A BIRTHDAY AND A DEATH
APR 19, 2009 – TWO FILMMAKERS SEPARATED BY a legion of considerations – ambition, temperament, acclaim, distance – were united, recently, by the simple incident of being in the news long past their prime. The first was Francis Ford Coppola, who turned 70 and subsequently found himself the subject of numerous fond remembrances – partly because these anniversaries are the lifeblood of entertainment scribes perpetually on the lookout for topical, article-anchoring occasions, and also because any time is a good time to talk about Coppola. What a swashbuckling story his is – a decade-long blaze of eye-blinding glory, followed by a ceaseless string of half-hinted comeback promises that spiralled, sadly, into major failures at the box office. That’s the price you presumably pay for straddling the seventies as the Colossus, racking up more artistic cachet than a Spielberg or a Lucas, and more commercial clout than a Scorsese or an Allen.
After beginning the decade with a flat-out masterwork (The Godfather, 1972), and proceeding to conjure up two more (The Godfather: Part Two and The Conversation, both in 1974), Coppola signed off the seventies with, unbelievably, a fourth flat-out masterwork (Apocalypse Now, 1979). How could such a filmmaker escape becoming anything but living proof of the law of gravity? Seen today, however, even his hubristic “failures” like One from the Heart (1982) – a musical shot entirely on soundstages to reflect the theatricality of the proceedings, much like the similarly ill-fated Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Saawariya, almost twenty-five years later – are infinitely more fascinating than most modern movies that tumble off the studio assembly lines, which are so intent on being everything to everyone everywhere in the world that their last priority is to be, well, one from the heart.
Coppola was fortunate. He rose to prominence at a time the mainstream embraced the idiosyncratic in addition to the idiotic. In today’s climate, he’d have ended up an avuncular Paul Thomas Anderson, working his magic for the studios’ specialty divisions with their eyes on the Oscar – but hardly the cultural behemoth he was back then, beloved by both the men in the studios and the man on the street, the men behind the reviews as well as those behind the box-office counters. Speaking of the latter leads me to the other director recently in the news, Shakti Samanta, who was responsible for a series of beloved hits like Howrah Bridge, China Town, Kashmir Ki Kali, An Evening in Paris, Aradhana, Kati Patang and Amar Prem. Why, then, hasn’t the Indian press been as recognising of this filmmaker’s death as the international press has been of Coppola’s birthday?
Is it because Samanta is a stalwart of what can now sneeringly be termed “Old Bollywood,” from before the multiplex era (akin to how Coppola, among several others, came to represent the “New Hollywood,” from after the studio era)? Is it because Samanta’s oeuvre did not encompass the exciting and the edgy, inspired by the best of world cinema, but rather revolved around the comforting rhythms of old-fashioned “Indian” storytelling? Is it because Samanta, unlike someone like Guru Dutt, wasn’t an auteur who made the highly personal films that he wanted to make, and instead crafted the kind of broadly popular entertainment that we wanted to see? Is it because the unapologetically melodramatic nature of his serious films (like Kati Patang and Amar Prem) is a mild embarrassment in a cinema culture where the word “melodrama” has become a pejorative?
Or is it because what we remember, today, are simply the songs? At least the latter is an undeniable truism – memories of Samanta’s cinema are inextricably intertwined with memories of the marvellous music in them. The charming Euro-sophistications of Raat ke humsafar (An Evening in Paris), the irredeemable melancholia permeating the daisy-chain of existential metaphors in Chingari koi bhadke (Amar Prem), the moonshine-soaked languor of Aayiye meherbaan (Howrah Bridge), the irrepressible romantic rhythms of Gunguna rahe hain bhanwre (Aradhana), the batty boisterousness of Subhan Allah hai (Kashmir Ki Kali), the orchestral grandiloquence sugarcoating a string of bitter tirades against romance in Yeh jo mohabbat hai (Kati Patang) – these are a mere smattering of tunes from a career that consistently demanded greatness from a starlit parade of the very best of Bollywood composers.
But there was something more to Samanta. He hailed from the now-classic tradition of journeyman directors, the kind of proficient filmmakers once contracted to studios and assigned to work on films of every stripe. Samanta was the polar opposite of someone like Coppola, but what he lacked in auteurist ambition or signature, he made up for with his ability to skillfully shepherd everything from a glancingly noirish thriller like Howrah Bridge to a social melodrama like Amar Prem to a blessedly bubbleheaded romp like An Evening in Paris. There aren’t many filmmakers like that anymore. Perhaps the system today doesn’t foster (or require) this stretching across moods and genres, and so we have the urban-slickness of Farhan Akhtar or the nihilistic despair of Anurag Kashyap, with everyone ensconced in their self-erected sandboxes. But this age of skilled specialisation is all the more reason to remember a general practitioner like Shakti Samanta, the old-world charms of whose films go a long way towards keeping our nostalgia in the pink of health.
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Arnav
April 18, 2009
A lot of the European films you talk about remain unseen, and so not easy to identify with. But, effortlessly talking about two vastly incomparable film-makers, both of whom made movies that are a part of my personal pantheon, in one post just made me realize (again) why I keep coming back here. Ever thought of writing a book? Maybe just a collection of your reviews and articles, a la Ebert.
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Venkatesh
April 19, 2009
+1 Arnav
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Azad
April 19, 2009
You too chose not to write an obituary and just blame the others in your brethren instead!!!!!
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brangan
April 19, 2009
Arnav: Thanks. The juxtaposition of the two directors was quite serendipitous. I wanted to write something about Samanta, but was struggling with how to go about in a nice way (i.e. without resorting to the “he was born in” and so on, like an obit). Then I stumbled on the Coppola tributes, and the “click” happened.
About the book and stuff, I’ve been asked a bunch of times. But if I’m going to invest time and energy in something like that, I’d rather it had nothing to do with cinema, which I write about week after week.
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Virginia
April 19, 2009
Such a nice appreciation of two people who merit it.
Part of Godfather 2 was filmed around the corner from my apartment. On the other hand I am really far away from Bollywood, and only discovered it in the middle of my life. Your placing of Shakti Samanta and his work — you can’t know how valuable that is to someone like me – thanks!
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Shankar
April 20, 2009
Complete digression…but well worth it!! Apologies in advance… 🙂
http://passionforcinema.com/mammootty-and-the-depth-of-emotions/
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Adithya
April 21, 2009
Paul Thomas Anderson, along with Cameron Crowe are the two most underrated filmmakers of this generation. Oh, how I promote Almost Famous to everyone! Sorry for the digression…
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brangan
April 23, 2009
Adithya: PTA is hardly underrated. As for Crowe, he made a truly great rock movie with Almost Famous, and no one who grew up in the 80s will forget Say Anything — but Elizabethtown was such a sappy mess. Bad “inspirational crap” dialogue, and even the music was so-so. Something went terribly wrong with that film.
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Somari
April 24, 2009
When is the standoff between the mutiplex owners and the cine community going to end??? Not expecting an answer from you, but my on desk, once or twice a week, break from work reading your reviews and the comments are not happening, I feel a little out of touch with the real world 😉
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brangan
April 24, 2009
Somari: I think with the June release of Vishal Bhardwaj’s Kaminey. And I find it interesting that your dose of the “real world” comes from a (primarily) film/music blog 🙂
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V. Manohar
April 25, 2009
This is the end of a golden era. After Bimal Roy, Shashadhar Mukherjee,Phani Mazumdar,Satyen Bose,
Hrishikesh Mukherjee & now Shaktida. He wiil be remembered for Super Star Rajesh Khanna movies.May his soul rest in eternal peace. Our prayers are to his family.Long live his memorable movies.
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MANK
April 9, 2019
Francis Ford Coppola has now turned 80 and as a tribute , i wrote a piece on The Godfather Part II. Hope you like it
https://manksjoint.home.blog/2019/04/09/the-godfather-part-ii-coppolas-modern-epic-represents-the-apex-of-american-cinema/
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