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Saturday, December 7, 2019

REVIEW 754: PANIPAT


Release date:
December 6, 2019
Director:
Ashutosh Gowariker
Cast:


Language:
Arjun Kapoor, Kriti Sanon, Sanjay Dutt, Mantra, Mohnish Bahl, Padmini Kolhapure, Zeenat Aman, Nawab Shah
Hindi with a bit of Marathi


The bar for Hindi film historicals plunged to unprecedented depths last year when Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Padmaavat brazenly edited the truth to cash in on the anti-Muslim sentiment currently pervading India. Since then, Anurag Singh’s Kesari has rivalled that all-time low, distorting a 19th century battle by a Sikh regiment of the British Indian Army against Pathan forces, demonising the Muslim Pathans and rewriting the episode as a long-term fight by the Sikhs for India’s Independence.

History has been one of the many casualties of this era of fake news.

It is a measure of the abysmal state of Bollywood that it comes as a relief that Panipat is not an Islamophobic film. The Third Battle of Panipat was fought at that historic site in north India between the Afghan ruler Ahmad Shah Abdali and the Marathas. though the writing team and director Ashutosh Gowariker (maker of Lagaan, Swades and Jodhaa Akbar) do take liberties with crucial facts here, at least they do not falsely paint this as a war between Muslim monsters and Hindu saints.

This is not to suggest that the film is bereft of caricatures. Of course not. The point simply is that the caricaturing in Panipat is not along religious lines, it is employed instead to portray the Marathas – their Muslim associates included – as a cleaner, gentler, more likeable people than Abdali and his associates. Towards this end, for instance, the opposition soldiers who attack the Peshwa’s young son Vishwas Rao and the Maratha general Ibrahim Khan Gardi on the battlefield are shown growling and contorting their faces like beasts of prey. It goes without saying that no Maratha in the film growls. No Maratha in the film is shown killing quite as viciously as Abdali either. Likewise, Abdali’s Rohilla ally Najib-ud-Daula is designed, both in terms of acting and styling, as an in-your-face slimeball. Again, no member of the Maratha side is pointedly made to look like a snake.

Still, it is important to note that this lack of nuance is not one-tenth as blatant and tacky as Padmaavat, nor dangerous and hate-filled in the way that film was.

Panipat casts Arjun Kapoor as Sadashivrao Bhau, the commander of the Peshwa’s Army who was sent to confront Abdali’s forces advancing across north India. This is 1761, the Marathas hold sway over large parts of the Indian subcontinent, the last of the powerful Mughal emperors, Aurangzeb, has been dead for half a century, and the present occupant of the throne in Delhi is a  weakling who owes allegiance to the Marathas. The Mughal court is divided though between pro- and anti-Maratha elements, and this is one of the sparks that leads to Sadashivrao’s campaign against Abdali (played by Sanjay Dutt) which culminates in the historic Battle of Panipat on January 14, 1761.

Gowariker’s Panipat spends considerable time on how the rivals stitched together alliances with small rulers across north India, using material gain and religion as a lure. This part of the narrative – despite the melodramatic acting by the supporting cast, the narrative’s penchant for overstatement and overcrowded as it is with new characters – remains interesting to the extent that it illustrates the impermanent, opportunistic nature of political relationships of the time, no different from the modern age.

Whether factual or fictional I cannot tell, but Sadashivrao’s wife Parvati (Kriti Sanon) is portrayed as an intelligent strategist whose advice and negotiation skills stood him in good stead. She, in fact, is the prime narrator of her husband’s story.

We know from Jodhaa Akbar that Gowariker has a gift for mounting lavish battlefield scenes, and here too the director does not disappoint although he is thankfully less self-indulgent in these passages in Panipat than he was in that earlier film. The actual combat and manoeuvrings at Panipat are surprisingly engaging, again, despite the amateurish acting of the bit-part players.

If Panipat remains a middling film despite this, it is because of its complete lack of finesse in addition to the needless romanticisation of the Marathas. A point once made is underlined and then re-underlined by the background score and the use of close-ups, which become particularly problematic when they end up  focusing on hammy actors. Sometimes the tone of the narrative becomes ponderous while at other times tricky points are rushed over. This is especially disappointing when Abdali, angered by the Maratha takeover of one of his occupied territories, decides to cross the Yamuna although the river is in full flow. Showing how precisely he managed this despite the high and turbulent waters would have played up his smartness and determination as a leader, which Panipat obviously does not want to do, but as a consequence a potentially great scene with spiffing special effects just never happens.

Then of course there is the minor matter of facts. Contrary to what the closing text on screen says,  avoids saying and implies, in reality the loss to Abdali in the Battle of Panipat grievously affected the Marathas, stalled the spread of their empire in India and in the long run laid the ground for the establishment of most of India as a British colony.

This much laypersons know if they paid attention to their school books. Hopefully a historian will watch this film and offer us a more detailed analysis, but until then a few hours of research even by a non-expert reveals reasons for the Marathas’ failure at Panipat that the film intentionally skips, thus robbing it of additional layers. According to the film, Sadashivrao lost due to limited resources and betrayals by four key allies, a point stressed in the choice of title, Panipat: The Great Betrayal. What it does not mention at all is what critics of the Peshwa say, that among other issues, Sadashivrao was a poor diplomat and did not know the north well, which made him a bad choice as leader for this war.

Panipat shows a large contingent of women (companions, not fellow warriors) accompanying the Maratha Army and a character in passing mentions a number of pilgrims also with them. A common sense question from even a lay viewer would be, why would an army weigh itself down in this fashion? Historians believe this too was a factor in Sadashivrao’s defeat, but Panipat is not a film to indulge in such a critique. The film’s goal is clear: to dwarf the victor (because he came from what is even now a foreign land) and idolise the vanquished (because he is our desi boy, y’know), to claim that Abdali was motivated by greed while Sadashivrao had no selfish interests. With this in mind, Sadashivrao even gets to deliver a line about how “loot” has spurred Abdali to fight for Delhi whereas he, Sadashivrao, is there to offer “raksha” (protection). Ya sure, “raksha” and not a desire to expand Maratha rule.

The lack of gray in the characterisation of Sadashivrao makes him bland and pulls down the film in its entirety. Frankly, Parvati – the medicine woman he marries despite her lower social status – is far more fascinating.

Of the main cast, Sanon’s spirited performance as Parvati proves once again that this youngster deserves more than Bollywood has been offering her so far. She is beautiful, has a commanding personality, towards the end of this film offers evidence of impressive fighting skills and can act. In Panipat she also has the benefit of a character who is better fleshed out than most of the rest. In fact, Team Gowariker seems to be making a point to Team Bhansali when Sadashivrao is shown extracting a promise from her that she will not commit Sati if he dies, in sharp contrast to Padmaavat which glorified this regressive practice and treated Rani Padmavati’s Sati like a fashion parade.

Kapoor as Sadashivrao is earnest, while Dutt deadpans his way through the role of Abdali. Zeenat Aman is wasted in a cameo. And this cannot be said enough: the casting of most of the remaining actors comes across as careless.

So yes, Panipat is shorn of Padmaavat and Kesari’s insidious intent, but it is not exactly an innocent, truthful chronicler of Indian history. Add to that its lack of polish and spark, and for all its positives, it ends up as just an average affair.

Rating (out of 5 stars): 2


CBFC Rating (India):
UA 
Running time:
173 minutes 

This review has also been published on Firstpost:


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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

INACCURACIES IN BOLLYWOOD HISTORICALS & FILMS BASED ON TRUE STORIES / A SHORTER VERSION APPEARED IN THE HINDU BUSINESSLINE


(A shorter version of this article was published in The Hindu Businessline’s BLink on August 13, 2016. It was written before the release of Rustom and Mohenjo Daro.)


BOLLYWOOD AND THE ART OF AVOIDING FACTS

In the week of Rustom and Mohenjo Daro’s release, let us ask why so many Hindi films in 2016 – from Airlift to Budhia Singh – have shown a bizarre apathy towards authenticity and accuracy

By Anna MM Vetticad

By the time you read this, Ashutosh Gowariker’s Mohenjo Daro and Tinu Suresh Desai’s Rustom will be in theatres. This column goes to press before their release. It has, however, been hard to miss the chorus of online irritation all summer over perceived historical inexactitudes in the promotional material of Gowariker’s film, which is set in the ancient Indus Valley Civilisation. Since Rustom is said to be based on the true story of the murder committed by Commander K.M. Nanavati in 1959, some experts have also pointed out that the styling of the hero (Akshay Kumar) in the film’s posters and trailers is an incorrect representation of Indian Navy men in the 1950s.

My mantra as a critic: watch the film, then decide. Sadly though, the janta is justified in being cynical about Bollywood’s rare flirtations with ancient or recent history and biopics. This year has been particularly bad on this front. From the superhit Airlift, to Mohammed Azharuddin’s biography that the opening disclaimer said was not a biography, to last week’s Budhia Singh: Born To Run, Hindi cinema has shown a bizarre apathy towards authenticity and accuracy in too many films based on true stories in 2016.

To be fair, research takes time, time costs money, and the biggest budgets of even India’s biggest three industries – Telugu, Hindi and Tamil – are still a fraction of what Hollywood spends per film. Historicals and period dramas are uncommon in India largely because costumes and sets for quality films in these genres are forbiddingly expensive. Beyond these constraints lies a disturbing truth though, that many Hindi filmmakers are just casual about facts, and the masses give them a long rope. (Note: this column is not a clean chit to other Indian industries; the Hindi film industry, i.e. Bollywood, just happens to be today’s focus.)

Take for instance Budhia Singh which was released in early August. Soumendra Padhi’s film is about the slumchild who was widely covered by the national and international media when he ran 48 marathons in 2005-06, culminating in a 65 km Bhubaneshwar-Puri run in 2006 at the age of four. Singh was subsequently taken away from his coach/adoptive father Biranchi Das by Odisha’s child welfare officials on the grounds that marathons are harmful for one so young.

Budhia Singh makes an appearance of raising questions about the late Das’ ethics, but covertly bats for him by caricaturing officialdom and portraying government representatives as a nasty, ill-intentioned, politicking bunch who did not have the boy’s interests at heart. It also fails to specify global norms from then and now. The International Association of Athletics Federations’ 2012 medical manual recommends 3 km as the maximum competition distance and 6 km as the weekly training distance for children below nine, whereas Das had Budhia reportedly running at least eight times that distance each week.

The grievousness of Das’ actions – however fond he may have been of the child – are mind boggling, but hey, what are a few data here and there or even a child’s health when you are trying to build up a man as a hero and hoping to cash in on viewer disillusionment with the country’s corrupt sports establishment?

Padhi merely excluded details that were inconvenient to the point he was trying to make through his film. Director Raja Krishna Menon went a step further than cherry-picking information: he fabricated facts.

Menon’s Airlift is about the evacuation of Indians from Kuwait after the 1990 invasion by Iraq. The particulars of the true story on which the film is based are laid out in a 2014 Scroll report: after Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait in August 1990, the Government of India evacuated “more than 110,000 citizens from Iraq and Kuwait via an airlift that included nearly 500 flights. The operation is the largest civilian evacuation in history… Eventually, Air India would fly 488 flights over 59 days, carrying 111,711 passengers”.

In the film, 1.7 lakh Indians (not 1.1 lakh) are rescued through the single-handed efforts of a fictional businessman called Ranjit Katiyal (played by Akshay Kumar), after he persuaded a reluctant Indian MEA official to help despite overall government indifference. In actuality, this unprecedented achievement was the result of coordination between Indian bureaucrats, diplomats and some private individuals in Kuwait, following a diplomatic eggshell walk by then Foreign Minister I.K. Gujral.

At the time, Gujral was highly criticised for a very public, widely photographed embrace with Hussein, although that meeting while Iraq was under fire from much of the rest of the world is why Hussein allowed our citizens to leave. Considering the flak the V.P. Singh sarkar swallowed to make the evacuation happen, it seems beyond callous that Airlift portrays the government and bureaucracy as completely disinterested in the fate of its stranded citizens back then. It is evident that all this was done in a bid to build up the imaginary Katiyal as a gutsy solo player in the tradition of conventional Bollywood heroes.

A text plate at the end of the film acknowledges a “Mathunny Matthews” and a “Vedi” without explaining who they were or what role they had in this mammoth exercise. Apparently, giving the full names and details of real-life stars is unnecessary. Apparently too, their names were an inconvenience since a non-existent Katiyal would better fit the persona and physique of the film’s chosen leading man. (For the record, Mathunny/Sunny Matthews and Harbhajan Singh Vedi were among the handful of private individuals who reportedly spearheaded the operation on the ground in Kuwait.)

This is not to say other film industries do not toy with facts. For instance, Hollywood’s 2015 offering Steve Jobs – a biopic of the Apple founder – and its writer Aaron Sorkin were slammed by journalist Joe Nocera in The New York Times for “how little it had to do with the flesh and blood Steve Jobs” for various reasons. Nocera writes:

There are moments in the film, like the big “reconciliation” scene with his out-of-wedlock daughter, Lisa, that are almost offensively in opposition to the truth. (Although Jobs’s relationship with Lisa could be volatile at times, she had in fact lived with him and his family all through high school.)

…As it turns out, Sorkin is quite proud of his disregard for facts. “What is the big deal about accuracy purely for accuracy’s sake?” he told New York magazine around the time “The Social Network” came out. The way he sees it, he is no mere screenwriter; rather, he’s an artist who can’t be bound by the events of a person’s life — even when he’s writing a movie about that person.

Ben Affleck’s Oscar-winning 2012 film Argo, gripping though it was, was conscienceless in this matter. Argo 
was about the rescue of six US
 embassy officials in the 1979-81 Tehran hostage situation. It gave credit for the evacuation entirely to the CIA and its operative Tony Mendez, while diminishing the role of the Canadian embassy, a role that Jimmy Carter – who was the US President during the crisis – vouches for.

Carter told CNN after watching the film, “Ninety per cent of the contributions to the ideas and the consummation of the plan was Canadian. And the movie gives almost full credit to the American CIA.” He added: “Ben Affleck’s character in the film was only… in Tehran a day and a half… The main hero, in my opinion, was Ken Taylor, who was the Canadian ambassador who orchestrated the entire process.”

Argo also showed the British and New Zealand embassies in Tehran turning away the American diplomats before they take refuge in the Canadian embassy. This too was contrary to recorded accounts, and in 2013 New Zealand’s Parliament even passed a resolution censuring the film for this falsehood.

What Hollywood does wrong, Bollywood can do worse. Argo fibbed and juggled reality to play up the CIA’s role in a true story of valour and play down the role of its allies, in keeping with the US film industry’s perennial policy of lionising America in all contexts. Airlift, on the other hand, created a whole new human being tailor-made for Bollywood melodrama and a particular superstar.

Whether such decisions are motivated by convenience, personal ideology or artistic sloth, filmmakers usually cite “cinematic/dramatic/creative licence” as their excuse when confronted with facts. Affleck is quoted in Britain’s The Telegraph explaining his choices thus: “I struggled with this long and hard, because it casts Britain and New Zealand in a way that is not totally fair. But I was setting up a situation where you needed to get a sense that these six people had nowhere else to go. It does not mean to diminish anyone.” What a wonderfully worded, sincere-sounding string of euphemisms to explain away creative laziness.

No doubt feature filmmakers do need some leeway to heighten the entertainment quotient in their works for a mass audience. However, “cinematic licence” cannot become a shield for negligence, indolence, prejudice, opportunism, defamation and lies.

Hey filmmakers, creative licence need not be irresponsibly used. Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra’s Bhaag Milkha Bhaag, for instance, shows Milkha Singh haunted by memories of the Partition during the 1960 Rome Olympics 400m final and looking back as he nears the finish line, thus losing the race; Singh, however, says he lost because he made a poor judgement call and consciously changed his rhythm mid-race. Mehra’s dramatisation is harmless, even if needless. Available images of Emperor Akbar suggest he was not a Hrithik Roshan-grade hottie, but no one holds that against Gowariker’s Jodhaa Akbar. It is unlikely that a historical text has recorded Peshwa Bajirao sharing a romantic bath with his wife, but it would make no sense to cite that scene as a grouse against Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Bajirao Mastani.

On a serious note, it goes without saying that Sonam Kapoor in this year’s wonderful Neerja had to guess the expressions on Pan Am flight purser Neerja Bhanot’s face in the hours before her death on a hijacked flight in 1986.

See, we do understand “cinematic licence”. Just do us a favour and do not hide behind it when you are being immoral, amoral, unjust, unfair, biased, miserly or plain lazy, especially not when you fool around with reputations and lives.

Link to the shorter version of this column published in The Hindu Businessline:


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RELATED LINKS:

Anna M.M. Vetticad’s review of Rustom:


Anna M.M. Vetticad’s review of Mohenjo Daro:


Anna M.M. Vetticad’s review of Airlift:


Anna MM Vetticad’s review of Budhia Singh – Born To Run:


Journalist Sandeep Unnithan’s break-down of Akshay Kumar’s look in Rustom:


Photo captions: Stills/posters from (1) Rustom (2) Mohenjo Daro (3) Airlift (4) Budhia Singh Born to Run

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