Jal is the story of a young water diviner, Bakka, who is gifted with a special ability to find water in the desert. With the backdrop of water paucity, the film tells a complex and fascinating story of love, relationships, enmity, deceit and circumstances that bring about the dark side of human character.
Jal is the story of a young water diviner, Bakka, who is gifted with a special ability to find water in the desert. With the backdrop of water paucity, the film tells a complex and fascinating story of love, relationships, enmity, deceit and circumstances that bring about the dark side of human character. less
“Jal has an interesting premise and fascinating locales but the messy script and unskilful execution ruins the potential. If you are thirsty for different cinema, wait for a better film.”
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Ten minutes into Jal and I fear I have stepped into a mash up of Mumbai se Aaya Mera Dost meets Hero Hiralal. Ranvir Singh just had to strut about Gujju heart land, so that we are inundated by Lust Across the Rann of Kutch. Jal takes up the worst kind of stereotypes about the Brown Man's encounter with the White Woman, of naive villagers and rapacious men, sacrificial women sacrificing zan and zar over the male protagonist. And other than ripping off many a film plot it also has the guts to recycle jokes that should have been long abandoned. Ye machine chalegi kaise? Grr grrr.
Jal is frankly Orientalism at its worst. A man dares to challenge the order of things and see what happens. He loses his sanity, stature, love and gasp! Sarkari naukri bhi.
Jal reminded me of the sheaths, the koshas that the ancient yogis spoke about. You have to go past the annamaya of a movie borrowing heavily from stereotypes of India’s villages, and White Men cast in the mould of Tom Alter, the pranamaya of a man against machine, the mahomaya of beautiful cinematography jaisa ke glossy travel magazines mai hota hai, to enter the soul of the movie where you attain annanamaya, the pure heart.
That moment comes at the Intermission when the plot strikes gold; that is water. But then you realise that what you did see was just a mirage and the barren salt pans beckon you again.There are also dead flamingo chicks if I haven’t made the prospect of watching this movie appealing enough.
Jal is a classic case of the Emperor’s New Clothes. It is independent cinema, there is a lot of imagery, there are stock frames that go down well with a certain audience—so it is far easier to label it Shakespearean than that the movie is a tragic mess.
Yes Purab Kohli impresses but then he impresses me in the Nescafe ad too, you dont see me raving to send it to a film festival any time soon.
However my favourite bit about this afternoon was when certain members of the audience ( ironically watching a pregnant woman struggling in the desert searching for water) started hassling the ushers Ye AC kab on hoga? Now THAT is a Shakespearean tragedy unfolding for you.