Mani-bhai

The thing about shit is that even the most sweet smelling shit, the most tastefully decorated shit, shit with caramel topping and a cherry on top is still, ultimately shit. Turd. Useless. Maniratnam's Guru is that; visually stunning and aesthetically pleasing shit.

Most of the reviews that I read were about how, even if it wasn't spectacular, the movie was worth a watch. I beg to differ. It is without any doubt Maniratnam's worst movie. The movie wasn't too bad if someone was making his/her debut feature. It was very ordinary for an experienced 'auteur' and if you consider that it was by (allegedly) the best director in the country, you begin to wonder if there is any hope for Indian cinema.

To be fair to Mani, I don't think he fared badly as a director. He wasn't at his best but could easily be forgiven. His inexcusable failure is that of the scriptwriter (which incidentally wasn't credited to him or to anyone. Yup! That sounds right. It did look like a movie without a scriptwriter). Either you have lost it sir or you tried to accommodate the script for the 'ever-so-mysterious' North Indian audience. There was no cogency, the songs were a joke and the script was incomplete and ideologically flawed.

Sir, if I may, can I make a humble request. Please, please stop trying to make movies in Hindi. (Is it your lack of understanding of the language or the people that works against you?) If you don't want to make a movie in Tamil, make one in French or Spanish. Or Elven for all I care. But not Hindi. They don't like you and you trying to bend yourself backwards to please them is not going to help. Like a Harry Potter novel, Mani sold out (but in a totally different sense). He pimped himself to make money. Mani fans, don't start lynching me. I don't hate him. I love him dearly and that is why I can't accept such substandard stuff from him.

Mani, either intentionally or inadvertently mirrors himself in Guru's character; the manipulative bastard. I can read the movie as a metaphor to his own cinema. Mani is of course the protagonist Guru; the one who gets greedy enough to sell his soul. We, his faithful fans, who first saw in him the spark of genius and the burning desire to make better cinema, are represented by Mithunda's Nanaji. We love him and we can't see him flounder and remain unmoved. Aishwarya Rai is the visual aesthetics that he brought to Indian cinema (unchanging in its beauty). Meenakshi is the hope of the Tamil filmgoer for world-class cinema. It was born with multiple-sclerosis and died with this movie. Maddy's Saxena represents the independent media (myself included) who are willing to be not overwhelmed by the halo around Mani-bhai's head and to write fearlessly to right a wrong.

Read another way, Guru, like Mani's earlier works, Roja (1992), Bombay(1995) reflects the current mindset of the majority; in this case our nation's euphoria and the India poised campaign (see previous post). Success is made out to be so important, that we, as a society have been granted license to take shortcuts to make money. With a justification that is as elegant as George Bush's speeches. A whatever-it-takes approach for the purported 'greater good' is rationalized as being 'not wrong'. That's what great people do and that is what greatness is. Whoever says so otherwise is saying that only because they are jealous.

BTW, the whole monologue at the end of the movie, in the courthouse was so ribticklingly hilarious and illogical that I expected one of the judges or at least someone in the press gallery to laugh out loud. Keeping in mind Mani's management background, I thought he must have planned it as a parody. And Priya, it is quite evident that the hostile judges are converted by his inspiring speech.

Mani was wondering why people still remembered him as the director who made 'Mouna Raagam' (1986) and 'Nayagan' (1987) and hoped that after Guru he'd be remembered as the director who made Guru. For his sake, I should hope that people forget Guru soon and not relate it with him at all.

What happened to you, sir? I wonder, surely one can't become senile at the age of 50, can one? But on a more hopeful note, the thing about shit is, even the greatest have to get it out once in a while.