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Tuesday, September 3, 2019

FEATURE ON SEXISM IN BOLLYWOOD


Nothing Humourous About It

Despite a marked increase in feminist viewers and activists speaking up against sexist jokes in Hindi films, the truth is that the audience and media continue to have a high tolerance level for patriarchy, misogyny and sexism on screen

In all the thunderous anger and support that Kabir Singh attracted this summer, another star-led Hindi film passed under the radar of most feminist viewers. De De Pyaar De, released just weeks earlier, had Ajay Devgn playing a 50-year-old called Ashish introducing his 26-year-old girlfriend Aisha to his estranged wife Manju (Tabu).

One of the film’s scenes shows Aisha obtusely comparing Manju to a “puraani gaadi” (old car) while Manju likens her to a high-maintenance “nayee gaadi” (new car). This is not the first sexist joke in the film: the morning after their maiden meeting, Aisha sniggers over the possibility that she could have been raped by Ashish when she was passed out – of course she does not call it rape, she cheerily asks why he did not do her when he had the chance, which gives him the perfect moment to slip in a swipe at rape survivors, “I do not give women the opportunity to cry rape using the pretence of having been unconscious as their excuse.”

Perhaps director Akiv Ali’s De De Pyaar De escaped a stormy reaction while Sandeep Reddy Vanga’s Kabir Singh did not because Ali is less overtly virulent in his animosity towards women, wrapping it around a sedate-looking hero who is never shown assaulting women, unlike Kabir. Much of the misogyny in De De Pyaar De is also strategically written into dialogues spoken by the women themselves.

That said, the brouhaha over Vanga’s film may give cheer to north India’s women’s rights activists, but a celebration would be premature as is evident from the box-office success of Kabir Singh and the comparatively muted criticism of De De Pyaar De. Both developments point to the fact that despite a marked increase in demands for accountability from Hindi filmmakers since the anti-rape protests that followed the December 2012 Delhi gangrape, the truth is that the audience and media continue to have a high tolerance level for patriarchy, misogyny, sexism and sexist humour including rape jokes on screen.

After all, the audience that was vociferous about Kabir Singh has been far gentler on Luv Ranjan, co-producer of De De Pyaar De, who has built his entire career on humourising hatred for women in his directorial ventures Pyaar Ka Punchnama (2011), Pyaar Ka Punchnama 2 (2015) and Sonu Ke Titu Ki Sweety (2018).

Like him, more high-profile directors too have gotten off lightly for trivialising rape in the past decade or so. The critically acclaimed ones among them include Rajkumar Hirani whose 3 Idiots, produced by the equally acclaimed Vidhu Vinod Chopra, featured a long speech in which a character is tricked into repeatedly saying “balaatkaar” (rape) instead of “chamatkaar” (miracle). The scene was positioned as the high point of hilarity in this 2009 blockbuster. In 2007’s Jab We Met directed by Imtiaz Ali, the otherwise likeable Geet (Kareena Kapoor) and Aditya (Shahid Kapoor) casually toss the word “rape” between them in scenes designed to be cute and funny. In Ali’s Rockstar in 2011, when Heer (Nargis Fakhri) and Janardhan (Ranbir Kapoor) exit a shady theatre where they were watching a low-grade film called Junglee Jawani, he chuckles as he says, “If we stayed any longer in the hall, you’d have been raped,” to which she replies with a laugh, “That’s fine, it would have been Junglee Jawani Part 2.”

It may be argued that these three films were released pre-2012, when feminist viewers were less vocal and less Hindi film critics were vehement in their opposition to sexism. The reality though is that those who speak up are still outnumbered by those who support such cinema.  Even the claim that Kabir Singh’s misogyny was largely derided by critics is false – the film got plenty of positive reviews too. In fact, some of the voluble backing that sexist Bollywood has received in recent years is very possibly a backlash against the increasing space for discussions on women’s rights in the news media since 2012.

On the flip side, the very public nature of the post-2012 feminist discourse has bred film personalities who have jumped on to the bandwagon, treating feminism as just another commercially viable formula. During the promotional period of Pink in 2016, Amitabh Bachchan released an open letter to his granddaughters about the challenges they are likely to face as women. “Don’t let anyone make you believe that the length of your skirt is a measure of your character,” he wrote. Yet in 2018, Bachchan’s articulation skills betrayed him when the nation was rocked by protests against the Unnao and Kathua rapes made all the more shocking by the ruling party’s apparent support for the alleged rapists. When asked for a comment about these gruesome crimes during a press conference for another film, this one not on women’s empowerment, the superstar told reporters, “I feel disgusted even talking about it, so don’t rake it up. It’s terrible to even talk about it.”

Bachchan’s selectiveness is greatly overshadowed though by the opportunistic feminism of Akshay Kumar whose films for nearly three decades have been hostile towards women. Kumar discovered sensitivity in the past couple of years, coincidentally after it became clear from the success of various Vidya Balan starrers and Queen that although misogyny remains a hotsell, concern for women sells too. This is a man whose voiceover in the title track of Tees Maar Khan (2010) – sadly, a film directed by a woman – featured the quip, “tawaif ki lootthi izzat ko bachana aur Tees Maar Khan ko qaid karna, dono bekaar hai” (it is pointless to try and prevent the rape of a prostitute or keep Tees Maar Khan imprisoned). This is a star whose character stalked and forcibly kissed the heroine (Sonakshi Sinha) in an extended passage presented as comedy in 2014’s Holiday. In the years since, he has been courting a different off-screen image as a family man, thoughtful father and supportive husband to a tough-as-nails feminist wife, all of which stood him in good stead by the time Toilet: Ek Prem Katha (2017) and Padman (2018) rolled around. In Toilet his character’s love for his wife prompted him to run a campaign for toilets in homes, while in Padman he played a campaigner for menstrual hygiene.

An appearance of caring lends polish to a star’s image that no amount of multi-crore collections with crude comedies can achieve. And that is how it has come about that a star who was once a flag-bearer of misogyny in Bollywood is today the face of a movement to promote the use of sanitary napkins.

This is not to suggest that there is no hope. There are, after all, many more members of the public and media calling out misogyny in Hindi cinema today than in the past. Kabir Singh loyalists have been furious with critics who they believe were silent about the Sonam Kapoor-Dhanush-starrer Raanjhanaa in 2013 yet have lambasted Kabir Singh for what they consider similar content. Raanjhanaa was, without question, deeply regressive, and if there are indeed critics who have displayed double standards in this matter, flowing with the tide as the likes of Akshay Kumar are now doing, then by all means expose them, but the optimistic take on this scenario is that at least some people have evolved between 2013 and 2019 precisely because of the voices that did not stay silent back in 2013.

As with any discussion on social and cultural evolution then, a debate on misogyny, patriarchy and sexist humour in Hindi cinema ends up being a matter of a glass half full and simultaneously half empty. The stupendous success of and parallel backlash against Kabir Singh could either cause Shahid Kapoor and Sandeep Reddy Vanga to dig their heels in further or reconsider their attitudes, but it is almost certain that those speaking up against such horribly backward cinema are bound to increase in numbers. Meanwhile, for the benefit of those yet undecided, or those who feel repelled by Kabir Singh but consider De De Pyaar De harmless fun, it is important to point out that the mindset that prompted an Akiv Ali to have one of his characters equating a middle-aged woman with a “puraani gaadi” while another makes light of a grave matter like consent, is no different from Vanga’s outlook that prompted him to humourise a hero who violates the heroine’s consent, is violent towards her and is rewarded with her love and loyalty.
  

A version of this article was published in The Tribune on August 18, 2019:



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Friday, April 10, 2015

REVIEW 324: BROKEN HORSES

Release date:
April 10, 2015
Director:
Vidhu Vinod Chopra
Cast:


Language:

Chris Marquette, Anton Yelchin, Vincent D’Onofrio, Maria Valverde, Sean Patrick Flanery
English


Twenty six years after the release of his seminal Bollywood gangster film Parinda, writer-director Vidhu Vinod Chopra has remade it for Hollywood.

Broken Horses is visually spectacular. It is also interestingly told for a part of its running time. But like that beautiful white horse endlessly galloping around its pen on Jakey’s Ranch in the film, after a point the realisation dawns that as much as its grace and elegance are enjoyable to watch, it’s going nowhere you haven’t been before.  

Jakey or Jacob Heckum is a musician in New York and the younger of the two brothers around whom this story revolves. The elder brother Buddy is a slow-witted man who has been working since his childhood with the local crime lord Julius Hench in their home town somewhere near the US-Mexico border. The siblings are loosely modelled on Kishan and Karan from Parinda.

This is a unique experiment – a director from the world’s most prolific film-producing nation, India, re-telling his own story in what he considers the style of the world’s most dominant film industry, Hollywood. Parinda was insightful and moving. Back in 1989, its realistic tone was also pathbreaking for a mainstream film from the Mumbai-based Hindi film industry a.k.a. Bollywood. The story was about a poverty-stricken boy turning to crime to give his little brother a better life. Unknown to Karan, Kishan works for the underworld don Anna. When Anna kills an adult Karan’s friend, Karan joins the gang to take revenge, much against the wishes of Kishan who wanted to shelter him from that world.

While Buddy in Broken Horses too is keen to provide for Jakey, the thrust of this new story is the manner in which Julius uses Buddy’s disability to manipulate him and how Jakey too is driven to manipulativeness in a bid to save his guileless brother from the older man’s clutches.

Chopra has chosen the Western genre for his Hollywood debut and manages to lend an old-world feel to the proceedings, although it is a contemporary tale. The stark desert setting heightens the sense of the protagonists’ isolation in this ominous, near-lawless world away from the world.

The first half of the film trots along at an engaging pace. There are enough twists to keep interest alive, some endearing interactions between the two brothers and chills to be suffered while witnessing Julius’ grip over his blindly loyal protege. Will it ever be possible to release him from that vice-like psychological hold? That question is a source of tension through most of the film.

Somewhere along the way though, the writing (by Chopra and Abhijat Joshi) gives way, betraying an absolute lack of heft in comparison with the original. And too many plot points and sub-plots have not been thought through or have been lazily manufactured to fit into the pre-determined basic storyline. For instance, it is never clear why Jakey stayed away for so many years from his home town and the brother for whom he is now willing to sacrifice his life and job. When Jakey does return home after all those years and decides to stay on for a while to rescue Buddy, why does he not phone his fiancee back in New York to tell her so? Why, instead, does he stop taking her calls, even though he has not given up on their relationship? Later, it becomes clear that this silly contrivance was designed to get the fiancee too to come over, possibly to give the story its lone woman character of somewhat significance.

The beauty of Parinda was that it was straightforward, believable and unpretentious. Broken Horses, however, is clearly aiming at a grandeur that it repeatedly achieves at the visual level but never in its storytelling. DoP Tom Stern – a Clint Eastwood regular – serves up many splendid images. One particularly intriguing shot has Julius in what seems like a split screen until the camera moves and we realise we are seeing his reflection on an unexpectedly clear surface in the foreground. Jakey’s Ranch too is a pretty, fairytale-like, almost surreal affair – standing in for that boat carrying Karan and his bride Paro a quarter of a century back.

The enjoyment of the visuals is diluted by the fact that some of them are designed purely for their eyecatching effect with no thought given to their significance, and others are holding out to be profound though they are not. At one point, a murderous spree in a theatre is interspersed with repeated shots of another character squeezing out the juice of an orange. What on earth was that about? And while Jakey’s trouserless fiancee in a crisp white shirt riding a white stallion makes for a stunning picture in the evening light, a mundane thought strikes: that saddle must hurt, no?

Despite this rocky path, Stern never gives up on the film. Nor do actors Chris Marquette and Vincent D’Onofrio. Buddy is played sweetly by Marquette who pulls off the challenging balance of being a wide-eyed innocent with a shockingly violent streak. D’Onofrio’s calling card in India would be his brilliant turn as an NYPD detective on the TV show Law and Order: Criminal Intent. In Broken Horses, he merrily sinks his teeth into the brutish drug kingpin Julius whose fear of flames can be traced back to his wife and child’s death. In contrast, Anton Yelchin – a familiar face from the 2009 Star Trek film and its sequel – seems convinced that his cutesy, curly mop of hair is a good substitute for acting. He appears to expend no effort at all on Jakey.

Chopra has been quoted in The Hindu newspaper as saying that he spent five years writing Broken Horses. Clearly it was not enough. If only he had put more thought into his screenplay, Broken Horses “coulda’ been a contender”, to borrow an iconic line from Terry (Marlon Brando) in the Hollywood classic On The Waterfront that some people saw reflected in Parinda. Instead, what we’ve got here is a film that is pleasing to the eye, agreeable up to a point for a single viewing but sadly unmemorable. Broken Horses is unworthy of being deemed a Parinda remake.

Rating (out of five): **1/2


CBFC Rating (India):
A
Running time:
MPAA Rating (US):
102 minutes
R (rated R for violence and language)
Release date in US:
April 10, 2015