“What will they think my neighbors,?” says Apu (Soumitra
Chatterjee) in the third installment of Satyajit Ray’s Apu Trilogy, Apur Sansar (The
Word of Apu, 1959), currently being revived at Film Forum and other theaters. “I’m invited to a wedding
and come home with the bride.” In another scene Apu, a fledgling novelist is
chastened by his friend Pulu (Swapan Mukherjee) “to experience
everything.” “Is imagination worth nothing?” Apu asks in response.
Significantly one of the first jobs the destitute young writer applies for is
that of a labeler. Taking one look at the Dickensian workshop, Apu flees, but
the scene is prescient. While the first two films in the trilogy Pather Panchali (1955) and Aparajito (1957) are about the awakening of consciousness, Apur Sansar is
about action. And the action is more like life than art to the extent that it
defies easy categorization. All three movies are based on two Bengali novels by
Bibhutibhushan Bandopadhyay and you think the pieces of the puzzle are finally
coming together. The movie will be the story of a successful novelist who marries
into a wealthy family. Yet Apur Sansar defies expectations. Apu literally throws
his writing to the wind and in a memorable scene is about to turn his back on
the one connection he has left in the world, a little boy, Kajal (Alok Chakravarty), he barely knows.
Amidst all this we are confronted with a melodramatic Bollywood style cast which includes a mad groom and would be mother-in-law who treats Apu,
as an incarnation of Shiva. And there’s even a period of seeming repose-- in which Apu and his new wife Aparna (Sharmila Tagore) fan each other as they eat on the floor of their humble one room abode--an idyll that is soon taken away. The only constant is change might be the motto
of the this last of the Apu movies. There’s an unforgettable scene in which the rambunctious Kajal appears in the distance. The moment of comfort is followed by the prospect of the literal winding road that faces Ray’s protagonist. It’s an ending that eludes any clear direction and poses more questions than answers about Apu’s prospects and ultimate fate.
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Friday, June 5, 2015
Friday, May 29, 2015
Satyajit Ray’s Aparajito
When you see the second of Satyajit Ray’s Apu Trilogy, Aparajito (The Unvanquished, 1957), currently being revived in repetoire at Film Forum, you think first of Bergman. Ray was really the Bergman of India; we could also say that Bergman was the Ray of Sweden. Both had no qualms about letting the camera linger in the kind of stasis that is foreign to Hollywood in order to explore the complexity of emotion. Like the first in the trilogy Pather Panchali (1955), Aparajito is really about the development of consciousness and it unfolds as as a series of awakenings. The camera lingers on the face of the mother Sarbojaya Roy (Karuna Bannerjee) as she sees her son through a gate and then you hear the sound of the train which will eventually take them from Benares to their new home. The sound is superimposed in a no man’s land between the present and the future. There are other wonderfully touching scenes such as the coins anomalously filling a plate following a spiritual séance conducted by the husband, Harihar (Kanu Bannerjee), an aryurvedic healer and the black birds flying upwards as Sarbojaya gives Harihar his last drink of water. But what distinguishes Ray from Bergman is really the satiric cast of characters who are so reminiscent of Dickens. There’s the school teacher (Subodh Ganguli) with his wire-rimmed glasses and books on exotic locales like Africa and the North Pole and Nandu Babu (Charuprakash Ghosh), the owner of the Royal Press where Apu (played now by Smaran Ghosal) both works and lodges when he goes off to Calcutta for school. Apu falls asleep and is expelled during an English class in which his professor (Nemata Chatterjee) says “synechoche is a figure of speech based on association.” Later he is comforted by a more worldly classmate who tries to get him to try his first cigarette. But a filmic form of synecdoche, a series of symbolic omens that one might find in a bildungsroman like David Copperfield is really what Ray is up to in this coming of age in Bengal. “Benares is a nice place except for the monkeys,” Harihar intones before he succumbs to the illness that will kill him.
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Aparajito,
Charles Dickens,
Ingmar Bergman,
Satyajit Ray
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