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A daughter
fights back tears as she remembers how her father’s passion for cinema kept him
away from home… A village areca nut seller tells us how world cinema was
brought to his doorstep by that same man… Numerous Indian film stalwarts, many
of them alumni of Pune’s Film and Television Institute of India (FTII), recount
with awe that this man would unrelentingly watch films, making copious notes about
the condition of each print… A National Award winner recalls a kindness to a needy
pupil… An ex-student’s eyes twinkle at the memory of rumours that Nairsaab
would even steal, if the booty was a coveted print… Another chuckles as he relates
a story involving Nairsaab, eager students and censored film clips…
Great
film makers are great storytellers, no matter what their genre or medium.
Shivendra Singh Dungarpur’s documentary has all the elements that most directors of mainstream Indian
fiction features count off their fingers while making films: isme emotion hai, drama hai, comedy hai, aur
thhoda intrigue bhi. Only a man
in love with cinema could have so passionately told the story of another man
madly, crazily, blindly in love.
Celluloid
Man is Dungarpur’s painstakingly researched biopic of legendary NFAI founder P.K. Nair.
This could have been a dry, academic work. Could
have been but is not. By combining
sound bites – insightful and often humorous – of numerous film personalities
from India and some from abroad, with rare footage of old films across
languages, interviews with Nair and his family, Dungarpur brings to us an
entertaining, affectionate portrait of a man every devotee of Indian cinema would
probably bow to if his existence was common knowledge. Celluloid Man is a much-needed tribute. That it’s not a hagiography
makes it even more charming.
For
laypersons, especially children of the digital era, it may seem that a film
once made lives forever. Actually not. Films get destroyed. Reels get lost. Reels
get sold for the silver that can be obtained from them. Prints deteriorate. Prints
get discarded because no one thought they were worth keeping. Enter: the
archivist. Dungarpur paints a picture for us of Nair’s commitment to cinema;
how he travelled extensively to retrieve long-lost prints of old films for NFAI
in a country that still does not take film archiving seriously...from 1964,
when this FTII employee was tasked with building NFAI, till his retirement
nearly three decades later.
This
is a man who is the only reason why many cinematic national treasures have been preserved
for posterity. Celluloid Man contains
clips from some of those gems: India’s first full-length feature Raja Harishchandra, early experiments in
special effects with Sant Tukaram and
with little Lord Krishna standing on the head of the serpent in Kaliya Mardan, Bimal Roy’s Udayer Pathey, footage of Fearless
Nadia, a scene from Achhut Kanya
starring Devika Rani with an unimaginably skinny young Ashok Kumar and more. A director’s note tells us: “Few
are aware that 1700 silent films were made in India of which only 9 survive
thanks to the efforts of Mr. Nair.” This is a man who was
neither classist nor regionalist while archiving. We discover that Nair got
addicted to cinema from the day he first watched a film lying on a floor strewn
with sand in a Thiruvananthapuram theatre; he began collecting back then…anything relating to cinema…even
weighing machine tickets with photographs of stars at the back. Celluloid Man travels with him from his home state Kerala to Pune
to the frustrations of a retired life.
Shivendra Singh Dungarpur |
The late film
critic Roger Ebert once said: “No good film is too long. No bad movie is short
enough.” Aashiqui 2 was 140 minutes
too long. Celluloid Man’s 164 seem just
about right. Except for one overly long, meandering sound bite from Naseeruddin
Shah, and a pointless one from Saira Banu, there’s little that feels extraneous
here. Okay, perhaps the point didn’t need to be repeated so many times that
Nair has a phenomenal memory for reel numbers and shots! But these are niggling
concerns in an otherwise lovely film.
Celluloid Man won two National Awards in 2012:
for Best
Biographical Film and Best Editing (Irene Dhar Malik). Perhaps it’s time to consider a Dadasaheb
Phalke for its subject. P.K. Nair deserves no less. Thank you Shivendra Singh
Dungarpur for this quietly engaging film.
Rating
(out of five): ***1/2
CBFC Rating (India):
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U
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Running time:
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164 minutes
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Footnote: Celluloid Man features interviews with P.K. Nair, Krzysztof Zanussi, Lester James Peries, Vidhu Vinod Chopra, Saeed Akhtar Mirza, Gulzar, U.R. Ananthamurthy, Kumar Shahani, Naseeruddin Shah, Adoor Gopalakrishnan, Mahesh Bhatt, Rashid Irani, Shabana Azmi, Girish Kasaravalli, Ketan Mehta, Bala Nair, Santosh Sivan, Nasreen Munni Kabir, Suresh Chabria, Ramesh Sippy, Yash Chopra, Kamal Haasan, Sitara Devi, Saira Banu, Dilip Kumar, Shyam Benegal, Mrinal Sen, Rajkumar Hirani, K. Hariharan, Jaya Bachchan, Surama Ghatak (wife of the late Ritwik Ghatak), Shaji N. Karun, Venu, Sriram Raghavan, Basu Chatterjee, H.N. Narahari Rao, Jahnu Barua, Ashutosh Gowariker, K.S. Sasidharan, Balu Mahendra, Beena Nair (daughter of P.K. Nair), K. Ramachandra Babu, Kundan Shah
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The rating stars cannot do justice to this movie. As this is not a movie. It is a bitter truth about this unique job for which not even those care whose hard work is being take care by this man. Its a story of a man's dedication of his life to an art and a struggle which no one notices and no one cares for.
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