible. 

This morning (January 29) my wife and I watched the Tamil version of the film in a high-tech theatre in Chennai in 3D.  My verdict:  The agitators have a point.  Still, one can see the censor-certified film for its high cinematographic values.

The storyline of the big budget motion picture and Director Sanjai Leela Bhansali’s latest offering is simple.  The ravishing beauty and unparalleled valour of Chittor Queen Padmavati (Deepika Padukone) maddens Delhi Sultan Allauddin Khilji (Ranveer Singh).  The brute man wants to get her through intrigue, deceit and war to feed his lust.  His ravenous efforts fail at every stage.  Persistent, he makes a last ditch effort, which also becomes futile, as the queen commits sati with several Rajput women, as was the practice in those days. 

Alluddin Khilji

Some Rajput and political outfits assert that the film distorts historical facts and hurts their pride and sentiment.  However, the producers blatantly disclaim any historical link to their story and contend that the movie is based on a poem by the 16th century Sufi poet Malik Muhammad Jayasi.  The protesters also voice concern over “an intimate dream sequence” between the queen and Khilji.  But it is not there in the version screened in theatres.  Further, the agitators are against the queen performing a Goomar (traditional folk-dance of Rajasthan), that too exposing her midriff.  Their argument is that a Rajasthani queen never takes part in such a dance. Interestingly, this Goomar song has become a hit.  They also point out that Padmavati is not the real reason for Khilji to wage wars against Chittor.

It is anybody's guess whether the film in the present form with alterations made as suggested by the Censor Board addresses the concerns raised by the agitators.  The name of the film has been changed from the original Padmavati to Padmavat to fall in line with the nomenclature used by the Sufi poet in his poem. But for cinematic liberties taken here and there, throughout the movie the queen conducts herself as a dignified and stately royal figure.  Khilji appears as a monstrous and vicious character.  The Supreme Court has permitted its release as certified by the Censor Board upholding the principle of Freedom of Expression.  Still, the outfits have their reservations and do not want the film to be exhibited.


A scene before the queen commits sati with other Rajput women

Coming to production credentials, the film is undoubtedly a cinematic extravaganza.  Its opulence, gorgeous visuals and grand settings mesmerise the viewers.  Scenes of the battle field, palaces and forts have been painstakingly presented.  Graphic works come out superbly well.  Costumes and jewellery add sheen to the film.  The art directors, cinematographer and their team deserve an ovation. 

However, the film falls short of reaching the heights of Bahubali movies on any account.  

Deepika Padukone excels as a true Rajput queen at every stage.  Ranveer Singh with his highly toned body and a ruthless-looking face shines as a villain of the first order.   Shahid Kapoor as Padmavati’s husband manages to live up to the expectations of the audience.

There are not many songs in the lengthy film. One of them is very tuneful. “Goomar, Goomar nee aada…” will linger long in the minds of the audience.  

Those who look for celluloid dramas in epic proportions will certainly find the movie worthwhile watching.  The original Hindi film has been dubbed into Telugu and Tamil also.

Though cine hall owners in some states did not screen the film fearing outbreak of violence, it raked in good revenue in other parts of India and abroad.  The first day collections alone reportedly totalled Rs.24 crores. 

(Ends)

January 29, 2018







Monday 1 January 2018

RECOLLECTIONS Sweet and Sour - 01



At the suggestion of some of my well-meaning friends, I am pleased to take a look back over the years and share with you in this blog some interesting incidents in my life.  Some of them throw light on the benign as also the surly side of human beings, when they face unexpected situations.  I present them in their true colours without any exaggeration or play-down.  The incidents are not in chronological order.  Here I go. 





ONE IN A MILLION
(By Subbaram Danda)

K. Kamaraj was the Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu.  It was election time.  I was a journalist in the Indian Express.  I was assigned to accompany the Chief Minister in his campaign trail in the state and report.  

At that time, there were only three English newspapers published from Chennai, then called Madras.  The two other dailies were The Hindu, a morninger, and The Mail, an eveninger.  Of course, there were some Tamil newspapers.  Correspondents representing the national press were also based in the city.  Television was yet to enter the scene.

The Hindu also deputed a journalist for the election tour.  We were in the Chief Minister’s convoy, a very short one unlike in the present days.  Kamaraj’s personal aide Vairavan was instructed to take care of our requirements.

What impressed us most was that the Chief Minister himself would come to our place of stay every morning and make personal enquiries about us, particularly our food, accommodation and facilities to transmit our reports.  They were the days when we had to go to the post office to file press telegrams or make trunk calls to our offices.  Certainly, what the Chief Minister was doing was far beyond a Public Relations job.

On our return we were in for more surprises.  It was afternoon.  We were travelling in the Chief Minister’s Ambassador car.  Next to the driver was Vairavan.  In the rear row, I was behind the driver.  Next to me was the Chief Minister and next to him on the other end was The Hindu man.

We expressed a desire to get down at a convenient point on Mount Road (now Anna Salai) at Saidapet, instead of going to the Chief Minister’s residence in T. Nagar with him.   This would enable us to easily get into a bus heading towards our offices. 

The car stopped.  And I was about to open the door on the road side as I was sure traffic on the road would have been cleared in view of the Chief Minister’s arrival and also I did not want to disturb him sitting in the centre.  But to my great astonishment, he pulled me back and said, “Don’t do that.  It is wrong.”  He waited till The Hindu man got out on the kerb side, then he stepped out of the car and made way for me.  I was stupefied.

Certainly, I cannot forget the sheer humility and profound leadership traits of a great person – Kamaraj. 

(RECOLLECTIONS will continue)

January 01, 2018