Starring: Lalit Behl, Adil Hussain, Geetanjali Kulkarni, NavnindaBehl.
Written & Directed by: Shubhashish Bhutiani
24 is too young to think about death, let alone make a melancholic meditative movie on mortality. Debutant Shubhashish Bhutiani’sMukti Bhawan sweeps us into a world where death is not the end but a release into a realm of imperishable freedom.
Or Moksha, if you will.
Crafted with the care of a jeweller working on a specially intricate piece , the director brings to life the most precious and vital truth about death.As he takes us , along with his two protagonists, on a journey to the holy city of death Varanasi, the film somewhere along its resplendent route to salvation, becomes a treatise on life as defined by the inevitability of death.
Like all the most important directors of the world from Satyajit Ray to Ritesh Batra, Bhutani has a keen eye for detail. The camera of hislouringly lucid lenses peers non-judgmentally into the lives of a cramped middleclass family in the city where stress is a given and every family failing is finally forgiven. Curiously no one in this family is unhappy. Yet one day the father Daya(Lalit Behl) airily announces he wants to travel to Varanasi to….errr….die.
The patriarchal declaration—to be ignored only at the family’s own risk—is made with no peripheral support from conventional cinematic devices. Tajdar Junaid’s wonderful background score and MananMittal’s editing are used so sparingly as to almost seem non-existent. Technique, a fine and invaluable ally in telling a tale as tender , fragile and yet powerful as this,is not used here to aggrandize the characters’ emotions.The feeling grow organically. The moments of Great Cinema creep up on us unannounced.
Perhaps what makes Bhutiani’s film so great is that it doesn’t strive for greatness even in its most sublime moments. The finale whenRajiv carries his father’s body through the narrow lanes of Varanasi while his daughter urges him to discard his grief and embrace the joy of life, is etched in the most crucial lines of life. We cannot miss the celebration of life even in death.
These characters don’t need props to strengthen their emotional case-history. The actors merge into Bhutiani’s narrative without fuss, occupying stifling spaces in Varanasi where people go to die. MuktiBhawan in the title is a lodge where the elders check in to breathe their last. Once Daya and his overworked son Rajiv(Adil Hussain) check into Mukti Bhawan you would expect the narrative to run its course and just wait for the end.
Director Bhutiani and his dialogue writer Assad Hussain keep our interest in the proceedings alive without straining to get our attention. The easygoing languorous fluency of the narrative never loses its purpose of existence. Indeed it wouldn’t be wrong to say that the film in questioning the purpose and the destination of our existence never loses its own purpose or destination.
The actors—if we may call them that—discard their skills to surrender themselves unconditionally to the young director’s vision.Lalil Behl(last seen playing a lowdown scummy patriarch of a crime family in the outstanding debut film Titli) and Adil Hussain ,play with effortless energy against one another as father and son.Adil as an actor never ceases to invoke admiration for just being there without trying to impress.This is what makes his performance so impressive.
Geetanjali Kulkarni(last seen as the lawyer-housewife in that other remarkable film Court by another remarkable debutant ChaitanyaTamhane) subsumes all the tensions of holding up a dodderingmiddleclass family without creating a sense of self-important drama around her personality.
Some of the film’s best moments in the wispy narrative are between grandfather Lalit Behl and grand daughter Palomi Ghosh.In this relationship we see how generations can be crossed without tripping over the looming protocol of lineage .There is an understated warmth even in the most stressful relationships in this film.There is a dignity in the squalid stretches of a death home where cries of pain pierce the night.
The family tensions are never stretched out into the narrative. Rather, the drama of disaffection in the domestic matrix is played with such subtle virility and vitality that we don’t ever feel the existential pressures being applied over the character’s life.
Mukti Bhawan is not the first exceptional film to situate its drama of dissuasion in Varanasi. We saw Neeraj Ghaywan touch heights of unassuming glory in Masaan while cruising the Holy ghats. MuktiBhawan uses Varanasi as both a catalyst and a stress-buster in the overtures of mortality that human nature imposes on life to conquer its fear of death.
Though this film tells us why death need not be feared, I came away from it feeling a profound sense of melancholy . It makes us experience the final futility of life without disrespecting the art of living.
And that’s no small achievement.