Snapshots from IFFR 2021: On three Indian shorts ‘Bela’, ‘Lata’ and ‘The Blind Rabbit’

In Prantik Basu’s Bela, the camera is an onlooker often capturing the oddities and the ordinary of the inhabitants of the eponymous village in West Bengal, where the filmmaker comes from. The camera does not turn its gaze away from the subject, from whom we see the life and landscapes around them. At the same time, Basu seems extremely conscious about his subject, enabling a safe distance away from them and ensuring that the camera doesn’t intrude into their space.

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Bela is a beautiful yet sombre dive into the ordinary, as Basu captures a day in the life of Chhau dancers, a traditional folk dance involving strenuous body movements and acrobatics, as it meant to be — from dawn to dusk, as they prep for a local competition with other Chhau performers. The documentary is the cinema equivalent of watching the sunset from your terrace, as a gentle wind blows into your hair and a smile escapes your face — without being noticed.

The hour-long film opens with a group of men (from Manbhum Sramjibi Chhau Dance Group) rehearsing amidst a lamp. These men with their synchronised acrobatic steps come alive as Gods in the midst of the light that can only be described as celestial. While the men go about their work, the women of the house are mostly involved in household activities — this contrast was remarkably captured by PS Vinoth Raj’s Koozhangal, which won the Tiger Award this year. Chhau is mostly reserved for the men, but that is changing now. The camera work (by Basu and Riju Das) is stunning. Watch out for those light navy-coloured skies their lenses captures.

Every activity of the villagers reveal a little more about them and every act is inherently knitted to the narrative. For instance, there is a sequence where we see the women milling flour using a traditional grinding machine. Later in the day, the sequence acts as a callback when the women decorate the house with rangoli paintings on the floor, waiting with hopes for the Chhau dancers to return with the prize money of ₹20,000.

The group that Basu’s film centres on does not win the competition, though they put up a great show in what’s now becoming a dying artform. They return home from the neighbouring village disappointed. “We should stop cribbing and start working harder,” one of them remarks. And life goes on.

When the walls close in

In Alisha Tejpal’s Lata, the protagonist, a 20-something domestic helper navigating through the ordinariness of everyday life in an affluent house in South Mumbai, is mostly placed at the corner of the frame, leaving enough room to ponder over the space that isn’t hers. Even if she is at the centre of the frame-within-frame cinematography, Lata doesn’t truly come alive and the idea seems to show the walls that are closing in on her, to a claustrophobic propotion. It is, perhaps, to demonstrate how small of a part Lata’s is, despite the access given to these individual spaces in the expansive house. We witness Lata as she goes about her daily chores and the mundaneness that come with it.

In the 21-minute short, the outside world only makes a cursory appearance in what is otherwise a concealed space. The first is when Lata gets a call from her boyfriend from her native village, as he invites her for the annual Ganesh Chathurthi celebrations. She hangs up on him, returning to her reality when the lady of the house walks in. Bound by ‘loyalty’, she closes the door of liberation.

The second is when Lata buys groceries for the house. We find another Lata, an elderly domestic helper bragging to the women about her work, positively unaware of the class difference when one of the ladies says, “Is that why you are fit even at this age?” The older lady takes the stairs, while Lata waits for the lift. They both are caged in their own way.

The third is when Lata truly steps out of the imaginary yet very real boundaries, when she dresses up for the Ganesh Chathurthi procession. She sets-up the dinner table, as her masters plonk themselves on the sofa watching Alia Bhatt talk about her privilege, which is quite well-done. At the celebrations, Lata lets herself be, which is straight out of Rohena Gera’s Sir. Unlike Sir, a far superior work, Tejpal’s Lata ends up as a reactionary film to class differences. But it does end on a wonderful note, though. A cacophony of dholak and drums rings louder on the streets, but from the inside of Lata’s house, it’s just a feeble sound.

A putrid smell

I found it really hard processing Pallavi Paul’s 45-minute allegorical short as a whole, for, it is too far and few between — if one were to put in reviewers’ lingo. On one hand, it’s a narrative experiment, often employing texts, voiceovers and archival footage and photographs, and flickering fonts in the least usable manner — at least in the traditional sense. On the other hand, the short talks about a supreme enemy by revisiting events of the past, mapping the world of yesterday with today in the capital city of New Delhi. It’s also an allegory on poems by Kedarnath Singh and Fernando Pessoa. The problem is, The Blind Rabbit wants to be all at once.

A still from ‘The Blind Rabbit’
 
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