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BOOKS
Cinema
Paradiso
A French
critic's love letter to Indian cinema
By
Madhu
Jain
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THE
CINEMAS OF INDIA (1896-2000)
By Yves Thoraval
Macmillan
Price: Rs 450
Pages: 507
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This
tome is a goldmine for journos, writers, scholars and quizmasters in search
of information and trivia about Indian cinema. Everything you wanted to
know, or didn't, about the largest, most vibrant film industry in the
world is here.
That said,
there is something terribly PIBish (Press Information Bureau) about the
French scholar's peregrinations through Bollywood, Tollywood, Mollywood
and auteurhood (the successive new waves of Indian cinema), and the NFDC
school of filmmaking. Yves Thoraval has obviously kept a calculator at
hand. So if you want to know how many films were made in a particular
year, how many have been made so far, the number of exhibitors, travelling
theatres ... this is your book. We are, in fact, in sheet land, and this
is a portable library for cine-tidbits and Indian history in bullets.
And the canvas is large: from its embryonic stage in 1896 with the historic
unspooling of the Lumiere brothers' L'Arrive d'un Train a la Gare de La
Ciotat (The Arrival of a Train at the Ciotat Station) at Hotel Watson,
Mumbai, when the audience thought the train was coming at them, to the
latest gyrations of Bollywood 2000 and the foray into Non-Resident Indian
land. Whew! That explains the title of this book, just cinema of India
would not do.
The author
takes the reader on a Bharat darshan of Indian cinema, ferreting out names
and details of films and filmmakers from across the country. And this
is where the book's value lies. Thoraval's bird's-eye view also takes
in films from the North-east, and he spends considerable wordage on Tamil,
Oriya, Telugu, Kannada and Malayalam cinema. Moreover, his insights into
the films of the greats of Indian cinema-Satyajit Ray, Mrinal Sen, Ritwik
Ghatak, Adoor Gopalakrishnan and Aravindan-are worthwhile.
It is a
pity Thoraval did not linger longer on some of the more significant trends
in Indian cinema. For he does make some interesting observations about
Indians being "iconophiles" - the photographs of filmstars who
played gods in films were placed in prayer rooms next to images of real
gods - from the very outset.
The author
has a doctorate in Middle Eastern anthropology and it was during his years
in the Middle East and East Africa that he first realised the reach and
power of Indian cinema. "These countries were for a long time 'missionary
post' territories for the Indian cinema industry," he writes in the
preface.
So it is
strange that he displays a lack of empathy when discussing commercial
Indian cinema. A habitue of Indian film festivals, it is obvious that
Thoraval is not too enamoured by the dream factory that is Bollywood.
What he does succeed in capturing is the romance of the pioneers of Indian
cinema. He is at his best when writing about the early days of the industry-from
the silent days to the talkies. The book makes it clear that
Indian cinema
was able to withstand Hollywood (unlike the cinemas of other countries)
because it had developed its own identity long before Hollywood. In fact,
the insertion of songs and the episodic nature of Indian films are a salute
to Indian cinema's debt to Indian folk theatre and forms.
This is
perhaps Yves Thoraval's love letter to Indian cinema, but the epistle
could surely have been edited better. His sentences sometimes go on forever
... like centipedes.
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