"You is a crazy man. Who you be?"
Ever since the early 1990s with their productions of Howard's End and
The Remains of the Day, it's been an
uphill battle for Merchant-Ivory. It's hard to find one of their subsequent
films worth recommending whole-heartedly. Their penultimate effort—The Golden Bowl—despite a pleasing
look, fine music, and a good acting turn from Uma Thurman, lacked a plot that
really made us care about the characters. It also failed to suspend our
disbelief concerning the artificiality of life in the settings depicted. Now,
they offer us The Mystic Masseur, based on the novel by Nobel Prize
winner V.S. Naipaul. This time the directing reins are taken up by Ismail
Merchant, who normally produces while James Ivory directs. Ivory does not
appear to have been involved in the film at all.
The story is set in the Indian community in mid-20th century Trinidad and
concerns an aspiring young writer named Ganesh. After his initial book fails to
sell very well, and seeking a source of money to tide him and his wife Leela
over until his writing becomes more lucrative, he turns to a talent that he
seems to have for curing physical and mental ailments. His abilities in this
regard soon bring him much local fame and he comes to national attention as
well. The government tries to capitalize on his popularity by offering him an
important post, but after he fails to resolve a labour dispute, the government
basically casts him aside.
If the above description prompts the question "and then what?,"
therein lies much of this film's problem. Nothing really happens after that.
The film just deflates slowly to a conclusion with no real resolution of
anything. A framing subplot has Ganesh visiting Oxford where the first person
he healed is now a student, but the only real outcome of that seems to be the
presentation of some pleasant vistas of the university campus and surrounding
town. The result is that the capital built up by the film's first
half—the profile of the Indian community and the introduction of a number
of interesting characters including the father of Ganesh's wife—is
squandered with nothing to show for it in the end. V.S. Naipaul's source novel
had important points to make about the difficulties faced by a close-knit
community like the Indians who were little understood by the Trinidadian black
majority or the British colonial rulers, but the film fails to bring them
out.
Nor is the film ever sure whether it wants to be a comedy or a drama. There
are certainly hints of the former throughout the first half—comedies of
situation and character, although they are low-key in nature. Thereafter, the
film seems increasingly serious until we are not sure how to react to some of
the situations shown.
The only immediately recognizable names in the cast are James Fox, who's
wasted in a minor role, and Om Puri, who really enjoys himself playing
Ramlogan, Ganesh's father-in-law. Aasif Mandvi plays Ganesh convincingly as a
young man, but is less persuasive as the older Ganesh. Ayeshar Dharker is
delightful as Leela.
Columbia has delivered a very pleasing 1.85:1 widescreen transfer. The
source material is in good shape and the resulting image is bright, clean and
colourful. Black levels are deep and shadow detail is very good. Edge effects
are minor. The Dolby Digital surround track is also pleasing. Most of the film
is dialogue intensive and that is delivered clearly. A few surround effects are
evident. The disc lacks any subtitles, which is unusual for Columbia.
Supplements are limited to trailers for Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in
India and Secret Ballot.
Despite a good beginning to this film and a nice-looking transfer, I can't
offer an endorsement of this DVD. The film's second half is too much of a
let-down. Merchant-Ivory aficionados, however, may wish to take a flyer on a
rental in order to judge for themselves.
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