Saturday, July 31, 2021

The Green Knight

The Green Knight (David Lawery, 2021) is the first film that I have seen in a movie theater since February 2020.  (I am writing on July 31,2021.)  The experience was disappointing because I was unable to see the movie.  Either my eyes have failed in a serious way in the intervening 18 months or the projection system at the theater in which I saw the film was inadequate or the movie is one of the most astonishing exercises in self-destructive experimental film-making ever accomplished.  The Green Knight is shot with very dim, low-key lighting.  Images are organized pools of amber light and outdoor scenes feature grey clouds and haze with tints of lambent twilight in the sky.  The film is full of dark bogs, ill-lit forests, and crypt-like enclosures.  I understand that the pictorial texture of the movie is densely shadowed, Rembrandt-lit, and crepuscular.  But the Coming Attractions also seemed very faint to me, projected as if by candle-light, and, when I left the picture to complain, I first ventured into an adjacent theater showing a family comedy Space Jam to venture a comparisoon-- the screen was bright and the colors distinct and, although comedies are generally, over-lit, the difference between the murk with which I was struggling in the next door screening room was remarkable.  Of course, the people employed at the movie are merely concessions staff and they, presumably, trigger projection with a switch somewhere and there is no one in the booth (maybe there isn't even a booth at all) to adjust brightness and contrast.  The situation reminds me of the Italian horror film written by Dario Argento, Demons.  In that movie, a film spawns an infestation of demons in a theater and, when the besieged audience breaks into the projection room, they are confronted by two large sepulchral boxes apparently casting the movie on the screen without the intervention of any human hands, or worse, human eyes at all.  This was apparently the case in Albert Lea where I saw the film.  (In the Covid-interim, Austin's movie theater failed and is now closed.)  The Green Knight, as I saw it, was about 25% unintelligible, a well of darkness in which faces were mostly blackened by shadow and in which scenes shot at night were simply blue-black voids -- in one scene, Gawain (pronounced "Gar-wahn") who is drunk and disorderly is thrown out of a ninth century saloon and a brawl ensues on the street.  I couldn't tell who was beating whom, how many people were involved in the fight, or how things turned out for our hero.  All reviews that I have read of the film praise its subtle and brilliant photography.  I can't believe that the illegible murk displayed in the theater where I saw the picture is what the director or his D. P. intended.  

The Green Knight is being marketed as a super-hero movie.  I presume people who attend on that premise will want their money back -- assuming they are able to see what is on screen at all.  The picture is extremely opaque, difficult to understand or interpret, and -- this is the kiss of death to a movie aimed at a popular audience -- thought-provoking.  In an eerie way, the movie mirrors its source material the 13th century poem Gawain and the Green Knight.  The narrative verse features an extraordinarily complex and intricate form, a precursor I think to Spenser's Rime Royale and the poetry also growls at you with dense alliterative patterns.  Although written in Middle English, the language is nothing like Chaucer's suave and urbane diction that elegantly invokes Italian and French verse; the Gawain poet uses a guttural north English dialect leavened with outlandish Gaelic and Irish sounding words.  Furthermore, the poem is very obscure -- more suggestive than declarative -- and seems to be constructed from a peculiar combination of laborious if complex Christian allegory and pagan mythology.  Parts of the poem are extraordinary -- in particular, there's an account of the Gawain's winter trek to the Green Chapel to meet his nemesis that represents an astonishing poetic accomplishment, but much of the narrative is very hard to understand or interpret.  The film is similarly dense with meaning that doesn't ever quite cohere -- the story suggests any number of things but remains indeterminate and, in fact, isn't sure how the tale should end.  (This is also true to my fading memory of the poem -- I can always recall the Green Knight's challenge and the wager with Gawain the winter journey, and the chastity test in a bewitched castle near the end of the poem; but I can't recall how the damn thing turns out.)

Lawery grasps that the narrative invokes two principles:  there is a straight-forward Christian allegory in which the wintry march to the Green Knight's abode is conceived as the hero's progress toward salvation; but there is also a deeper cyclical plot that subverts the Christian allegory.  Nature doesn't need Christ because Nature doesn't sin and can't die -- every death is just a threshold for new rebirth:  the cold and death of Winter always is followed by the flowers of Spring.  And so, the circular patterns of vegetal life, death and rebirth, contrast with the linear one-way progress of Gawain (and the soul) towards salvation.  Lawery shows us this literally in several scenes.  In the middle of the movie,  Gawain encounters a feral kid who knocks him out and ties him.  We see Gawain abandoned in the forest -- the camera tracks around the landscape executing a 360 degree loop and, when the image returns to Gawain, he is dead and decomposed into a skeleton.  But nature is "green" and doesn't abide death and so the camera continues through another 360 degree tracking motion to come back to Gawain, now very much alive, and wriggling out of his bonds.  Very late in the movie, Gawain who is now king of the realm is besieged in his castle -- the walls are being battered down around him.  Again the camera embarks on a 360 degree tour of the dim baronial hall beginning with the throne and returning to it.  On the basis of the previous camera movement, we expect the throne to be empty and Gawain to be vanished or dead -- but he's still there, brooding over the ruin of his kingdom.  But, unbeknownst to Gawain himself, he is, in fact, dead and has, perhaps, been dead for many years since his final encounter with the Green Knight -- he just isn't aware of it.  Another enigmatic earlier episode in the film prepares us for what happens next:  during his Quest, Gawain encountered the virginal St. Winified.  She is like a figure from Mizoguchi's Ugetsu Monogatori, a woman who has been long dead but who haunts the dark catacomb where Gawain meets her.  The woman demands that Gawain dive into a murky fen to retrieve her head -- she was beheaded ages ago whilst defending her honor against a rapist.  Gawain says that her head is very much attached to her body.  She tells him that he's wrong and just doesn't see things the way that they are.  Toward the end of the movie, this motif returns:  Gawain is also dead, but just doesn't know it.   There's another 360 degree camera movement that I don't know how to interpret.  During his Quest, Gawain encounters huge wraith-like giants, taller than sequoias, migrating across a wilderness of glaciated rock.  The giants are nude, male and female, all moving in one direction and they seemed to me to be the equivalent of refugees -- for some reason, the image made me think of Syrian refugees or immigrants at the southern Border.  After Gawain sees the migrating giants, the camera executes a turn around its axis -- the sky turns to become the bottom of the image and Gawain seems to hang upside down from a lid of striated stone that has now become the heavens.  I don't know exactly what this bizarre camera movement is supposed to mean -- but it clearly signifies in general terms that the Quest has turned the hero's world upside-down.  

The film's premise closely follows the medieval poem.  At a Christmas banquet, a floral giant, a green Knight on a green horse invades King Arthur's castle.  The Green Knight is a robust, rude and bellicose monster.  He proposes a "game" as it is called in the movie.  One of Arthur's knights shall deliver a blow to the Knight with the proviso that a year later, also on Christmas, the knight must meet the Giant at his lair, the Green Chapel and submit to a similar blow in recompense.  Gawain is impetuous and recklessly foolhardy.  He seizes Excaliber from Arthur and beheads the Green Knight, thinking in this way to end the wager decisively.  But the Green Knight just picks up his head, laughs derisively, and, then, departs vowing to meet Gawain a year in the future.  Gawain, in Lawery's interpretation, is terrified, takes to drinking and whoring.  He has become famous -- a  puppet show measures the passage of time with the little figures repeatedly clashing and Gawain beheading the vegetal giant, but in the final iteration of the comedy, the Knight hacks off Gawain's puppet head.  Unwilling to renege on his vow, the frightened knight sets forth on his Quest, riding to the North where the Green Knight's chapel is located "six days distant."  Before he leaves, the prostitute that Gawain is patronizing (who apparently loves him) responds to his vow that the trek will make him "great" with an important rejoinder:  "Why do you want to be 'great" when you can just be good?"  The scenes involving the quest are similar in some ways to Bergman's Seventh Seal -- Gawain encounters a horrible battlefield with the dead soldiers left to rot because they "killed each other off with no one left to bury the dead."  The feral kid, whose brothers have died in the battle, entraps Gawain and steals his horse, leaving him to die in the forest.  Gawain escapes encounters the ghostly Saint Winifried and restores her skull to her.  He suffers through cold and dangerous mountain heights accompanied by a friendly (supernatural) fox.  In a castle near the Green Chapel, he spends several nights with a Lord obsessed with hunting.  When the Lord leaves the castle to chase game -- we see that he has killed an elephant-sized boar -- the Lord's wife attempts to seduce Gawain and, apparently, succeeds in having him ejaculate all over her hand.  (It's not clear that the seduction goes beyond that emission.)  The Lord is playing a game similar to the Green Knight's wager -- he says that whatever Gawain receives from him, the knight must give him in return.  As Gawain departs the castle, the lord kisses him passionately on the lips.  The huntsman has captured the red fox who is Gawain's companion but he releases the beast.  With the little animal, Gawain reaches the threshold to the Green Chapel.  The fox, who can talk now, warns him from the encounter.  But Gawain pushes forward, across a spectral river, to a half-fallen arch in the woods.  He keeps vigil until Christmas dawn when a inert mass of battered wood and tendrils gradually comes to life and seizing the enormous axe that Gawain has brought to him raises the blade to behead the hero.

Spoilers now follow:  Gawain is terrified and begs the Knight not to kill him.  But the Knight persists and, about to hack off Gawain's head, is stymied by the hero fleeing madly through the thickets and escaping back to Arthur's court.  Many years pass and Gawain becomes King of the realm -- he seems to be married to the sinister witch Morgan le Fay.  The kingdom collapses and an enemy army besieges the castle and is tearing it down.  (These developments are all signaled very elliptically -- Lawery is interested in the passage of time, indeed, sometimes great expanses of time as in his film Ghost and this part of the movie is very well-done.)  As the castle collapses, Gawain realizes that he never escaped from the Green Knight, that he was beheaded long ago, and, then, his head drops off his shoulders onto the paving stones.  The film flashes back to the encounter with the Green Knight.  This time, Gawain accepts his fate and kneels to be behead, relinquishing a girdle with magical token that he has been wearing.  He doesn't flinch when the monster raises the huge axe.  The Green Knight  then, tells Gawain that he has shown true virtue and blesses him.  The idea seems to be that to achieve true knighthood, one must relinquish the quest for glory and, even, renounce the idea of chivalry -- instead, one must accept the verdict of Nature that all men must die and meet this ultimate fate with calm equipoise and a glad heart.  Ultimately, I think this is what the movie proposes, although it is, as I have noted, very obscure and undoubtedly the ambiguous ending is subject to other interpretations.

The film is excellent if you can see it in a theater where the images are visible.  I think the ending of the movie can be argued in various ways.  I have omitted many interesting and thought-provoking details:  the witch who tries to seduce Gawain at the castle takes his picture using a camera oscura (pinhole camera); beneath Arthur's throne room, there are female figures like Norns who seem to be casting runes to decide the fate of the characters in the film.  In some scenes, there is a seer woman whose eyes are blindfolded -- like the viewer she doesn't know how the quest (or the film) will turn out.  And the blindfold on her eyes signified my difficulties in even deciphering the gloomy images on the screen.

Demons

Demons (1985) is an Italian horror film directed by Lamberta Bava with script by Dario Argento, among others.  The picture is convincingly nightmarish and fairly amusing.  But like many pictures of this sort it outwears its welcome and deteriorates into increasingly garish and unconvincing violence.  If you can tolerate this sort of thing, it's worth watching for its first hour -- the movie is only 89 minutes long, but still feels too long.

Demons is rudimentary, people playing caricatures and poorly at that, and would be more effective as a silent picture.  However, it has primitive power and, like many horror films, its surrealist edge cuts deeper, I think, than the more artistic, and conceptually sophisticated, surrealism in the art world. A very pretty wide-eyed girl, a kind of Keane waif, rides on a subway.  The passengers are all grotesque in  various ways.  Inexplicably, the girl is carrying a score for Bartok's Mikrokosmos.  (For some reason, the film takes place in Berlin, although the picture features all Italian actors and the interiors -- and the pictures is pretty much all interior -- were shot in Milan.)  Alone in the subway, the girl is stalked by a weird apparition, leather-clad punk who is wearing a kind Phantom of the Opera half-mask made of glittering metal.  The punk gives the girl a ticket to a movie premiering at the Metropol, a theater that no one has ever heard of.  The girl shyly asks for another ticket so she can go with her friend.  

The girls meet on the Kurfurstendamm and agree to skip "Mrs. Buckles' class" to attend the movie.  Why this should be necessary isn't clear to me, but the movie wants to suggest all sorts of transgression, even playing hooky from school.  The two Maedchen find the Metropol, a huge hulking pile of brick, windowless with a grim-looking facade and eerie red skies overhead.  About forty people are gathered for the premiere of a nameless film that the girls hope will not be a "horror' movie.  The folks in the audience are stereotypes of stereotypes -- there's a pimp with his two foxy whores, some Euro trash with heroin chic profiles, a haggard blind man with a younger woman who may be his wife (she turns out to be his daughter).  A couple of handsome young men hustle the two heroines.  A woman in a green dress with a vast pre-Raphaelite head of red hair takes tickets and prowls through the auditorium with a flashlight.  In the lobby, there's a masked figure, a mannequin mounted on a motorcycle.  The mannequin is holding in one hand a samurai sword -- a detail that pretty much lets the viewer write the climax to the film; in the other hand, the demon on the motorcycle is wielding a metallic demon-mask, a kind of Kabuki face all twisted with evil.  One of the whores puts on the mask which has a sharp edge that cuts her face.  Everyone sits down for the movie, a slasher picture in which teenagers invade a crypt in some kind of mist-enswirled castle.  In the crypt, the teenagers finds the grave of Nostradamus and an inscription that reads:  They will make cemeteries their cathedrals and tombs their cities."  The kids on-screen go mad and begin hacking each other to death with knives.  Meanwhile in the audience, the whore who cut her cheek goes into the toilet, turns into a monster, and begins killing people.  The murders have a vampire-aspect -- if you are slashed by a demon, you turn into one also.  Pretty soon just about everyone is dead or undead, since all the victims of the demons become ravening monsters themselves.  There's no way out of the movie theater -- the doors turn out to be all bricked-shut.  After the demons have killed everyone (except one couple), the film palls a bit and so has to import four more teenagers into the theater, junkies fleeing the cops who can get into the building that no one inside can escape.  The demons kill them expeditiously but, not before, the director has established some kind of specious equivalency to using cocaine and becoming a demon with red eyes, spewing neon-green and blue ichor, and grimacing through jaws slavering with gore.  The motorcycle gets revved-up and sword is wielded and all of the demons are slaughtered.  Then, the surviving boy and girl escape after a helicopter conveniently equipped with a big winch inexplicable crashes through the roof of the theater. The two survivors escape, impale the guy with the silver mask who is still wandering around, but, alas, the whole world is now overrun with bloodthirsty demon-zombies and things don't look too good for our heroes.

This nonsense is sub-literate.  The dialogue is laughably bad.  People tend to shout out what we have just seen graphically portrayed on the screen. But -- the film has some effectively moments.  There is a bad dream quality to the fact that no one can escape from the theater, that all corridors end in blind walls, and that even when you bust through a brick floor or ceiling, you find yourself enclosed in just another labyrinth full of monsters with hallways leading to dead ends.  (The best scene in the movie is a sinister fast track around the four walls of sort of brick cistern where the characters find themselves immured after laborious efforts to escape the hellish theater.)  The demons are fairly scary and the special effects have the muscular, syrupy look of pre-CGI horror -- it's all done with buckets of red goop and mannequins that can be torn apart in various ways; there's even some time-lapse photography showing well-maintained teeth falling out to be replaced by the rotting, grey and green dentition of the demons.  The film is completely derivative, featuring knock-offs of The Exorcist and Alien, including a hideous little demon who erupts from the back of a girl who has become the chrysalis for the miniature monster.  It's fun and creepy until it becomes tedious and the climax involving the motorcycle, samurai sword, and the horde of growling, blood-lusting demons is horribly mismanaged -- it's as if the director completely lost interest in the movie just at the point that called for his most dramatic and spectacular action scenes.  The setting in Berlin suggests some kind of historical allegory, but, I think, this interpretation is way beyond the film's very modest ambitions.  The scenes introducing the demons are quite good -- the parallels between the mayhem on the movie screen and in the audience are effectively managed.  It's as if the demons are being spawned in some way by the horror imagery on screen and, perhaps, the film would be a hoot if seen in a real auditorium in a big, old, and decrepit movie palace, a place, perhaps, as haunted as the theater on the screen.   

 

,,,a Valparaiso

Joris Ivens, the great Dutch documentarian, made a...Valparaiso in 1963 with a class of film students at the University of Chile.  Chris Marker, an equally accomplished director of documentary films, supplies a suitably surrealist and enigmatic narration for the 29 minute movie that was shot in silent format.  The picture, of course, is far more sophisticated than a mere student film and, in fact, is an intriguing and dreamlike vision of a city that seems remarkably eccentric.  In some respects, the film is like Bunuel, a seemingly realistic portrait of a place that repeatedly slips into the fantastic.  Indeed, the movie reminds me of one of Calvino's "invisible cities" from the book of that name.  

Valparaiso is built on a steep hillside overlooking its harbor.  The city's oddly shaped buildings, many of them like thin slivers of pie, rise in a sheer steps over the crescent of the sea cupped in the harbor.  Thirty funicular rail cars run up and down the slopes, some of them rising like elevators on their rails leading to the hilltops.  There are forty or more separate hills that hover over the sea and each comprises its own village with its own name.  Long and elaborate stone steps crisscross on the hillsides, some of them dangerously steep with cliffs dropping off from their naked sides..  Alleys are like ladders.  People climb up and down these prisms of precipitous stairs -- the poor who live higher on the hills can't afford the fare to ride the funiculars up to the top of the bluffs.  On the heights, it is hot and water is scarce and the slums look cubist and sun-baked.  In the harbor, fishmongers pitch fish to sea lions that lunge up out of the water.  A wealthy woman in an elegant Parisian frock takes her pet penguin for a walk on a leash.  A one-legged man is seen laboriously ascending 121 steps.  Toward the end of the film, we see him again hopping on his crutch along one of the terraces.  Half-way through the film, Ivens reminds us that the port was a place frequented by pirates and has a bloody history. (Perhaps, the one-legged man invokes Long John Silver from Treasure Island).  At this point, the film becomes color and remains in that format until the end, showing us a kite festival in its last minutes, then, brightly painted ships gliding through the harbor, and, at last, the movie ends as it began with a montage of enormous waves beating on the shore.  (After this montage at the film's beginning, we saw big cargo ships like ghosts slipping through the mist establishing the city's fantastic and oneiric physiognomy.  There are all sorts of things in this movie:  a saloon where people are dancing to rock 'n roll, fire fighters battling blazes on the hilltops where there is no source of water (we see the fireman knock down a wall with his axe and plunge into the flames).  There are shots of people unloading cargo and carrying big enigmatic bundles up the immense zigzagging flights of steps.  Patterns of shadow cast by the sun turn the landscape into a mirage of black and white decorated by women's laundry hanging over deep fissures and chasms in the escarpment of vertical neighborhoods.  In India, there are beautiful edifices called "Step-wells" -- these are deep excavations lined with stone steps in diagonal Escher-like patterns descending to the pool of water far below the surface.  Valparaiso looks an Indian step-well oriented vertically against a pattern of balconies stacked one upon the other to the top of the hill.  I wonder if this is how the city still looks.  Ivens' film makes no political statement -- it is like a film recording of a dream.   

Friday, July 30, 2021

The Boys (Series 1 and Series 2)

The Boys is a manic, crass, and gory TV show streaming on Amazon Prime.  The first series, now about 18 months old, premiered in late 2019 or early 2020.  Although I enjoy the show and recommend it with reservations, I suppose that it  contributes to the general coarsening of sensibilities intrinsic to much pop culture.  The program is reasonably well-written, certainly, exciting in a certain macabre way, and very de rigueur -- the plot glances at various trendy topics and, somehow, manages to besmirch everything that it touches.  The chief victim of this vulgarization is the "Me Too" movement, a strain of feminism that weirdly conflates being sexually harassed with some kind of empowerment when the culprit inflicting injury is brought to justice.  Not surprisingly, the program focuses on women who are the prey of powerful men -- the show wants us to simultaneously enjoy the objectification of its female characters and appreciate the revenge that these women wreak on their persecutors.  Furthermore, it's all oddly retrograde and sentimental -- people are motivated by undying love and romantic betrayal is an important and thematic plot device.  Like many shows that want to impress you with their fashionable and nihilistic cynicism, the program also indulges itself in a glimpse of its passionate, romantic, beating heart:  sometimes, literally when that organ is snatched from the torso of a still-living character on his or her way out of the story.  

Most critics have commented on The Boys over-the-top rendition of ultra-violence.  People get reduced to clouds of whirling bone and ropy tissue; heads explode at intervals of about forty minutes and there are all sorts of eviscerations, disembowelments, and decapitations.  It's all played for laughs but, ultimately, is deadening to the viewer.  Many years ago, I attended a showing of George Romero's Dawn of the Dead (1978).  The movie began in media res with a SWAT team attacking some gunmen -- in the course of the firefight, someone's head gets literally blown off.  I remember the palpable gasp that surged through the audience and my own reaction which was a combination of shock, repulsion, and some sort of ugly exhilaration.  Around the same time, I saw David Cronenberg's Scanners, famous for an early scene in which one of the mutants engaged in a telepathy battle suddenly suffers the explosion of his head into a cloud of pulpy red goo.  These sorts of effects were notorious and terrifying.  Now, this sort of thing is so common that no one really pays it much attention -- the ante is now so ridiculously high on mayhem that scenes in which the protagonists are slimed with the internal organs of their victims are regarded, more or less, with complete indifference by the savvy viewers who realize that, after all, it's just a form of CGI representation and doesn't mean anything at all.  I'm as guilty as the next guy in tuning into this sort of stuff, but, in reality, the level of violence in these shows desensitizes viewers in a way that is alarming and, also, not really esthetically viable -- you just can't keep upping the quotient of mayhem:  there's only so many ways that people can be hacked, burned into glowing cinders, or reduced to clouds of bursting meat.  Pretty soon you reach a point of diminishing returns where the violence really doesn't matter at all. The same analysis applies to the pervasive irony and cynicism in films like this -- if everyone is totally corrupt and vicious and everyone's motives are completely venal and wicked, then, why should we care about anything?  It's all just a dispiriting spectacle that leads nowhere.  

All of this said, perhaps to salve my own conscience, The Boys is fun to watch.  It's best to ration your input of this stuff.  I've found that one episode is never enough -- the show is very competently plotted to end most episodes on a cliff-hanger that compels you to keep watching.  On the other hand, two episodes is a surfeit of gruesome violence and vicious snarky behavior -- at the end of two episodes of this show, I feel filthy and also somewhat bored.  This is because the bad conduct and carnival of mutilations becomes, if not exactly dull, at least, a bit cloying at the ninety minute mark.

So what is the premise of The Boys?  A group of super-heroes in the Marvel/DC comics' mold are pawns of a big media and marketing corporation, Vought.  The super-heroes ("Supes") who believe that they were born with special powers appear on reality TV shows and preside over maudlin patriotic spectacles sponsored by the Vought corporation -- each "Supe" has a trademarked-line of merch that that they flog mercilessly.  Unfortunately, the Supes are vicious, venal, murderous, sexually perverse swine.  Their bosses at the corporation, led by a nasty business woman named Stilwell, are even worse -- all of them appear ready and willing to sell their own mothers to the highest bidder.  And the Supes have a nasty secret -- they are not born but created by injecting newborn infants with some kind of super-hero serum called Compound V.  (This is not Roman numeral five, but "V" as in Vogelbaum, the scientist who perfected the super-hero infusion building on the research of a Nazi scientist employed at Dachau and, needless to say, not averse to experimenting on human subjects.)  The show is so anxious to check all of the fashionable boxes that the program features sexual harassment, corporate greed modeled on big Pharma, and various kinds of substance abuse -- including a Black sprinter (like the Flash) called A-Train who is horribly addicted to Compound V.  The Supes all think that have achieved their super powers on the basis of their own unique virtue -- but, in fact, they have been manufactured just like the superhero dolls and other merchandise that Vought produces for the adoring public.  The general arc of the narrative in Series One involves three intersecting plots:  first, a virginal young girl from Des Moines, Supe-name Starlight, becomes a member of the Seven, that is the elite among the elites with super powers -- she's a comely, petite lass whose eyes glow laser red when she has an orgasm.  She's immediately subjected to vicious sexual harassment by the Deep, a sort of submariner figure, although basically nothing more than a lecherous gill-man with a oddly pathetic (if ineffectual) love for sea-creatures.  (Every time he tries to bond with a lobster or dolphin, the poor critter gets slaughtered in a spectacular fashion.)  Starlight is our point of access to the corrupt world of the Supes and we experience her despair and disillusion when she discovers how vicious they are.  The second overarching narrative involves Vought corporation scheming to get its Supes recognized as members of the US military -- that is, as paid mercenary military contractors.  This scheme involves an ultra-patriotic Supe named Homelander who fights terrorists.  Homelander is handsome, a complete hypocrite, and wholly evil.  He specializes in reducing people to puddles of sticky red goo with his laser eyes.  The wicked corporate boss somehow controls him with sex -- he's completely infantile because he was snatched from his true parents when about six weeks old and raised in a lab like a rat or a test- monkey and, therefore, not properly socialized.  Ultra-glib in public, he's a thumbsucking infant in bed, nuzzling Ms. Stilwell's breasts and prematurely ejaculating when he has sex with his boss.  (Of course, his relationship with his corporate ersatz mama goes badly wrong when he trains his x-ray eyes on her face, melts her eyes, and, then, hollows out the inside of her skull with his laser vision.)  The third plot interwoven with these narratives involves a handsome British lout called Billy Butcher whose wife was raped by Homelander and, apparently, murdered by him.  Billy Butcher talks in florid cockney-inflected obscenities calling everyone "cunts" -- something that puzzles the Americans in the film.  Butcher is a brute who spends the whole show scheming to murder Supes and who, in fact, slaughters several of them in spectacular ways in the course of the First Series.  Butcher is, at first, fascinating -- resourceful, brutal, and funny -- but he quickly becomes a tedious bore since he just keeps repeating his baroque insults and obscenities tirelessly while maniacally pursuing revenge in a dull, single-minded way.  Butcher's counterpart is the show's nominal hero, the only person who seems half-way sane in this carnival of evil; this is Hughie whose girlfriend, Robin, was reduced to a gory cloud when A-Train jonesing for some Compound V ran right through her on the sidewalk or, perhaps, a foot out in the street depending upon your perspective on things.  Hughie, who works in a sort of Radio Shack business, wants revenge for the death of his girlfriend and, so, he allies himself with Butcher (and a couple other colorful characters, a Black probation-cop and a cartoon Frenchman -- obviously imported into the show for the Parisian TV market) to hunt down and murder Supes.  The show is just one bang-bang explosion and massacre after another and it's so glib and thoroughly entertaining (until it's not) that the viewer really doesn't have a chance to notice that none of it makes any sense.  For instance, it seems odd that Homelander is both a Trump-style rapist and a mama's boy who has obviously problems with sexual congress -- how did he manage to have sex with Butcher's wife and bring her to screaming orgasms three times, as he boasts, when he can barely get it up for his boss, Ms. Stilwell, who is nursing her child, leaking milk all the time, and, therefore, erotic to the vicious man-child as a maternal figure.  Why are the Supes sometimes readily injured and other times completely invulnerable?  Hughie is pursuing a course of gruesome violence to avenge his dead girlfriend.  But this doesn't deter him from falling in love with Starlight and having sex with her.  Homelander is shown to have the powers of Superman but when called upon to rescue a jet that has been knocked off course and is falling into the ocean, he doesn't do anything to rescue the people, claiming rather comically that he doesn't have "any place to stand" to keep the plane from falling out of the sky.  (We see A-Train dragging a whole railroad train, locomotive and about twenty cars, at one point -- so why can't Homelander stop the plane mid-air, hoist it on his shoulder and get it to safety; this would be no problem for Superman.)  Probably Homelander lets the plane crash to further his scheme of terrorizing the craven adoring public into voting to allow the Supes to serve in military operations.  But if this is his motive, it's not clear.  Characters go from being completely and irredeemably vicious to seeming somewhat poignant in the course of a single episode -- for instance, the Deep is a savage sexual predator until suddenly he's demoted. a pathetic sad-sack who has to work at a water-park in Sandusky, Ohio; we actually come to sympathize with him -- probably, a neat plot development but surprising in light of what we have been shown about this character.  The plot is contrived and opportunistic -- it seems more a skeleton on which to hang various horrific deaths than anything that makes any sense.  And the show has a fundamental problem that afflicts all Superhero narratives -- ultimately, the Supes have to go mano y mano with opposing Supes.  In this case, the Vought corporation has created terrorist Supes, Jihadists of course, to justify promoting the civilian Supes like Homelander and his cronies in The Seven into the military.  But how do two invulnerable, all-powerful beings fight?  And who can determine who wins when both of the Supes simply blaze fireballs at each other from their red laser eyes?

The show is worth watching because it is often funny in a grotesque sort of way.  Translucent, an invisible man, has diamond-hard skin but he's soft inside and Butcher and his buddies kill him by jamming dynamite up his rectum and igniting it.  (This is a clever idea but the execution is botched -- we should be given a shot of the dynamite being inserted in the invisible being and, then, lurking in his rectum, that is, dangling in mid-air but the show doesn't give us this pleasure.)  Translucent's funeral is also hilarious featuring an empty glass casket and baby pictures of the Supe, showing mom and dad dandling on their knees an invisible toddler in diapers.  (Translucent spent his life lurking in toilets and enjoying women and girls going about their business to his invisible satisfaction.)  Some of Homelander's lines involving generals and immigrants align in a funny way with Trump's twitter-rants and more ridiculous declarations. When poor Deep has sex with a voracious female fan, she insists upon fingering his vaginal-looking gills and, even, penetrating them up to her wrist while he grunts in pain.  Every episode has some wickedly funny parody-commercials and there's a lot of snappy, utterly obscene and funny dialogue.  I admire the show for its antic energy and inventiveness but wish that someone had imposed slightly more discipline on this thing.  The show seems to have a subtext -- the Supes are, I suppose, symbols for people entitled by beauty and cleverness to lord it over others and, even, exploit them; I suppose that the show is a grim picture of what it is like to live in Hollywood among stars in the entertainment business.     


Series Two of The Boys is more of the same.  as is customary on Cable, the show ups the ante, intensifying the quotient of violence, which is already pretty extreme, while keeping the sex component, also fairly explicit, about level with the first iteration.  The Boys traffics in outrage and, so, the program has a lot more exploding heads and grotesque imagery -- one of the heroes is almost strangled to death by a 60 foot long prehensile penis, the submariner supe, trhe Deep, converses with his talking gills, dialogue is staged in the guts of a slaughtered sperm whale, people get burned alive and dismembered.  The satire is obvious and snarky.  Homelander, the crypto-fascist, ruler of the Seven, shouts Trump slogans -- "Make America Safe Again!" is his mantra and, whenever a crowd is gathered, he salutes them with the cry:  "You're the real heroes?"  He talks about taking a shit in the middle of Fifth Avenue and no one daring to criticize him -- a more vulgar, yet less terrifying, boast than Trump's infamous remark that he could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue and not suffer the loss of a single voter.  There's a subplot involving the Deep's hapless attempts to earn his way back into the Seven with the encouragement of the Church of the Collective -- a reference to the creepy Scientology cult.  The cult's idiotic teachings are parodied mercilessly, although this is, one must say, a pretty obvious and much-derided target.  The narrative involves Vought Corporation creating legions of super-terrorists (or "super-villains" as Homelander demands that they be called) so that the evil company can consolidate its political influence.  A new and nasty member of the Seven is recruited --  a bland, somewhat homely, woman who performs her exploits under the name Stormfront.  (She seems to be able to harness lightning and wears a black-leather dominatrix costume; she reminds me of every female HR director that I've met.)  Every show of this sort needs a Nazi and Stormfront turns out to be 100 years old, a buddy of Hitler, Goebbels and Goering and a racist who babbles about "the White genocide."  Needless to say she gets up close and personal with Homelander.  Homelander has been solacing himself with Doppelgaenger, a supe mutant who can shift shape -- having sex with Doppelgaenger who has melted himself into the form of the perversely maternal Ms. Stilwell whom Homelander lasered to death in the last episode of series one.  This is ultimately unsatisfying, Doppelgaenger keeps reverting to his default form, a fat, ugly Jewish guy, and, finally, the disappointed Homelander snaps this neck.  But by this time Homelander is involved in a torrid affair with the Nazi supe, Stormfront -- this features sado-masochistic sex in which Homelander uses his laser eyes to scorch into blisters Stormfront's breasts, activity that she encourages with the words "I'm not easily breakable."  Billy Butcher is involved in an infernal child custody dispute with his wife Becca -- she's been spirited away and is living in a secret Vought compound with her son, a latent supe who is, of course, the spawn of Homelander.  Butcher is so tedious with his repetitive British obscenities and brooding, wounded good looks that you want to turn to Seinfeld when he shows up.  Another subplot involving Butcher's dying father and his mother turns out, somehow, to be both viciously cynical and wholly maudlin.  The show's two nominal protagonists, Hughie, the normal lad who loves Billie Joel songs, and Butcher, the profane British killer with a concealed heart of gold, are both very dull, have embarrassingly trite and predictable dialogue, and tend to be a serious drag on the narrative.  There's a complicated narrative arc for the ladies involving feminism and a lesbian relationship between Queen Maeve (Homelander's spurned girlfriend) and an ordinary mortal -- this goes nowhere and is mostly cringe-inducing.  The Boys version of feminism is three female superheroes stomping on the lady-Nazi, Stormfront, suggesting that they will put their boots "up her Kraut kitty."  So much for political correctness.  The show makes no attempt to clarify the rules of engagement between superheroes -- are they invulnerable or not?  To what extent are they invulnerable?  Aren't the interminable battles between the superheroes pointless since no one can be injured and there is nothing at stake?  -- except when the plot demands that Supe be injured or, even, killed.  Stormfront ends up as a one-eyed, charred, torso missing arms and legs and muttering deliriously in German -- how did this happen?  Did her super-powers suddenly fail her?  The show seems to have been shot pre-Covid -- there's no reference to the virus.  The series ends with Homelander masturbating grandiloquently over the skyline of Gotham City (New York).  A liberal female congressman, someone like Alexandra Ocasio Cortez, has been investigating Vought and the supes from a progressive anti-corporate stance.  The penultimate shot in the film reveals her to be malign Supe and the source of much of the head-exploding earlier in the show.  With Donald Trump out of power, it seems that The Boys intends to turn its satirical derision onto liberals -- we'll see how well this plays out.   

 

The Profit Motive and the Whispering Wind

 It's hard to imagine the audience for John Gianvito's The Profit Motive and the Whispering Wind.  The film is simultaneously a lament that the leaders of movements resisting Capitalism have been forgotten and a celebration of their memory.  This double, and contradictory, impulse is embodied in images of deserted places marked by graves and commemorative plaques:  the graves and the historical markers signify both absence as well as the abiding presences of memory.  This high concept is too abstruse for most activists that I have met and too passive as well -- a picture of a gravestone doesn't move men and women to march.  Aesthetes interested in poetic documentary will likely be put off by the film's rather obvious and, even, trite, Leftist imagery -- after all, the picture ends with a jaunty, reggae-style version of the Internationale.  And those that might have a historical interest in the events and people commemorated will find the movie too ostentatiously barren and devoid of information:  36 of the heroes of the labor and civil rights movements identified were unknown to me.  One might argue from this fact that a part of Gianvito's intent is to encourage viewers to research these forgotten heroes.  But if you see the film in a theater, are you expected to write down the names in the dark?  Or somehow recall them when the movie is over?  (Probably, a picture of this sort was never really made to be consumed in the communal darkness of a theater and, so, in fact, someone watching the film on a streaming service (or on DVD) interested in this research, if equipped with paper and pen, could write down the names and, later, look them up --  in fact, Gianvito even cites a reference, suggesting implicitly further reading on the topic in Howard Zinn's history of the United States.  In short, the film is too poetic and melancholy to inspire activists to march to the barricades, too ahistorical for the historically minded, and too simple-minded and obvious for those interested in Leftist cinema of the kind made by Chris Marker or Straub and Huillet (whose influence is everywhere in this film).  The picture is interesting but too esoteric, I think, for most people.

Gianvito's film is 58 minutes long, materialist in form:  the director shows gravestones and markers  commemorating events of significance in the resistance to Capitalism in the United States.  The shots of the commemorative stones and sites are utilitarian -- generally, we see a marker in the grass shot from a distance of about 20 feet, then, a close-up with titles that read the inscription often illegible due to time and erosion.  In some cases, the camera simply lingers on roadside markers that we are supposed to read -- there is a lot of text and reading in this film.  These images are intercut with shots in which we see the wind as an invisible presence animating trees, brush, and grass -- the wind is obviously a symbol for the pervasive spiritual presence of these heroes, a literal afflatus or inspiration for later generations of activists and radicals.  At first, we think that the shots of the wind are filmed where the graves and other markers are located -- this is an example of the famous Kuleshov effect in which the mind links shots to create a coherent topography or narrative.  But, as we come to understand, the images of the wind are not topographically related to the shots of the markers and commemorative stones -- to the contrary, the shots showing the wind invisibly animating grass and hanging branches were taken in other places.  (It took me a while to figure this out -- toward the end of the movie, I recognized the landscape near Boulder, Colorado, a place with lots of wind but no correlation to any of the warriors of the resistance celebrated in the movie.)  Some of the shots depicting wind moving in foliage are pictorially beautiful, albeit in a conventional way. Most of the pictures show blue skies, although some images show rain and clouds -- in one shot, we see clouds hurrying across the heavens.  Gianvito's representative heroes begin with Ann Hutchinson and a Quaker, Mary Dyer, who was hanged in earlier colonial times.  Dianvito begins the film with a 1894 gramophone recording of a Kiowa ghost dance song.  (Why?  It's conventionally politically correct to pay homage to Native American resistance to colonialism, but this is a completely separate matter than the labor movement and its activists which comprise the great majority of the figures identified in the film -- what does King Phillip, the Indian leader, have to do with the American Labor Movement?  The answer is nothing at all.  After some initial confusion -- the film shows monuments to Shay's Rebellion and Henry Thoreau (again questionably related to the other figures in the film), the picture name-checks prominent early Feminists, Suffragettes, Abolitionists, and, then, slips into a mode of displaying monuments to various massacres and killings involved in struggle between labor and management during the late 19th century -- we are shown the sites of the Homestead, Ludlow, and Matewan massacres:  Paul Robeson sings the song "Joe Hill" while the camera shows us union organizer's grave -- later, we see Robeson's grave as well.  Some of this is predictable:  we see the very elaborate grave of Mother Jones, the more modest tomb of Ida B. Wells, Cesar Chavez' monument, the graves of some Civil Rights martyrs, Rachel Carlson's tombstone, and the graves of writers Lorraine Hansberry and John Dos Passos (his later conversion to the Right apparently excused).  The most recent grave marker shown in the film is that of Father Berrigan (died 2002) the Vietnam anti-war activist.  At intervals, the film shows wobbly, spidery rotoscoped images -- I couldn't identify what they were showing except, perhaps, someone frying eggs and some beefy guys bellowing at one another.  These pictures are a distraction and aren't intelligible.  The movie ends with a Soviet-style montage of people protesting, marching, parading down streets with a drum ensemble percussively pounding out an accompaniment -- the imagery becomes increasing agitated, with very fast cutting and the shots of protestors sped up; this footage is intercut with fragmentary shots of the wind stirring in trees and meadows.  The picture ends with a list of places where the gravestones are located while the Internationale plays on the soundtrack.  The movie isn't hard to watch and its not a hyper-rigorous bore like some of Straub-Huillet's films of this sort.  But there's not a lot of content and, probably, the same effect could have been conveyed in about twenty minutes with a less encyclopedic approach to American history.  The general impression conveyed by the film is that the viewer is ignorant with respect to a lot of our labor history, that the United Mine Workers have been tireless in building monuments to their heroes, but that the monuments are generally vapid and in poor taste and that most history is forgotten.  But this last point is trivial -- in this country, most history is never even known in the first place and when I've visited the graves of people like Poe or, even, Hubert Humphrey there's never anyone there -- for better or worse, the United States is a place without much of a cult of the dead; whether the dead are righteous or wicked, they are all pretty much forgotten.     

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Court

 


1.

Court is sometimes proclaimed to be the best, and most realistic, film ever made about judicial proceedings.  The picture was directed by a young man, Chaityanya Tamhane; he was 24 when the film was shot across a period of 45 days in Mumbai.  (Tamhane had been working on the film for four years, mostly involved in writing the screenplay and casting – over 1800 nonprofessional actors were auditioned for the picture.  Some of the people play parts very similar to their roles in real life.  The woman who portrays Mrs. Pawer, the widow of the deceased sewer worker, is, in fact, the widow of a municipal sewer worker who was killed in an accident in Mumbai’s sewer.) 


Tamhane was born in 1987 in a “chawl” – that is a large tenement building typical of urban housing in West India.  Chawl’s are typically regarded as low-quality housing, not exactly slum, but crowded and insanitary – typically, each floor of the structure has a single lavatory.   In an interview with the Hindustani Times, Tamhane described his Marathi-speaking family as close but poor.  However, his uncle, Shekhar Tamhane, was a well-known Marathi playwright.  Tamhane’s mother was interested in the arts and regularly took him to the theater.  In an interview that he gave to a Mumbai theater magazine (apparently Tamhane’s first interview with the press), he notes that as a Maharashstrian (Marathi-speaking person living in Indian province of Maharashtra), he is theatrical by nature.  He recounts appearing in many children’s plays and putting on amateur theatrical productions when he was small.   As a little boy, he watched Maine Pyar Kiye on VHS 75 times.  (Maine Pyar Kiye was the highest grossing Indian movie in 1989 – it’s a 3 ½ hour romantic comedy with elaborate musical numbers.)  At 18, Tamhane attended college as an English major, but never went to class – he spent his time working in theater arts.   


Regarded as an enfant terrible, Tamhane worked first in theater as a playwright.  His drama Grey Elephants in Denmark was produced at his college and the show, said to be about “magic and mentalism” (mind-reading), starred Vivek Gombek, a fellow student.  Tamhane’s relationship with Gombek is important and instrumental: Gombek produced Court and plays the part of the lawyer, Vijay Vora.  (Gombek is one of the producers of The Disciple, Tamhane’s breakthrough picture now showing on Netflix.)  While still enrolled in college, Tamhane began working on short films, including Six Strands, a 16 minute picture about a woman who owns a firm that produces the most expensive tea in the world.  Six Strands was successful and toured the international film festival circuit.  At this time, Tamhane was writing for television, employed scripting a popular Marathi-language TV soap opera.  At that time, he worked sporadically on his own script for Court, inspired, Tamhane says, by his experience attending a concert by the Dalit activist Gadar at a chawl in Mahins – this concert made a deep impression on Tamhane and was the basis from which he developed the screenplay, working on the text for a period of three years.  Vivek Gombek was impressed by the script, and regarded Tamhane as a theatrical genius –he said that he would commit his own money to Court so as to be remembered in film history as the man who “financed Tamhane’s first feature film.”


Court was highly regarded by Indian critics.  But, as a largely Marathi-language film, the picture had to be subtitled into English for most Indian audiences.  Furthermore, Indian lower middle classes (and the poor) are not proficient in English.  Therefore, the picture wasn’t a commercial success in Tamhane’s home country.  (Tamhane himself notes that he wasn’t influenced by Hollywood movies because he was unable to “understand the accent” spoken by the actors in those films.)  An Indian commenting on Court at the IMDB website says: “if you understand Marathi, lo, you are in for few hearty chuckles.”  (You can read Indian vernacular comments on films all day long and enjoy their enthusiasm and curious diction.)  


The Indian film industry is highly fragmented.  Movies are produced in Hindi, Marathi, Gujarati, Tamil, Teguda, and Kannada dialects.  Most Indian movies are subtitled in either Hindi or English on the basis that most Indians have some capacity to understand those languages.  But rural and urban poor populations are unable to read English and may be only marginally proficient in Hindi and, so, those people prefer pictures produced in their home dialect.  Furthermore, Indian movies are conceptually divided into Bollywood features, popular movies shot in garish color with beautiful performers and lavish song and dance numbers, and pictures that are more serious in conception (and more challenging in their execution).  Indians refer to Bollywood-type movies as masala pictures, referring to the generic spice that is used almost universally in Indian cooking.  Masala sounds like “mass” – and “massy” pictures is another term used popularly in India for Bollywood-style films.  Tamhane describes Six Strands, his student film, as his “heartbreak moment...my divorce from Bollywood” – that is, his decision to make films that consciously oppose the paradigms of a cinema that he loved as a boy.    


Internationally, Court won prizes at the Venice and Mumbai International Film Festivals and was awarded the Best Picture honor by the National Film Reviewers Board in India.  


On the strength of the film, Rolex, the watch company, granted a Protegee award to Tamhane.  The Rolex Protegee program connects up-and-coming film directors with established industry figures and provides funds to support these mentorship activities.  Tamhane was paired with Alphonso Cuaron, the acclaimed Mexican director of Children of Men and Gravity.  Tamhane traveled to Mexico City to work as an assistant director on Cuaron’s Roma, a highly regarded film financed by Netflix.  In interviews, Tamhane credits Cuaron with having a powerful influence on his next film, The Disciple, a picture also produced for Netflix.  The Disciple (2021) is an extraordinary picture about Indian classical music, with fascinating philosophical and, even, quasi-mystical elements.  Because of its rather esoteric subject-matter, the film has not received the attention that it deserves but it is an excellent picture, surely one of the best to be released in 2021.  


Tamhane describes his cinematic influences as City of God, Fernando Meirelles’ Brazilian picture about a favela in the hills above Rio, as well as Lars von Trier, the Danish director, Wong Kar Wai, the Taiwanese film maker, and Michael Haneke, the Austrian director of Cache, The White Ribbon, and Amour.  In other interviews, he credits as influences the Polish director, Krystof Kieslowski (The Decalogue and the Red, White, and Blue trilogy) and the Chinese filmmaker, Jia Zhangke (The World, Mountains may Depart and Ash is Purest White to name a few of his pictures.)




2.

Court draws inspiration from the six-year incarceration (on questionable grounds) of a Dalit activist, Jiten Marand.  India’s political situation is incomprehensibly complex, particularly with respect to the role of the Dalit people – the so-called “untouchables”.  However, it may be helpful to understand a few aspects of West Bengal politics and history to better appreciate the context of this film.


Eighty years ago, the Dalit people lived in impoverished farming villages on unproductive land in the north and east part of India.  Viewed with disdain by other Indians, Dalits were persecuted and, often, murdered (or their women raped) without any significant repercussions.  However, from time to time, the Dalits rebelled and exercised some political influence – for instance, during the sharecropper movement in the 1940's.


(Writing about the Dalits is complicated as well.  The euphemism for Dalit in Indian “member of a Scheduled Caste.”  In fact, the Dalit’s don’t comprise an Indian caste; in the Hindu system, they are regarded as without caste at all or “out-caste.”  It is for this reason that they were persecuted as not really even Hindu, but rather people without a religion.  There are 1107 “scheduled castes” in India – that is, 1107 different ways to be outcaste or caste-less; some of the scheduled castes contain millions of members; others are limited to small areas and have populations less than 200,000.  In West Bengal, a the time of the Partition in 1947, there were about 17 million Dalits or “scheduled castes” living in this part of India.  Dalits are identified as “scheduled castes” because they are entitled to specific constitutional protections intended to advance their social condition – something like quota-based affirmative action programs in the United States.)


When India was partitioned, many Dalits remained, albeit briefly in Muslim East Pakistan, now Bangladesh.  However, the Muslims were no more hospitable to them than the Hindus.  Accordingly, the oppressed Dalits of East Pakistan crossed the border, creating a refugee problem in West Bengal, particularly around what is now Mumbai and Kolkata (Calcutta).  The Indian government resettled the Dalits in Dandkaranya, a vast and inhospitable forest terrain – in effect, moving these farmers into the middle of a jungle.  (It’s a famous jungle – Dandkaranya is where Lord Rama was exiled as described in the Ramayana.)  The Dalits in Dandkaranya found it was impossible to survive in the rain forest.  The Leftist government ruling India in 1967 moved the Dalits to Marichjhapi, now the reserve forest of Sundarban – Marichjhapi is an area of lowlying mangrove islands.  However, this relocation turned out to be untenable and so the government sent troops to the forest areas to forcibly relocate the Dalits there.  The troops and their commanders decided to avoid the difficulty of moving the Dalit population and, so, simply massacred them – probably about 5000 to 10,000 Dalits were killed, although estimates vary.  The scandal was that this massacre took place at a time when a Leftist, even Communist-influenced, government was running India  – the government should have seen the Dalits as a natural constituency and so it is puzzling that the Leftist regime sponsored this slaughter.


But an explanation for this brutal anomaly can be found in the rise of the Naxalites.  (Strictly speaking “Naxalite” is a misnomer for a “Naxa rebel” – but the Indian media refers to these people in general as “Naxalites.”) The Naxalites are Maoist splinter group that broke away from the CPI (M) – that Communist Party of India (Marxist).  This fissure in the CPI (M) happened in 1967.  


The Naxalites are named for a West Bengal village, Naxa, where this extremist faction of the CPI (M) arose.  Mao advocated that impoverished villages and farmers form a revolutionary cadre to overthrow  urban elites.  (Marx believed that the Communist Revolution would be made by the urban, industrial proletariat.  Mao, operating in China, theorized that the true revolutionary class was impoverished, oppressed, and landless farmers.)  Obviously, Mao’s version of Communism had considerable resonance in India, particularly with the Dalits who were largely tenant sharecroppers.  Therefore, Dalit politicians and agitators became connected, at least, in the popular press, with the Naxalites.  But this affiliation quickly became problematic when the Naxalites proved to be extremely violent with distinctly terrorist tactics.  Affiliating the Dalits with the fearsome and brutal Naxalites led to the indiscriminate slaughter of Dalit activists.  The idea was to kill them all and let God sort the innocent from the guilty.


There are very few Maoists if any operating in China today.  However, the Maoist ethic of peasant revolution has taken hold in India.  If Maoism has a future as a political movement, it will be in the Indian sub-continent where terrorist guerillas espousing Maoist ideology are firmly entrenched.  In West Bengal, Maoist insurgencies are active even as I write.  Furthermore, these guerilla fighters have had significant success, attacking and defeating Indian Security Forces.  Beginning in 1971, the Indian government initiated Operation Searchlight, a brutal crackdown on the Naxalites that involved many murders, torture, and human rights abuses.  The Naxalites were driven into hiding, but, at intervals, they manage to kill and wound very significant numbers of police and security forces.  For instance, throughout the nineties, the Naxalites managed to ambush and slaughter several hundred Indian Security Forces every year, sometimes in spectacular massacres involving the death of as many as 250 soldiers at time.  This pattern continues until this day.  During the last decade, Naxalite terrorists have killed an average of 75 to a hundred police annually.  Therefore, the Indian government’s anxiety about Naxalite insurgents operating, particularly, within the Dalit or “scheduled castes” has been both rational and substantial.  According to Mao’s theory, the “scheduled castes” in India should be ripe for participation in violent revolution – they are the “wretched of the earth” if that term has any meaning at all.  


The aggressive and, indeed, rather hysterical persecution of Mr. Kamble by the judicial system in Court must be considered in this context.  The film’s director, indeed, cites a documentary about the Naxalite rebels and their Dalit allies as one of the direct inspirations for Court.  This documentary is Jhai Bim Comrade!

     

Jhai Bim Comrade! a 2011 documentary highly regarded in India and around the world.  (It appears on several lists of the ten best documentaries ever produced.)  Jhai Bim Comrade! explores the so-called Ramabai colony killings that occurred in 1997.  An important Dalit activist, an figure equivalent to Martin Luther King, Jr. in India, is the B. (Bim) R. Ambedkar.  At Ramabai, someone put shoes atop a statue dedicated to the memory of Ambedkar.  The Dalits living in the Ramabai township (colony) peacefully protested, marching to express their indignation.  The Security Forces attacked the protesters and killed several of them.   Several high-profile Dalit social activists were rounded-up and charged with terrorism, an accusation based on the theory that these men were crypto-Naxalites.  A prominent Dalit poet, singer, and activist, Vilas Ghogre, committed suicide, hanging himself while in custody.  After investigating the Ramabai murders (and Ghogre’s suicide), Jhai Bim Comrade! documents another protest march for social justice undertaken in 2006.  Filmed over 14 years, Jhai Bim Comrade! (directed by Anant Patwardhen) is an inspiration for Court.  (Jhai Bim means “Victory to Bim!” referring to Bim R. Ambedkar.  Ambedkar was born Hindu but abandoned the religion in disgust over the caste system and died a Dalit Buddhist, a sect that is important today in the Dalit community and among “the scheduled castes”.)  Ambedkar’s bronze bust appears in a shot of the slum where the lawyer, Vinay Vora, goes to investigate the death of the sewer worker (and is told that the man’s wife and children have returned to their village.)


Vinay Vora is an upper caste Gujarati-speaking Hindu.  (From the way Vora’s mother speaks and her legal diction, I suspect that she is a retired lawyer himself.)  Gujarati speaking people are prevalent in Mumbai where the movie take place and, for hundreds of years, represent a well-heeled bourgeois class of traders and entrepreneurs; it was Gujarati-speaking merchants who founded the original trade guilds in India and who established import-export networks.  As a result, Gujarati speakers have always had a cosmopolitan and internationalist outlook.  The Indian diaspora to East Africa, South Africa, Australia and the United States and Canada is largely comprised of Gujarati-speaking people.  (In the United States, Jersey City is a center of Gujarati culture; the majority of East Coast Subway and Dunkin’ Donut franchises are operated by Gujarati-speaking mercantile families.  Mahatma Gandhi and Narenda Modi, India’s current Prime Minister, were both raised in Gujarati-speaking households, although, of course, they also spoke Hindi, the country’s lingua franca and English.)


In the film, the Judge, Mr. Sudavarte, speaks Marathi in his courtroom.  The prosecutor, Mrs. Nutan, also speaks Marathi.  This explains the moment when the defense lawyer, Vinay Vora, becomes irritated and demands that the officers of the Court (Judge and prosecutor) speak in either Hindi or English.  Vora feels that he is being “home-teamed” by the Judge and prosecutor who have an affinity on the basis of language.  (This aspect of the film reflects a disconcerting reality in criminal court: Judges and prosecutors are housed in the same building and see each other, at least, daily or, even, several times a day.  Therefore, a natural alliance exists between Judges and the prosecutors who appear before them.  By contrast, defense attorneys, at least those retained by the accused – as opposed to the public defenders who are part of the same collegial network – often appear in court as outsiders. From the film’s context, it appears that Vora is a well-known activist attorney, specializing in civil rights – we see him addressing a seminar or conference on that subject.  In the eyes of Mrs. Nutan, the public prosecutor, and Judge Sudavarte, Mr. Vora is an outsider, someone who appears in their court to make trouble for them.  He’s not part of the network or club.  Mrs. Nutan doesn’t see any need to make a big fuss over the Dalit activist, Mr. Kamble.  At lunch, she tells a colleague that the State should just lock up Kamble for twenty years and not trouble itself over the situation – “move on to something else,” she says.  As we see in this scene, Mrs. Nutan is well-respected by her colleagues at the Bar and has her eye on a judicial appointment.  It doesn’t sound like a very good job: Judges are supposed to manage their cases at an industrial assembly-line pace – the average judge handles 3 ½ cases a day with a fast, and, possibly, callous, jurist like Judge Sudavarte sometimes hearing 5 ½ cases in one day.  


The film draws careful class distinctions between the Marathi-speaking and middle-class prosecutor, Mrs. Nutan, and the Gujarati-speaking Vora.  Notice that Mrs. Nutan, like Kamble, rides public transportation to and from work.  Vora tools around in an expensive car listening to “smooth” jazz.  Mrs. Nutan observes that she can’t really afford olive oil.  At home, she has to do domestic chores and cook for her family (and prepare special meals for her diabetic husband).  Court shows Vora in an upscale delicatessen picking up various expensive-looking cheeses and wines without even glancing at the prices on their labels.


3.

Court chronicles legal proceedings against the educator, poet, and activist Narajan Kamble, a character invented for the film.  Tamhane details the criminal proceedings with scrupulous precision.  We see Mr. Vora meeting with a police magistrate to scrutinize the arrest warrant by which Mr. Kamble has been detained.  In this scene, Mr. Vora is accompanied by a member of Mr. Kamble’s troupe, Subodh Kushte, the man who has apparently retained Vora on Kamble’s behalf.  (There is a cringe-inducing scene in which Subodh Kushte, who is apparently a Dalit, is invited to lunch by Mr. Vora’s upper caste parents.)   Next, there is an in-custody hearing before Judge Sudavarte in which bail is denied.  This is followed by Kamble’s arraignment in which Mrs. Nutan reads the elements of the charge (“abetment of suicide”); Judge Sudavarte rules that there is probable cause to believe Kamble could be guilty of the offense and so the case is bound over for a trial, beginning in November 2012.  Unlike a criminal trial in the United States, the matter is tried to the Bench (that is, the Judge).  Because there is no jury empaneled, Judge Sudavarte can try the case piece-meal – we see the case lasting several months and divided into relatively short hearings in which only one or two witnesses are called to testify and, then, be cross-examined.  Judge Sudavarte keeps track of the proceedings by asking his Court Reporter to make various notes that he dictates in open court.  These notes describe his assessment of salient points in the evidence and serve as an aid to his memory.  (The notes that he dictates, also, guide counsel and give them a sense for how the Judge views the evidence.)  Presumably before each hearing, Judge Sudavarte quickly surveys the notes that he has previously made so that he can bring to mind the status of the hearing and its progress.   As the tide of case changes in favor of Kamble’s defense, there is another bail hearing – apparently, bail is based partially on the probability of a conviction and bail requirements may be revised in the midst of the trial.  


4.

Court is one of three great films devoted to the operations of the law.  (The other films are Otto Preminger’s 1959 Anatomy of a Murder and Hans-Jurgen Syberberg’s 1974 Karl May.)  Innumerable movies deploy a courtroom scene as a climax – for instance, Inherit the Wind or A Few Good Men to name two examples.  However, in these films, the movie’s thematic concern is not the mechanics of the law or legal procedures but other issues.  By contrast, Court isn’t about social justice in India or the oppression of the scheduled castes or, really, the personal lives of its protagonists – rather, the film’s interest lies in its exacting and realistic portrayal of legal procedure in the context of a trial arising from an incident that we are never shown and that must be reconstructed from the testimony offered in the courtroom proceedings.  (Most films involving a climactic trial first show us a dramatic event, for instance, a crime, and, then, provide courtroom scenes to explicate or rationalize that event.)  In Court, the viewer is put in the position of the trial judge – we have to evaluate something that has occurred off-screen and assess how we would interpret the facts given in evidence.  In effect, Court requires the viewer to assess the evidence in parallel with the Judge’s interpretation of the facts – we don’t know anything more about the events alleged by the prosecutor in the film than the Judge.  Court, however, gives us all the evidence necessary to evaluate the charge and, in fact, the lengthy recitations of the law (and legal arguments) provide the viewer with the framework of statute relevant to drawing legal conclusions about the facts offered to the Court.  


Court asks us to draw conclusions not only about Mr. Kamble’s alleged crime, but, also, about the precisely observed legal “ecosystem” shown in the film.  To this end, Tamhane provides us with some information about the three officers of the Court involved in the proceedings.  (Notably, we are not shown anything about Mr. Kamble’s personal life – he is a cipher to us as he is to the Court; we don’t judge him as a man but as a legal case.)  Tamhane seems committed to the notion that the ministers of justice are fallible and flawed, but I don’t think he denigrates them: Mr. Vora is arrogant with an air of entitlement – he believes himself virtuous, but is remote from the people that he represents: we see him in an upscale tavern listening to a pretty girl singer performing a Portuguese Fado (this is not as exotic as it first seems – Mumbai was a Portuguese colony at one time.  The name “Bombay” derives from the Portuguese Bom Bae – that is, “good harbor.”  Mumbai by contrast is Gujarati and means something like “Mother City.”)  Notwithstanding Mr. Vora’s flaws, he doggedly advocates his client’s case and (unethically perhaps) puts his own money into the cause.  It appears that he “throws” Kamble’s bail – only to have his client, who is obstinate and also arrogant (he sees himself as an agent of God) taunt the authorities and end up back in Jail.  Mrs. Nutan is similarly indefatigable in pursuing the case.  She’s ambitious and wants to be a Judge herself (we see a female in Judge in one of the last scenes in the film).  Like other middle-class Marathi-speakers, she’s casually bigoted – this is dramatized in the scene in which the family attends the anti-immigrant play.  However, Mrs. Nutan is also a loyal wife and good mother and we see her diligently working at home after cooking supper for her “Mister” who has diabetes.  A paradigm of middle-class virtues, she will probably be appointed to the Bench and, likely, will be a good Judge.  Similarly, Judge Sudavarte is diligent and reasonably fair-minded – of course, he despises Mr. Kamble and, probably, is predisposed to convict him, but, nonetheless, he presides competently over the case and seems to assess the evidence and credibility of the witnesses in a professional manner.  In his personal life, Judge Sudavarte is revealed to be childishly superstitious, but a good family man.  He also seems to be diligent and hardworking.  Justice sometimes slumbers, as the film shows in the last shot, and we are all prone to lash out at others when startled but there’s nothing to suggest that Judge Sudavarte isn’t a capable and fair judge.  Of course, the legal system has bizarre aspects – for instance, the woman denied access to the Court because she’s wearing a sleeveless blouse – but this is characteristic of an ancient institution that has as many foibles as the people that it serves and dis-serves.  Courtroom proceedings are tedious, frequently interrupted, and subject to all sorts of delays – it isn’t an ideal system, by any means, but it’s all that we have.  Any practicing lawyer will attest to the ultra-realistic quality of Court.  


Legal professionals must be detached.  They must realize that the case isn’t about them personally.  They appear as “officers of the Court” with specific functions that must be professionally discharged for the system to function.  This is illustrated in Court in two respects.  First, we see the lawyers and judge putting aside the case when they are off-duty.  Furthermore, there is a remote and detached quality about legal arguments that are advanced – both lawyers zealously argue their respective client’s positions but don’t seem dogmatically convinced as to the rectitude of their points.  There are no courtroom outbursts and the attorney’s behave in a civil manner.  When the bickering gets a little too intense, Judge Sudavarte puts a stop to it.  Although both Mrs. Nutan and Mr. Vora seem convinced of the justice of their position, they remain professionally remote from the controversy.  The detachment shown by the legal professionals is mirrored in film’s style and technique.  Tamhane eschews close-ups and shoots the film documentary-style in long takes.  Often, as in the last courtroom scene, he puts his camera in the back of the room so that it has the vantage of a spectator.  Court is stylistically detached, objective, and, even, cooly remote from the subject that it presents.  As the film’s title suggests, the movie isn’t focused on a dramatic outcome that resolves points in contention in the plot (or purports to solve social issues).  To the contrary, the film is about legal procedure, about how the court operates on day-to-day basis – this represents a fine instinct with respect to law and jurisprudence: law is mostly procedure – outcomes are the result of the application of rational legal procedures to  human problems.  If the procedures are properly followed, lawyers have a kind of “institutional faith” – that is, procedural rules guarantee, in some respect, the justice of the outcome.  It doesn’t really matter if Mr. Kamble is found guilty or acquitted; what matters is that he is accorded a fair hearing and a reasonable opportunity to defend himself.  Critics argue that Court is a scathing critique of Indian justice.  I don’t think this is even remotely correct.  Any practicing lawyer will recognize courts familiar to her or him in the movie.  Lawyers tell clients that courts don’t deliver justice, whatever that might be – all they can offer is the law, a set of principles that has always been recognized to be a different thing from justice.  


Furthermore, the outcome of any specific case is merely a transient ripple on the great river of statutes, rules, and decisions that comprise the law.  Although litigants are concerned with outcomes, lawyers and judges recognize that a verdict is simply a passing phenomena, a surface feature that is intrinsically ephemeral and unimportant in the context of the procedures and institutions that have engendered it.  Indeed, all verdicts are intrinsically ambiguous and uncertain.  In Anatomy of a Murder, the trial doesn’t convince anyone that the metaphysical truth about the homicide has been established – probably, we will never know with any certainty what actually happened.  Karl May claimed to have traveled to the farthest reaches of the world to research his best-selling novels.  But, in fact, he never left his native Silesia in Germany.  May sues a man who has accused the author of fraud and spends the last decades of his life entangled in intricate and destructive litigation about something that doesn’t matter in the slightest.  Vindicated at last, the dying May is confronted by an admirer who praises him as Germany’s greatest writer – the fan is Adolf Hitler.  In Court, we will never know Mr. Kamble’s fate.  And, perhaps, it doesn’t matter.  If acquitted, Mr. Kamble will simply offend again and be charged with more crimes.  The names change and actors replace one another, but the roles that they play remain the same.  



Annotations


Head wobble or waggle or nod – Indians bob their heads to signify “yes”, “no” or “maybe”.  Curiously, they do this without being aware of the gesture.  (There are funny videos of Indians being asked about the head wobble and not seeming to know that they are responding with that motion even when denying that they do this.)  The farther south one travels in India, the more head waggling occurs.  (North Indians are less likely to gesture in this way.)  In Court, Mrs. Pawer, the sewer worker’s widow, answers half the questions put to her under oath with a head waggle – this waggle has to be interpreted for the Court Reporter.  In some instances in this scene, it seems to me that the waggle, described as making an “infinity sign” with your head, is interpreted incorrectly.  (The finest head waggle in the film is Judge Sudavarte’s contemptuous gesture when he suggests that Mr. Voray has the right to file an appeal with the High Court as to his ruling that Kamble must remain in jail without right to bail over the summer hiatus: “the High Court is always in session,” Judge Sudavarte says.)


Wadgaon Massacre – Mr. Kamble appears at a rally to protest the Wadgaon Massacre.  It’s not clear if this is real event or invented for the film.  Vadgaon Sheri is a suburb of Puna, a large Marathi-speaking city that is southeast of Mumbai (and connected to that place by a six-lane highway).  Puna was the site of a 2010 bombing in a bakery that killed 18 people and was attributed to a little-known Islamic terrorist group.  (The U.S. killed the leader of the group in Afghanistan in a drone-strike.)  


Jogeschwari – this is a precinct (or ward) of Mumbai, located in the northwest part of the peninsula. 


Abetment of Suicide – the statute under which Mr. Kamble is prosecuted is not unique to India.  Minnesota, Oklahoma, California, and South Dakota have similar laws.  Minn. Stat. 609.215 makes it a crime punishable by 15 years in prison (and up to $30,000 fine) to aid, encourage, or abet suicide.  (If the suicide is merely attempted, the charge is punishable by 7 years in prison and a fine up to $14,000.)  The Minnesota Supreme Court held this statute unconstitutional as a violation of free speech in the decision State v. Melchert-Dinkel 844 NW 2d 13 (2014).  The case arose from the successful prosecution of a young man who posed on the internet as a suicidal female nurse.  The young man fished for people who were suicidal and, then, encouraged them to hang themselves.  He asked if he could watch the hangings, again in the guise of the suicidal nurse.  The Supreme Court ultimately overturned the conviction on the basis that the statute was unconstitutionally broad and infringed on free speech – it should not be a crime to advocate suicide in general terms, the Court reasoned, and, therefore, Minn. Stat. 609.215 was invalid.


Five-hundred ruppees – Judge Sudavarte fines a group of people 500 ruppees each – in 2014, this was the equivalent of about $80 US dollars. Later in the film, the Judge sets Mr. Kamble’s bail at 100,000 ruppees (due in part to the fact that he has earlier “jumped” bail).  This is a sum equivalent to $1600 – that is, the average sum that a worker in Mumbai makes in one year.


Kalyan Bomb Case – in 1991, a bomb was planted at a Metro station in Punjab.  The bomb exploded killing 12 people and injuring 65.  The bomb was detonated by Sikh militant terrorists.


Andheri East – a neighborhood in Mumbai that is home to the entertainment and corporate businesses.


Dramatic Performances Act – an 1876 law promoted by the British colonial governor of India, Lord Northbrook.  A Bengali-language play, Nil Darpan, was the incentive for the law.  This play, produced in a private home owned by affluent Indians in Calcutta, attacked oppressive practices by British indigo planters.  The play is said to have “demonized” the white skinned plantation owners, calling them “pigs.”  When the play went on the road, traveling to Lucknow, Northbrook agitated for the passage of this law, authorizing fines and imprisonment up to three months for producing or performing in plays that were deemed “obscene or offensive.” It is interesting that the “National Theater Company” involved in the prosecution of the Bengali play was influential on the Irish republican movement.  Dublin’s National Theater (Abbey Theater) was devised on the patriotic model of the Indian theater group.  When Indian gained its independence in August 1947, the Act was deemed too useful to be repealed and, so, it was adopted by most Indian States (and remains the law of Pakistan), notwithstanding wide-spread free-speech criticism of the statute.


Sessions Court – under Article 9 of the Indian Criminal Code, a District Court is called a “Session Court” when considering criminal cases.  In Mumbai, Sessions Courts are exclusively criminal and try only criminal complaints.  (They also have jurisdiction over “Magistrate Court decisions”, apparently police courts convened to try to misdemeanor charges.)  The film’s exteriors are shot at Court no. 17, a Session Court in Mumbai that was the scene of a violent crime itself a few years ago when a criminal defendant attacked court personnel.  The Sessions Court has original jurisdiction over criminal charges up to and including murder cases.  Trial by jury was abolished in Indian in a series of discrete and sub rosa enactments between 1960 and 1973 when the last vestiges of the procedure were eliminated from the Criminal Code.  The English implanted jury trial in India but quickly found that this method of adjudication was unsuited to the subcontinent.  First, caste-leaders control opinion in India and these influential men advised jurors as to how they should rule.  Second, India is fantastically diverse and multi-cultural with various castes, language groups, and religious sects intensely suspicious of one another.  Indian jury trials often led to ethnic and religious rioting and, so, gradually the institution was abolished in favor of Bench (or Judge) trials as shown in the film. 


M. Com – “M. Com.” is a Master of Commerce degree offered by Indian colleges and universities.  M. Com focuses on micro- and macro-economics, accounting, business administration and allied fields.  Mr. Subodh Kushte, Vinay Vora’s paralegal (who is possible a member of a “scheduled caste”) is studying for his M. Com. Degree.


Tilak– a mark on a Hindu’s forehead applied by stamp and usually a paste compound of turmeric, ash, soot, in some cases cow dung, or mud.  The mark signifies piety and is said to be “cooling” so as to enhance concentration and meditation.  On a woman’s head, the mark is called a bindi, the holy dot that signifies a Hindu married woman.


National Youth Party and Dalit Progressive Movement – these are parties to which Mr. Kamble admits belonging.  The National Youth Party is a liberal party with the slogan “Young Indian, Indian Youth”.  It opposes “caste-ism” and regionalism.  Most of its objectives seem mainstream.  The Dalit Progressive Movement seems to refer to Dalit Sangharsh Samidi (DSS), a political movement founded in 1974 that addresses civil rights issues and “caste-ism”.  There are several images of the poet Siddaligaiah, a Dalit activist who died of Covid this year in the film – he was a prominent figure in the Dalit Civil Rights Movement.


Swaraj Mill Workers Ass’n – Swaraj means “self-rule” or “self-governance” and it was Gandhi’s slogan.  This group seems to be a trade-union association, possibly involving workers in the steel industry.  


MFS – Mr. Kamble is said to have been VP of the MFS in 1977 – it’s not clear that this party still exists.  The “M” stands for Maharashtra or the State/Province where Mumbai is located.  The “F” probably stands for “Front” or “Forward” signifying a leftist bent.  “S” probably means “Sena” or “Samiti” – that is, “Party.”


Kite Festival – when Mrs. Nutan picks up her son at day-care, he says he has been assigned an essay in English on the Kite Festival.  This is an annual festival, primarily in Gujarat-speaking areas, in which the triumph of the goddess Sankranti over evil and the demon Rahaska is celebrated by flying kites – the festival occurs when the sun enters the sign of the Goat or on January 14.


New Year Festival – Mrs. Nutan’s son is also supposed to write an account of the “New Year Festival” in Marathi.  The New Year festival is a Spring celebration in Mahasrashtrian cities and towns (that is, in the province of Maharashtra where Mumbai is located.  The festival is called Gudhi Padava and involves decorating houses with floral garlands and spring-cleaning.  Since it is largely celebrated in Marathi-speaking households, it makes sense that the essay would be written in that language.


Hanuman Temple – Hanuman is the wisest, strongest, and swiftest of all apes, a follower of the God Rama, and an important figure in the Ramayana.  Hanuman is immortal, heals diseases, and defeats demons, a highly auspicious figure.  He is worshiped in temples throughout India – indeed, there are many temples devoted to Hanuman in Indian expatriate communities in the United States.  One of Mrs. Nutan’s barrister friends mentions a donation to the local Hanuman temple while the lawyers are eating lunch.


Discrimination and violence against Northern Indians – Mrs. Nutan and her family attend a farce in which northern Indians are mocked and attacked.  Northern Indians (Uttar Bhartiyas) are economic immigrants from the impoverished provinces of Uttar Pradesh and Bihar.  These areas have rampant unemployment – the average wage for workers in Bihar is $525 a year as opposed to $1425 yearly in Maharashta (the province where Mumbai is located).  In the wake of catastrophic Ganges flooding in Bihar and Uttar Pradesh, hundreds of thousands of immigrants moved to Mumbai to seek better wages.  This led to tensions between the local Marathi- and Gujarati speaking people and the northern immigrants.  The economic refugees were derided for not speaking local languages competently as shown in the play.  Right-wing Nationalist politicians exploited the situation and, even, founded a political party based on animus against Uttar Bharitiyas, the Maharashtra Navnema Sena (MNS).  The MNS mobilized for street fighting and attacked slums where the immigrants were housed, killing a number of people by battering them to death with iron rods. (A young man was killed for not pronouncing words in Kannada, another language spoken in Mumbai, correctly.)  As a result of this MNS sponsored violence, many immigrants fled back to their homes in provinces north of Maharashtra.  In the farce, which looks a bit like a British popular comedy (for instance, plays by Ray Cooney), the hero says: “This Marathi man will show who is boss in this city.”  Most of this fighting took place between October 2008 and January 2009 – the film is set in 2012.


Banned Books – Kamble has two banned books in his possession, The Lotus and the Root and Goymari Maris.  The first is an account of travels in India and Japan by the Hungarian expatriate Arthur Koestler (1905 - 1979) published in 1961.  The book discusses Hinduism and Zen Buddhism, asserting that neither have anything to teach the West.  The Lotus and the Root is banned in India because of its negative portrayal of Gandhi.  The other book is something identified as Goymari Maris.  (Spelling in the subtitles is idiosyncratic and has made this research very difficult.)  The Goymari are, in fact, the Gomari (or, sometimes, “Gowari”) people, a tribal group living in Maharastra and adjacent provinces.  These people speak Marathi and regarded as a “Scheduled Backward Caste” (SBC) with a “2% reservation” – that is, entitled to 2% representation in India’s fantastically complex system equivalent to Affirmative action.  The Gomari have grievances against the Indian government dating back decades but, most prominently, arising from the Nagpur stampede in 1991.  At that time, Gomari were protesting government discrimination at Nagpur when the police initiated a “baton charge” against the demonstrators.  A stampede ensued in which 114 people were killed.  A government inquiry didn’t ascribe any fault to the police or authorities for the stampede.  The Gomari are folk-Hindu who worship deified ancestors; they make their living herding cattle but believe it is sacrilege to drink milk.  They are landless and herd cattle for higher caste landowners.  There are probably about 350,000 of them today.  They are sometimes called Gond-Gowaris – although the Indian Supreme Court rejected this as a legitimate category.  (Study of lists of books banned in India include a challenge to The Moor’s Last Sigh, rejected as unconstitutional by the Indian Supreme Court, but nothing about the Gomari or Gowari tribe.)


Chetana – this is the restaurant where Mr. Vora eats with his family (and there is bickering about Mrs. Vora having cell-phone confiscated by customs) before the Gomari thugs “blacken his face.”  Chetana is a well-known and highly regarded restaurant serving vegetarian fare.  It is called a Thali place.  Thali is Hindi for “plates” – that is, the cuisine is served in small helpings as at a Tapas bar.  If you want to eat there, Chetana is at 34 K Dabash Marq in Mumbai in the upscale Lion’s Gate neighborhood.  The place has a coffee shop favored by artists and intellectuals complete with chessboards and the firm also publishes books.  “Chetana” is a Hindi word meaning “high intelligence” or “perceptive gifts.”  


Face-blackening – Mr. Vora has his “face blackened” by Gomari activists.  This means that a mixture of ink mixed with oil was poured over his head and shoulders.  “Face blackening” has a long history in India with examples recorded as long ago as 1844.  The act is a bit akin to tarring and feathering.  In 1991, a lawyer in Mumbai who made derogatory and misogynistic remarks about a rape victim had his face blackened by feminist activists.  Shiv Sena, the right wing party formerly lead by Bal Thackeray, was responsible for a series of “face blackenings” in Mumbai as recently as February 2021.  Characteristically, the film show Mr. Vora sobbing after being humiliated in this way, but, then, enjoying an afternoon in an expensive spa treating his face with perfumed mist.  


Mumbai slums – the wife of dead sewer worker, Mrs. Pawer, returns to the City to the slum where other family members reside.  This is located in Sitladev Nagar (or sometimes spelled Shitladev Nagar) – “nagar” is Hindi for “town” or “neighborhood”.  It is estimated that 52% of Mumbai residents live in slums.  (Indians find the term “slum” offensive – to most Indians a “slum” denotes laziness and high unemployment.  In fact, Indian “slums” are hives of productive economic activity – everyone works although poverty is endemic.)  Slums in Mumbai fall into two categories: “noticed” and “non-noticed.”  A “noticed” neighborhood has sewers and some water taps provided by the municipality.  A “non-noticed” slum has no amenities of this kind.  The largest slum in Asia is Dharavi, an impoverished area housing more than one million people located around the Mihem River (which is really just a toxic open sewer).  In parts of Dharavi, there is only one working toilet per 1500 people.  Population density is 453 people per acre.  In the film, notice that Mrs. Pawer is unwilling to accept money when Mr. Vora offers to pay her – something that seems questionable by the way although, probably, Vora is suggesting that he will obtain some kind of witness hardship subsidy for her through the court system.  She wants to be given work of some kind.


Hydrogen sulfide – Sewer worker, Vasudev Pawer, was killed by hydrogen sulfide.  Hydrogen sulfide is a toxic, corrosive, and flammable gas created by anaerobic decomposition of organic material.  It smells like rotten eggs and is very deadly.  At 100 to 150 parts per million, the gas paralyzes the olfactory nerve so that the toxin can’t be smelled.  Continued exposure at 50 to 100 ppm is ruinous to the eyes.  (It is probable that the sewer worker lost his eye due to hydrogen sulfide exposure).  At 500 ppm, the gas causes irreversible coma as a nerve agent and inevitable death.  


Shiknapur – this is Mrs. Pawer’s home village.  It is located in rural Maharashtra province.  The town is a so-called panchayet (or “self-governing” village), located near Puna.  About 20,000 people live in the town.


Chhatrapeti RR Terminal – in the scene in which Judge Sudavarte and his extended family embark for the Arnala Beach Resort, this famous Victorian monument is visible in the background.  It has been said that Mumbai contains some of the most spectacular monuments of Victorian architecture, buildings left by the British.


Lord Ganesha – the elephant-headed Hindu deity (son of Shiva and Parvati) is one of the most beloved and auspicious gods. He is invoked when beginning a new enterprise – for instance, starting a business or embarking on a trip.  It is in the latter role that he is named in Court – the holiday-goers exuberantly invoke his protection as they embark on the trip to the resort.


Arnala Beach Resort – this is real place located on the sea about 40 miles north of Mumbai at Virar Taluka.  You can book a weekend stay there.  The resort has a three-star hotel operated by Martins Inns (said to be a US company), a modest water-park with the bright yellow slide visible in the movie.  There is also a waterfall and a “Rain Dance” – this is a pathway under a sort of serpentine shower apparatus in which you can walk under falling water.  The place occupies two acres and has a restaurant (not too highly regarded by reviews on Trip Advisor) and a snack bar that serves Mumbai street food, south Indian snacks, and Chinese food.  Reviewers complain that the rooms need better mosquito nets and that, when you check in, you are likely to find a lizard in your room.  The interesting fact is that this is not an upscale or luxury resort – Judge Sudavarte’s vacation is more like a trip to the Wisconsin Dells than a stay at the Four Seasons.  (This is evident from the rather ramshackle bus that the family rides to the resort.)  In other words, we shouldn’t read Judge Sudavarte’s trip to the Arnala Beach Resort as a vacation at a luxury or elite property.  To the contrary, the place is distinctly middle-class.


IIM Ahmedabad and IIM Bangalore – these are prestigious business schools in India.  IIM stands for Indian Institute of Management – both schools offer two year MBA programs.  IIM Ahmedabad, the first school instituted of this kind (1972) is generally ranked as the best business school in India.


Hessonite – Judge Sudavarte suggests that his autistic grandson wear a ring with a Hessonite gem stone.  Hessonite is a grossular gemstone, primarily composed of calcite crystal and called “cinnamon stone” because of its rich reddish color.  It is often mistaken for the more rare and costly zircon.  These stones are found in placer deposits in Sri Lanka and south India as well as in Brazil and sites in California.  Consistent with the Judge’s middle class status, Hessonite is a pretty, but inexpensive gemstone.


Numerology in India – Judge Sudavarte suggests that his son consult a numerologist and, possibly, change the name of his grandson who seems to be autistic.  Indian numerology is very ancient, with its earliest texts dating to the Vedic epoch (1500 to 500 BC).  The concept is that numbers create vibrations that affect human beings.  Each person has a numerological identity based on his or her birthday.  For instance, someone born on June 4 might have a number identity of 10 (sixth month + 4th day).  Each letter of the alphabet has a numerical correlate.  A numerologist compares a person’s birth number with the numbers comprising his or her name.  An auspicious name harmonizes a person’s birth number with name number.