In 1925, young Muslim girl Bano (Mala Sinha) falls in love with her tutor Javed (Rehman).
Her father Nawab Badruddin (Ashok Kumar in a silly beard) disapproves of Javed's status and banishes him.
But not before Bano and Javed get pregnant! Distraught at this risk to his reputation but also sad for his daughter's plight (which he caused, but never mind), Badruddin takes Bano to his best friend's son, Dr. Amrit Rai (Manmohan Krishna), for care. It's out of the question for Bano to keep the baby, so Dr. Rai and his wife Savitri (Nirupa Roy) adopt the baby and raise him as their own. Meanwhile, Bano and Badruddin go on a religious pilgrimage, where they run into Javed, and in a moment of epic dil-squish, all is forgiven, and Javed and Bano get married. This small Muslim family moves in next door to the Hindu Rai family; over the years the Rai household is joined by three more children (twin boys and a girl), while Bano and Javed remain childless. Fast-forward about twenty years, and Bano and Javed's son, Dilip (Shashi Kapoor in his first role as an adult), has become a law student, poet, and freedom fighter.
I've seen this image a dozen times and somehow assumed he was playing a radio star vamping in for the press, despite the helpful clue of the portrait of Gandhi in the background.
His two mothers (one adoptive, the other biological) and younger sister Rekha (Tabassum) meddle to get him to fall for Meena (an adorable Indrani Mukherjee), the girl they've picked out for his marriage.
As Hindu/Muslim tensions mount as partition nears, Dilip's extremism threatens the stability of the family group, as well as the safety of the city.
I hope there's a book or article out there somewhere that traces the development of the standard masala elements (by which I mean the ingredients in quintessential 70s movies, the things that make Foundation Masala what it is); I also hope this movie is included in it, because it's full of them. Making up the rich proto-masala:
- Instead of a literal brotherhood at the core of the film, there's a just-as-strong friendship. Dr. Rai's father (I missed his name) was very good friends with the Nawab. In a lovely flashback that is literally framed within a photo on top of the doctor's mantle, Rai and the Nawab play chess (itself a nice little metaphor for the thought and planning required in running the country?), and Rai tells the Nawab that he hopes his son will grow up to be a doctor. When Rai dies young, the Nawab steps in and makes sure Amrit does as his father wished. So not only are the two men of the oldest generation picture-perfect inter-faith friends, they're basically family - just like Hindustan! The theme of Hindu/Muslim brotherhood is emphasized at the start of the film as a narrator comments on the strength of Hindu/Muslim unity as footage of jointly-voiced pro-India sign-wavers march through the streets.
- Bano and Javed's childlessness is mega-ironic punishment for premarital sex; it's notably inflicted on the woman because it is her individual actions that lead to a miscarriage (and maybe because she's the emotional center of the Muslim side of the story?) and, it is implied, a subsequent inability to conceive again. Establishment message: you had sex before marriage=no child for you!
- Not only are there two long-lost parents, but there's even an extra Maa! Little emotional attention is paid to Dilip's relationship with his adoptive father Dr. Rai; instead, Savitri gets all the good lines with Dilip, including some feminist smackdown of his patriarchal crap, and he clearly feels much closer to her than he does to Dr. Rai, saying she's the force that keeps him in the family once Dr. Rai challenges his extremism.
- And instead of a long-suffering mother, we have a moderately-long-suffering father! The Nawab is tormented by his actions during Bano's pregnancy (as he should be, I say).
- There's sacrifice, but it's in the setting of actual revolution and is offered to protect the community, so bullets and heroism are contextualized in a reasonable way.
- A little bit of insane casting: Mala Sinha is two years older than Shashi but plays his mother. I've also recently seen Indrani Mukherjee as Shashi's mother (Amar Shakti); I guess it's testimony to the box office power of the male star that their female counterparts so quickly age past them to play their mothers. Grumble grumble man-children grumble.
- Reminding me a bit of Kaalaa Patthar, Shashi's love story (and the family-scale shenanigans that surround it) is in a very different tone than the rest of the movie.
Director Yash Chopra keeps the transitions between the two from being jarring, but they do strongly contrast.
- Some of the symbolism in the film is very blatant (though it never felt heavy to me). There's a qawwali about how faith is more important than whether you're Hindu or Muslim as the participants sit in front of a mosque and temple.
Dilip's fiery words and mobs have literal effects.
Similarly, at the film's finale, order is restored so sufficiently and clearly that India's flag unfurls and flies strong and proud.
Dharmputra is such an earnest project that it feels very small and heartless to criticize it in any way. However, as a "nonbeliever," as our new president likes to call people like me, it's pretty tiresome to get hit over the head repeatedly with the idea that you have to have faith in order to be a true citizen of the nation - and at that, you had better be Hindu or Muslim, because no one else exists. This is understandable given the setting of the story and the characters in it, but annoyingly exclusive it remains. As Indie Quill pointed out about Immaan Dharam, it's not about plurality as much as it is about harmony, and from what I understand of Yash Chopra's personal history, it's totally understandable that he wanted to make a hopeful (if simplified) statement about partition. I think it was during the qawwali "Yeh Masjid Hai Woh Butkhana," with lyrics about having faith being far more important than the particular flavor of faith, that I got peeved with the over-identification of religion with civic participation and worth as a human (though it's a nice song otherwise).
On the other hand, somewhere else in the movie, a character wonders if religion is more important than the individual! Whoa! And Dilip, the character who behaves in the most ugly way towards others in the name of his faith identity (which is of course scrambled up in politics in his adolescent head), is perhaps sympathetic but certainly not treated as heroic, and the rest of his extended family teaches him the errors of his blinkered, bigoted ways. In Dharmputra, religion seems to be more about identity, about us/them, than about tenets or principles. (The British, of course, are just plain wrong and evil and vaguely Dyer-ish.)
I was also struck by how the public gatherings more often than not excluded female voices from their harmony.
In the scene of Dilip's speech at his college, everyone assembled is a freedom fighter, but men and women sit on separate sides of the room - let's not be too revolutionary. Fortunately, at home the women are very proactive and speak up constantly, choosing to work together out of love and for the greater good of the next generation or the community. In this sweet scene, Savitri reassures Bano that it's perfectly alright for them to eat from the same plate despite their religious differences.
- How interesting that Shashi began his grown-up movie career as an angry (very) young man! The role has good range, too - he gets to get all worked up as an impassioned instigator, but Dilip also has cute interactions with his little sister and does some aw-shucks novice romancing with Meena.
Like his role ten years later in Sharmeelee, maybe he's the ideal Hindustani boy, a fighter, a proto-householder, and a poet (and ultimately a respectful son, of course)?
- This is my favorite Nirupa Roy performance yet - her character requires her to be so nuanced! And not crazy or depressed! She's sensitive and thoughtful and full of spark, and she doesn't let her precious son walk all over her. What an atypical mom role!
- Mala Sinha's Bano is also a thoughtfully drawn character.
On paper, her life seems very filmi, but Bano never rages about her choices and what's happened to her, and she remains full of love, even to people who will not recognize her. (Maybe that's a statement about how a good daughter and/or woman of faith should behave? Hmmm....) But like Savitri, she's not a doormat. She's gentle but not weak.
- Charming painted backdrops. I know sometimes I complain these look hokey, but I loved them here - somehow they created a usefully anywhere/everywhere feel.
- When the Nawab takes Bano on a pilgrimage, the footage of them walking and praying is overlaid with scenery, just like in many jauntier sight-seeing sequences in more lighthearted films.
- Who is this stunning dancer? Loved her!
- I love title sequences with drawings or animations!
This one featured a hand turning the pages of a sketchbook of drawings of Indian landmarks. Stylish and well-suited.
- And one more, just for fun: an introduction that really didn't need to be stated.
The makers of many films of 2008 (Tashan, Rock On!, Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!, and Ghajini, for example) disagree.
- I've read that other fans have had technical difficulties with this movie; my Moser Baer DVD gave me no troubles (and had subtitled songs!) (but mysteriously includes a picture of Shashi from Raja Saab on the cover!).