Plot: A Freak accident in a quaint village. A Poor tongawala (horse cart plier)dead. A Row over the religious identity of the dead. A Novice police officer in-charge. A Newspaper desperate to increase circulation. A Hindu fundamentalist on warpath. A Muslim fundamentalist on warpath. A Local politician on his path. A Historian powerless. A Young romance bloodied. A Judiciary confused. A Society helpless. A Rampaging ghost of the dead,demanding salvation. A Social and political satire based on true events.
Dekh Tamasha Dekh is a very serious movie. I saw 2 States in the morning show and to shift myself from a romantic state to one of fear and despair ...
Dekh Tamasha Dekh is a very serious movie. I saw 2 States in the morning show and to shift myself from a romantic state to one of fear and despair was quite something let me tell you.
The story is set in a small village with very strong Hindu and Muslim factions. A man married to a Muslim, living in a Muslim are with a Muslim name dies and both sides claim his body. The Hindus claim he was born a Hindu, the Muslims say he converted. In the power struggle between the 2 factions, an anonymous rickshaw puller becomes a hero with large cutouts marking his funeral procession. The police won’t do anything, a rich man plays politics, a Hindu Muslim romance ends in tragedy and a historian gets his books burnt. The end of the movie shows the futility of everything and the nexus between the powers that be at every level of public life.
The story progresses kind of sluggishly preferring instead to highlight each incident that happens as a smaller story in itself. What comes out is the anger, grief and helplessness of the local population who are just pawns in the larger picture.
If you like serious cinema and are brave enough to face ugly truths as they are slapped onto your face then you will appreciate this movie. It hit me hard which would have been ok on other days but not today when Krish and Ananya from 2 States were still lurking in my mind. Don’t take kids.
What did I learn. That there are Two States in India. And no not just candy pop shiny happy people ke Mummy Daddy nahi maanege love st...
What did I learn. That there are Two States in India. And no not just candy pop shiny happy people ke Mummy Daddy nahi maanege love stories. And that yes India DOES live in its villages and it is not all idyllic goudhuli time watching the cows walk home at sunset, simple life spiel. This film is about the resilience and revenge politics that forever simmers below the surface, of love and loath, of karma politics, how there are no permanent heroes and villains just flitting loyalties fleeting moments; and that everyone loves a good riot. Pressure cooker moments, my love. It is a movie that reminds you that the more things change, the more they stay just the same. So the Death of A Small Man creates a Big Ruckus in a part of India that could be your home town, my village, so anonymous and familiar the place can be. Tanvi Azmi has oceans of griefswimming in her eyes, composure on her lips as the unfortunate widow who is forgotten while the villagers pledge their claim to her husband’s body and the ensuing Grand Tamasha. The movie most of the time appears to be an anthology of vignettes and I fear that is what overwhelmed me at times—I can liken the process most to my experience with watching a theatre play unfold on three separate stages/rostrums. However, let it not take anything away from your film watching experience. I am sure there will be something to keep you riveted in your seat.