My Mumbai Mirror column:
Films about animals at this year's edition of the Dharamshala International Film Festival had powerful things to say about the state of our humanity
Films about animals at this year's edition of the Dharamshala International Film Festival had powerful things to say about the state of our humanity
The monkey as metaphor: a still from Prateek Vats's film Eeb Allay Ooo |
You
can never watch all the films at a film festival. What you can do is to
make your choices, whether based on frontbencher commitment (read
high-intensity googling of film titles) or a more backbencher attitude
(what the lady in the loo queue seems excited about) and hope that the
darkness of the auditorium will end up illuminating something you
haven't quite seen before.
One
of the things this year's DIFF threw into focus for me was age and
ageing. There's no single model of the good life, but observing old
people throws up possibilities to aspire to – or guard against. Archana Phadke's stunning documentary portrait of her grandparents and her parents, About Love,
is as brutal as it is affectionate, letting us see these long-term
relationships as the simultaneous safety nets and shackles they are. The
bent, ancient fisherman of Kazuhiro Soda's Inland Sea smiles wryly about how the years can sneak up on you: “I thought I was still 50 or 60, turned out I had turned 90.”
The other theme that seemed to me to emerge serendipitously from DIFF 2019 was animals. Zooming in on the non-human seemed, in film after film, to be a way of opening up the human condition. Sometimes the association felt subtle, like the gleaming night hauls of fish in Inland Sea that the old man disentangles from his net and tosses into the boat's watery hold, so they might live a little longer. The persistent slippery toughness of their bodies, leaping for life even at death's door, struck me as akin to their captor.
Elsewhere, the weight of the beastly allegory seemed too much for the narrative to bear. The acclaimed Malayali director Lijo Jose Pelissery was at DIFF with his latest, Jallikattu, in which a buffalo due for slaughter runs amok, destroying plantations and shops in its wake. As the village men set off in pursuit, armed with nothing but ropes and their egos, it becomes clear that the film is only ostensibly about the buffalo.
Pelissery's last two films, Angamaly Diaries and Ee Ma Yau, demonstrated a talent for richly orchestrated set pieces, but Jallikattu feels
more like a runaway display of that ability than a controlled
experiment. For most of the film's running time, we watch men with
flaming torches tramp through acres of hilly woodland and splash through
streams, yelling, leaping, tearing at each other, with increasingly
less rational cause. The buffalo seems almost forgotten as long-held
internecine rivalries bubble up. The energy of the crowd is both
majoritarian and masculine – “We will take it! There are more of us!”
The thrill of the hunt, the performative frenzy of competition, the
adrenaline and the testosterone – these, Jallikattu drills into us, are what drive humanity at its basest. And somehow, humanity at its most primitive is signified by animality.
“Even now, with us here, this place belongs to animals,” says a goggle-eyed old man in Jallikattu. The sentiment is echoed at one point in Prateek Vats's stellar feature debut, Eeb Allay Ooo!, when Mahinder the monkey repeller of seven generations declares to the befuddled new recruit Anjani (Shardul Bhardwaj) that he has been asked to help train: “This is the neighbourhood of Raisina, traditionally ruled by monkeys.”
But neither Pellisery nor Vats seem actually interested in our relationship with the animal world. What Vats's film
does brilliantly is to use the monkey as metaphor, creating a
multifarious web of associations that traverse the distance between
animal and god – but elude the human. The bonnet macaque monkeys of
Lutyens' Delhi, as elsewhere in India, have exploded as a population
partly because they are worshipped and fed as a form of Hanuman – and as
a bit of video footage in the films repeats, “The gods become pests.”
Combining real locations and non-actors with a sharp script and a core
of trained actors, Eeb Allay Ooo! follows
the travails of a Bihari migrant who is hired to shoo away monkeys from
the national capital's most grandly symbolic architectural corridor.
There are several interwoven strands that combine to make this such a
scathing indictment of the state of the nation: the humour of a young man's masculinity seemingly pitted against monkeys, the deeply unfair conditions of contractual labour,
the absurdity of bureaucratic rules that defeat all of Anjani's
innovations on the job. Meanwhile, the performative masculinity of the
state at both the lowest level: Anjani's security guard brother-in-law
being forced to wield a rifle that he can barely carry – and the
highest: the Republic Day parade – emerge as equally farcical.
It
is only when the man pretends to be an animal – in a man-sized monkey
costume, in blackface imitation of the lion-tailed macaques of
Karnataka's R-Day tableau – that he manages to scatter the monkeys. We
watch him wander through the streets, a modern-day Hanuman in his own sad Ramleela.
His success is because the monkeys cannot tell the difference between a real langur and a fake one. Mahinder's real death at a mob's hands goes unmourned.
Meanwhile, towards the film's end, the real rifle ends up in a costume
tailor's shop, its value as limited to the performative as the fake
costume. When, in the last scene, the jobless Anjani joins the parade of
Hanuman impersonators, we know acche din has made monkeys of us all.
Published in Mumbai Mirror, 17 Nov 2019.