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Sunday, December 16, 2001
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Fine slice of boisterous Punjabi culture
Ervell E. Menezes

SO Mira Nair has done it again. After Salaam Bombay she has provided a fine slice of Indian life, rambunctious Punjabi culture, to be precise, with Delhi flavour in Monsoon Wedding which won the Golden Lion at Venice earlier this year.

After some lukewarm efforts, especially Kama Sutra, Nair has come out with the right recipe to zero in on the get-together of a typical extended Punjabi family, and what better time is there than a wedding. "If Monsoon Wedding can capture the masti — the singular, life-loving spirit — of Punjabi culture then I will have done my work," she is believed to have said. In that she has surely succeeded.

From the young couple Aditi (Vasundhara Das) and Hemant (Parvin Dabas), who are unable to put their earlier liaisons out of the minds, especially Aditi, to the harried parents Lalit (Naseeruddin Shah) and Pimmi Dubey (Lillete Dubey), to the spinster cousin Ria (Shefali Shetty) who is hiding a dark secret, and a host of elders like the exuberant Chadha (Kulbushan Kharbanda), the suave Tej Puri (Rajat Kapoor) and the innocuous Mohan Rai (Roshan Seth), there is an assortment of characters with a plethora of eccentricities. And it only takes a family wedding to bring out the worst in them. And if that isn’t enough variety, there is wedding contractor P.K. Dubey (Vijay Raaz) and his romance with the maid Alice (Tiltotna Shome) to provide a touch of socialism.

 


The bridegroom Hemant is an Houston-based engineer so it takes him a while to readjust to the domestic scene. So do some of the other foreign-returned youngsters, but there’s enough of the old guard to help them find their domestic feet. The father of the bride, Lalit, of course is most tense. His finances are low and once the guests arrive any number of problems keep cropping up. Liquor flows and tempers soar. An inadvertent remark lights a spark and from time to time the past is revived, at times explosively so.

But Sabrina Dhavan’s script is adequate as it brings out the flavour of Punjabi culture in its infinite variety but may be the number of characters could have been reduced. The casting is excellent and some of the cameos are first-rate. Director Nair orchestrates the wedding party in inimitable style. The contractor Dubey makes an impressive entry but his romance is given far too much footage and the constant cuts to the simmering city could also have been reduced. They could have been part of the plot with some anecdotes taking place there. Like the bride and her lover going for a ride, but many of the city shots are inserted merely to provide dramatic relief.

It is somewhere near the half-way mark that the film tends to meander but the crisis over an elderly uncle who has misbehaved in the past sets it back on the rails. The best part of the film is the various relationships that take place and even grow in those few days. As the patriarch of the family, Lalit is a well-rounded character, a happy-go-lucky Punjabi who also knows his responsibilities and has to take some unpleasant decisions. But his love for his family is undoubted even if his younger son is the cause of some concern.

Shot on 16 mm, using a hand-held camera, cinematographer Declan Quinn does an excellent job weaving his way between a host of relatives and friends and director Nair gives ample evidence of the craftsperson she undoubtedly is. Her insight into the Punjabi lifestyle is impeccable and the choice of music adequate. Gori, Gori should warm the cockles of many an old heart. But more than that is the way she alternates between the various anecdotes and in the process imbues the action with the suspense that is so important to the narrative. It is sitting-on-a-powder-keg situation.

Naseeruddin Shah begins by overdoing his rantings but as time goes by he really gets under the skin of the character and also handles the emotional aspect quite sensitively but Lillete Dubey as the wife is, at best, patchy. Shefali Shetty is excellent as the spinster cousin with a past to reveal and Rajat Kapoor is equally impressive as the offending relative. Vasundhara Das and Parvin Dabas are at best adequate but it is Vijay Raaz who raises most of the laughs as the contractor though I personally thought his role was overdone, though Tilotama Shome is more convincing and as the maid is good as is veteran Kulbushan Kharbanda, who like old man river, keeps rolling along and effectively too.

And then the rains come, it never rains but pours, they say, and Monsoon Wedding pours gallons and gallons of bitter-sweet Punjabi culture. Not to be missed.

A film with an idiom of its own
Divya Kaushik

AFTER a series of wedding melodramas in the league of Hum Apke Hain Kaun, Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge etc, Monsoon Wedding is a refreshing change. What we have here is a Punjabi wedding with all its glamour.

The storyline is slim — after all, what can you really expect from a single wedding? Even though the director, Mira Nair, has little to build on, she manages to keep the audience hooked throughout the film. The scenes change swiftly, so swiftly that at times the camera seems to wobble. Although the film narrates the story of just a few days in three hours, the film is so racy that it keeps up the interest levels. As the caption in the end reads: "We are like that only: 40 locations, 30 days". How Nair manages to fit in 40 locations in a single wedding is anybody’s guess! Of course, it does convey the absorbing confusion of a typical Indian wedding with its, running around, last minute shopping, spending, etc.

Two love stories taking shape in the household, with light flirtation thrown in to add to the flavour from the content of the film. Two romances move along parallel lines and ultimately come to the same conclusion. There are conflicts in both and in both cases it takes time for love to develop and be returned. And yet, aesthetically speaking, they progress in different ways. Whereas the upper class would-be couple have their own set of problems in the shape of an ex-boyfriend, the path of love does not run smooth for the aayah and her admirer either. So much so that halfway through the movie, Dubey, the tentwallah, gets so lovelorn that he roams the noisy streets and ends up sitting on his rooftop, contemplating the mysteries of the heart. Alice, the maid, does however manage to refine this crude man by the end.

What’s interesting and comical is the way the tension of the bride’s parents is portrayed. While the mother (Lillette Dubey) smokes away in the loo, the father (Naseeruddin Shah) spends his time shouting, cursing and abusing. Typical reactions, both. In fact, the only serious angle is the paedophile uncle getting up to his old tricks. What follows is a confrontation that vitiates the entire atmosphere and leads to an unpleasant showdown. But once the uncle leaves, the atmosphere becomes festive once again.

The feel of the movie is very Punjabi — vivacious and robust — as is the music. Nair has portrayed the openness of the Punjabi community and their ability to absorb everyone into their midst while touching on a few cultural prejudices as well. Phrases like "tum Punjabi bade dikhawati hote ho" and ‘tum Bengali bade banawati hote ho", definitely spice up the script. Even the ‘short of grace’ dance, in an NRI’s words, is redeemed when the cousin from Australia lets go of his inhibitions and joins in. Monsoon Wedding does not come with commercial trademarks, like actors prancing around in European locales or on the beaches of Mauritius. As far as cinematography is concerned, it takes a break from these and captures, instead, earthy shots of New Delhi-Noida. Nair has managed to capture on film the sights and scenes of Delhi. The streetside dhaba with its special chai, the bustle of Connaught Place, the sabzi mandi and even the huge Shivji statue — its all there. And yet the mood is very upbeat — there are no pretences of parallel cinema or of being an ‘arty’ flick. So the end result is a film which can’t quite be bracketed. Something with an idiom of its own.

Metaphors are a constant throughout the three-odd hours — the showers of monsoon and surprisingly enough, the gainde-ka-phool. While the gainda symbolises Indian weddings, the rain is the spirit of the movie. Be it the bride’s (Aditi) philandering, Dubey’s introspection or cousin Ria’s emancipation, it washes away all the uncertainties.

All in all, Monsoon Wedding has succeeded. It creates just the right mood and actually takes us to its main event, the wedding, something which most movies-goers would appreciate. A light movie and a break from the usual fare, it would appeal to all kinds of audiences. One romance for the kothiwallahs and one for the tentwallahs.

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