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The other day, we met a male who had seen Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro over a hundred times. And he had incited adult for nonetheless another uncover since he desired a film some-more than anything else he’d seen. Why? Because of a story, a acting, a uninterrupted silly laugh-out-loud sequences. And afterwards he added, it creates us indignant and unhappy and courteous during a same time, and afterwards we giggle again. It is like life itself.
Kundan Shah, a male who gave us Indian cinema’s blackest comedy, whose luminosity stays undivided notwithstanding a datedness, is no more. And he would have been a initial to grin sardonically during a escape of grief today: this is one filmmaker who was forced into near-oblivion during his lifetime since he never did get a possibility to conform an equally noted second inning.
Sure, he did a amiable Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa, one of a few films in that Shah Rukh Khan plays a loser-in-love-Sunil, instead of a winner-takes-it-all-Raj. It was a usually other of his films that was estimable of a time. Almost all else he destined after these two, including Kya Kehna, in that Preity Zinta plays a teary solitary mother, was so radically different, and not in a good way, that it was roughly as if someone else had done them. Instead of sharpness and satire, and irony and cynicism, we got cheesy, sensational melodrama.
Raj was a male of a moment, and Bollywood’s future; Sunil got left behind. So did his maker.
Despite a landmark JBDY, there were no takers for a kind of cinema that Shah wanted to do. He took refuge, like did so many others, in television, and gave us those smashing sitcoms Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi, and Nukkad, that total his hallmark worldly wit and homespun wisdom.
The cordial duration when a National Film Development Corporation upheld and saved a spate of glorious films, JBDY included, valid short-lived. Mainstream cinema mislaid a moorings in a ‘80s, and a FTII-trained filmmakers and other identical disposed idealists who wanted to change a universe were left floundering.
His companions in spirit, Ketan Mehta and Saeed Akhtar Mirza, managed to carve a some-more prolific path, that kept them working, even if a liking that was apparent in their progressing films, Mirch Masala and Bhavni Bhavai, and Albert Pinto Ko Gussa Kyon Aata Hai and Salim Langde Pe Mat Ro, dwindled after a while.
But for Shah, a opening between his dreams and existence kept widening. He never bettered JBDY, that is, if anything, even more, applicable currently than it was in 1983, a year it released.
Getting Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro off a belligerent and into theatres was a miracle. Somehow a stars aligned to emanate a entrance together of a immature and nervous Naseeruddin Shah, (the late) Ravi Baswani, (the late) Om Puri, Pankaj Kapur, Neena Gupta, Satish Shah and Satish Kaushik on a shade to move alive a scrappy screenplay. Behind a scenes too there was a whole array of talent, including Vidhu Vinod Chopra and Sudhir Mishra. They contributed their time for most nothing, grousing during a miss of resources within their borrowed sets, and a debase in a state of a nation.
Starving artistes in garrets are regretful usually from afar, and usually for a brief while: a JBDY expel and organisation pulled off a near-impossible attainment coasting on passion, a cussed won’t-give-up attitude, and a munificence of friends. The film got made, though it was always going to be one of a kind. There would never be another.
Rank commerce and pragmatism won: Kundan Shah lost. So did we.