Why talk
of a film made 60 years ago that was a super-flop?
Because
it would be trite to measure a world classic in terms of the revenue earned.
Kaagaz
Ke Phool (Paper Flowers) was released in August 1959. With all its flaws — and
they were many — it remains one of the most admired and discussed in Indian
cinema.
In
2002, Sight and Sound, the venerable magazine of the British Film Institute,
ranked Kaagaz… 160th among the greatest films ever made. Some others have
ranked it higher. In Bollywood, it turns up on all lists as one of the best
Hindi films of all time, among the top 10 if not the top five.
It was
removed after a week or two after its release in the few theatres it was shown.
Impatient viewers, the story goes, pelted the screen with stones in New Delhi’s
(now closed down) Regal theatre.
Yet,
it is talked about with the same enthusiasm as Mughal-e-Azam, made a year later,
the magnificent 16th century love story of Akbar the Great, his rebellious son
Salim and the latter’s love Anarkali, a court retainer.
As a
student, I repeated seeing ‘Kaagaz…’ within 24 hours, spending meagre pocket
money. I remember selling some old books and magazines to pay for a third
viewing.
Regarded
by many as India’s equivalent of Sunset Boulevard, Kaagaz… became a commercial
hit, not when released, not at home, but at its 1984 re-release in Germany,
France and Japan.
By
that time Guru Dutt, the protagonist and others who had put life into the
movie, had passed away. Waheeda Rehman, whom Dutt turns into a star but courts
controversy, is the only key player alive.
Dutt
acted, produced, wrote the story and directed it. It is a long flashback about
a famous film director, Suresh Sinha. He meets Shanti, played by Waheeda, on a
rainy night. By a stroke of creative inspiration, he makes her the heroine in
his next film. Shanti becomes a star.
Their
proximity causes gossip. Scandalised at school, Suresh’s daughter confronts
Shanti. Heartbroken, she abandons her career.
His
personal life is a mess since he married above his station. His wife and her
aristocratic family of British India’s civil service are contemptuous of his
profession.
Suresh
turns to alcohol, loses everything. “Self-respect is the only thing I am left
with,” he tells Shanti who entreats him to return to film-making. Suresh returns
to the grand studio, only to sit on the Director’s chair and die.
I
think the film was ahead of its time. Its theme was too radical for the Indian audiences
of the 1950s, used to simpler plots and storylines. The underlying tones of the
film were complex.
A wife
being the villain seemed unacceptable when ‘Kaagaz…’ was widely viewed as
autobiographical. Reel life and real life got mixed up in public mind. Dutt’s
real-life wife Geeta, a renowned singer and a picture of grace and beauty,
received much unsought-for sympathy.
It
was a technological landmark, the first to be shot in 70mm CinemaScope. But
that was also its undoing. India then had less than 10 theatres with wide
screen. With such constraints, commercial failure was foregone. Yet, it was
critically acclaimed and won several awards.
In
that era of black-and-white posters, it had the two lead actors together, with
a rose in red.
Ironically,
51 years after filming Kaagaz… in 2010, the long-forgotten Murthy, at 86, was honoured
with the Dadasaheb Phalke Award. This was after film analyst Gautam Kaul
projected him as a freedom fighter who had gone to jail before joining films. Murthy
remains the only ‘technical’ man to win a Phalke.
His black-and-white
photography wove Kaifi Azmi’s lyrics into sheer poetry. S D Burman’s music,
capturing the pathos, was sublime.
Many
I know came out of the theatre crying. Six decades on, the impact on one’s
sensitivities is the same. Songs “Bichhde
sabhi baari baari” and “Waqt ne diya”
are timeless.
In
the post-War II era of Indian cinema, when stars called the shots, Guru Dutt,
like Raj Kapoor, was an actor-director. Ironically, both Kapoor and Dutt, when
they made autobiographicals, failed to woo audiences. Kapoor’s Mera Naam Joker
and Dutt’s Kaagaz… were super-flops initially. Yet, they remain among the most
debated films.
Although
Hollywood’s impact was huge, Kaagaz… remains essentially Indian. It was unique in
an era when, to the world outside, Indian cinema was more about mythology, of
endless songs and dances and about social issues for which the West had neither
knowledge, nor patience to comprehend.
His
transparent concern about his creativity and his total honesty in narrating his
personal traumas make his films unique.
Alas,
Dutt’s master-touch was missing in its screenplay. Kaagaz… dragged. Late film
historian Firoze Rangoonwalla records: “It was shot very lovingly. But the
subject and its treatment made it a dismal failure.”
Dutt
was so shattered at the failure of his opus that he lost the appetite for
experimentation.
His
next film, Chaudahavin Ka Chand, was a love triangle in the north Indian Muslim
milieu, though alluring, was ‘safe’.
Distributors
who had lost money on ‘Kaagaz…” refused to release the new film unless Dutt
made advance payments. This hurt him.
A story
goes that when he was haggling with them, a telegram arrived from Los Angeles.
A copy of ‘Kaagaz’ had been taken to Hollywood by Dutt’s cinematographer V.K.
Murthy, who had earlier worked there and earned credits for, among other films,
Karl Foreman’s The Guns of Navarone.
Murthy
showed Kaagaz… to a select audience that included the legendary Cecil B.
DeMille, maker of The Ten Commandments.
On
receiving DeMille’s congratulatory telegram, Dutt, defying his financiers, sold
the film to a new set of distributors. It was a super-hit that made Dutt
solvent again. But he could not salvage Kaagaz.
Abrar
Alvi, who scripted both films, called Dutt “the Hamlet of Indian Cinema, a
restless man but genuine and sincere to the core”.
Dutt
made outstanding films. But after Kaagaz, he did not take chances with
technology and themes and did not take the directorial credit.
He
died young, at 39, his many dreams unfulfilled, leaving behind the image of a
tormented soul, on and off the screen.
Kaagaz…
may not move the average present-day audiences used to fast-paced cinema with
loud music. But it would strike a chord among the discerning of all ages,
particularly the university-going young. It’s a cult film.
Dutt
remains an inspiration for many contemporary filmmakers who combine creativity
with commercialism and meet the demands of a busy, impatient and demanding
audience exposed to world cinema that flocks to the multiplex theatres.
They do make good films today. But minus Dutt’s passion and sensitivities, whether they can make another ‘Kaagaz…’ is doubtful.
The writer can be reached at mahendraved07@gmail.com