Rating :***
Father to the nation, but not to his own son!
Great theme. Huge historic resonance as the father and son happen
to be Mahatma Gandhi and his lesser-known son Harilal.
What interesting possibilities of drama open up before our eyes
as we think of the father and son locked in a mutual admonition
society against the backdrop of a demanding, politically anguished
nation.
"Gandhi My Father" fails to convey the jumbo-sized canvas
of the fight that the Father Of The Nation fought within and outside
his home. One reason for this inadequacy is the director Feroz Abbas
Khan's own creative battle.
Simply put, you can take the play out of the playwright. But you
can't make him put the staginess of the drama behind him when he
takes the intimate drama to the screen.
We've seen this happen earlier with stage directors who turn to
the large screen. Bob Fosse brought the Broadway musical to Hollywood.
But in his films element of choreographed creativity remained predominant.
For Khan the sword of staginess hangs on his film debut in glistening
glory, imbuing the on-screen story with an intimacy that brings
the characters too close to the audience for comfort.
Though there isn't enough 'cinema' in this stage adaptation, the
sincerity and integrity of the entire crew bolsters the production
and carries it smoothly to the finishing line.
David MacDonald's cinematography, Nitin Desai's production design,
Sreekar Prasad's editing and Sujata Sharma's costumes are designed
to take the product beyond the boundary of a specific excellence.
They deliver. What brings the drama and the dormant energy within
the characters to a boiling point without brimming over are the
performances.
Darshan Jariwala is poignant and body-perfect in bringing the Mahatma
to life. How does he compare with other celluloid Gandhis? That's
as silly as asking how David Attenborough's "Gandhi" compares
with Kamal Haasan's "Hey Ram".
"Gandhi My Father" moves at its mellowed-down volition,
often at the expense of the drama. The father-son conflict could
and perhaps should have been far more intense and dramatic.
The controlled drama is perfectly modulated by Akshaye Khanna who
as Harilal is the portrait of filial angst, more sinned against
than sinning, more stranger to his father than a son, more wanting
to be loved than loved.
Akshaye gets rid of some of his dramatic props (clenched jaw, etc)
to sink into character. As for Shefali Shah as Kasturba, she makes
the wispy sepia-toned world of home and politics come together in
a sweep of maternal affection.
Her warm and sensitive performance furnishes this rather dry film
with the milk of human kindness.
The quality of human kindness remains largely untapped in the narration.
What "Gandhi My Father" needed was a tight 'jadoo ki jhappi'
(as that wacky Gandhian Munnabhai calls it).
"Gandhi My Father" holds back the tears and fears of
a son who wants to be hugged by his father who's busy embracing
the nation. The restrain is remarkable for going against the requirements
of the story.
But it isn't a merit in a movie that needed all its emotional components
to move in the same direction as its underlining inter-relationships
