Review: Pazhassi Raja

For three hours and twenty minutes, I watched the latest magnum opus from Malayalam cinema, Pazhassi Raja.

Mammootty, in and as Pazhassi RajaThen I left the theatre and, during the 15 minute walk home, promptly forgot all about it – and I am not sure whether that stems from the quality of the movie or from my own expectations of the combination of scriptwriter M T Vasudevan Nair, director Hariharan, and actor Mammootty.

Briefly: The film starts in 1796, when the British East India Company meets with the kings of Malabar to deliver a ‘pay up defaulted taxes or else’ threat. A recurring theme in the history of the Raj is how internal feuds and rivalries weakened the natives while strengthening the hands of the Company; that storyline plays out here through Raja Veeravarma [veteran character actor Thilakan in a cameo], the king of Kurumbaranadu, who plots to usurp power from his nephew Pazhassi Raja.

Thanks to his machinations, the British send a troop to arrest Pazhassi Raja, only to find that he has fled from his palace [Padinjare Kovilakam, near what today is Thalasserry]. In the process, the king however loses both his family fortune and his unborn child — and the conflict is set up.

The story of Pazhassi Raja Kerala Varma is easily told; this wiki entry and this piece by Sreekumar Varma have all you need to brush the dust off those fading classroom memories. For buffs, an interesting resource is Nick Balmer, the great-times-four grand-nephew of Thomas Hervey Baber of the East India Company who is central to this story.

Balmer on his blog cites the diaries of his ancestor to trace the history of that period: the genesis of the conflict; setting out on the trail of the raja; tightening the noose; and the denouement.

The movie has much to recommend it, and at the top of the list I’d put the combination of Resul Pookutty’s sync sound and Ilayaraja’s background score. You first notice the unusually high quality of the sound early on, in the sequence where the British are meeting with the local satraps. As the clerks read out the Company’s diktat, a candle gutters briefly in the breeze, and a blob of wax runs down its side and plops to the floor. Sitting in the theatre, you hear that hiss, that liquid plop, with such incredible clarity, it puts you right inside that space, in that time.

And then it gets better. Pookutty plays to the gallery in the action sequences – the clash of swords, the clang of shield

Sarath

Sarath Kumar and Mammootty

on shield and the rasping, tortured breathing of the combatants is in itself a good reason to see this one in a theatre with a good sound system. But where he really excels is in the subtle use of the forest and its many moods – the whistle of the wind and the rustle of leaves underfoot, the hoot of the owl and trill of the songbird, and the symphony of untamed water, from the gentle tinkle of quiet-flowing streams to the roar of the occasional waterfall and even the drumbeat of the monsoon play well against the on-screen action.

Ilayaraja, that enduring music maestro from Tamil Nadu, harnesses the Hungarian Symphony Orchestra, Leslie Kovacs conducting, to produce an understated score that riffs off the sounds of nature [Raja has a history with this orchestra; they last collaborated in his brilliant recreation of the Thiruvachakam, the compilation of hymns written by ninth century Shaivite poet Manikkavasagar.]

In a story sign-posted by battles large and small, Ravi Diwan as action director has a large role to play – and to his credit he raises the bar from Jodha Akbar, the comparable film in his oeuvre. A minor quibble, however, about employing wire-work in fight sequences: done right, testosterone-fuelled fighters soar in defiance of gravity; done badly, as it is for the most part in this film, the effect is akin to those ‘mobiles’ that you see sold in our street bazaars – so many birds on strings jerking in the wind. The kalari payattu sequences – including a couple of set piece combats – are well done when the combatants don’t take to the air, and I’d suspect a large part of the credit for this would go to the experts from CVN Kalari who worked with the cast.

Sreekar Prasad is yet another member of the much-awarded technical crew; he edits with trademark competence and, in the action sequences, with some flair. I’m not sure if the decision to abruptly cut the fight sequence involving Neeli [more on her in a bit] was his or the director’s – in any event, we are left with no clue about the outcome of her extended single-handed battle against the company’s Redcoats, and that is bad storytelling.

Venu and Ramnath Shetty seem almost overwhelmed by the spectacular beauty of Kerala’s forests. It is impossible for a halfway competent cinematographer to shoot Kerala’s lush topography badly, so the best yardstick to measure their competence is in the action sequences – and the camerawork there is confident, at times even bold.

I’ll leave Mammootty for later; among the other members of the cast, Tamil veteran Sharat Kumar is a standout in the role of Edachena Kunkan Nair, the orphan boy who in time becomes the king’s military commander and the backbone of the resistance. Manoj K Jayan as tribal hero and archer par excellence Thalakkal Chandu, and Padmapriya as his warlike fiancée, are equally impressive, with Neeli’s Tamil-accented Malayalam adding an unintended touch of verisimilitude to a period piece set at a time when the boundaries between Tamils and Keralites were considerably more fluid than today. This being a period piece, the support cast is too large to detail by name and role; veteran character actors like Mamu Koya, Captain Raju and Lalu Alex are sadly wasted in under-written roles – more so, considering that these actors essay characters that were crucial to the history of that period.

The real problem begins with the British characters, led by Harry Key in the pivotal role of Assistant Collector Thomas Baber. The dialogs written for them are insipid, uninspired – and Key and the others in pivotal British roles are not good enough actors to overcome the handicap. The result is an odd juxtaposition of well-acted native characters counterpointed by caricatured Brits [none so jarring as Dona, Baber’s fiancée, as played by Linda Arsenio] that dilutes the impact of many sequences. Unfortunately, less than pitch-perfect writing also reduces veteran Telugu actor Suman [Pazhayamveedan Chanthu], Jagathi Sreekumar and even the brilliant Nedumudi Venu to the status of broad caricature.

All of these are however side issues – central to this film is the combination of scriptwriter MT Vasudevan Nair, director Hariharan, and actor Mammootty. The last time this troika combined was twenty years ago – and magic happened; this time they – particularly, and sadly, MT – disappoint.

The thing about historical fiction – in literature, movies, whatever – that sets it apart from the dry narratives of schoolroom texts is the ability to delve into character, into motivation and to explore the interplay of relationships. In a recent post, my friend Jai Arjun Singh while writing of Hillary Mantel’s Booker-winning Wolf Hall made a pertinent point:

When we learn about history primarily through cold details set out “objectively” in textbooks, it’s possible to lose sight of the fact that the distant events we take for granted – events that now appear set in stone, almost as if they could have unfolded in no other way – were the accumulated products of the personalities, life experiences and whimsies of human beings who happened to be in a certain place at a certain time: real people with ambitions, weaknesses, dilemmas, biases and prejudices of their own.

It is what MT did brilliantly in Oru Vadakkan Veeragatha; it is also where the writer fails signally with Pazhassi Raja. The key to the Raja was his messianic ability to fire a motley crew of tribals and assorted others of the disenfranchised, to imbue in them his own passion for his land and to fuse them together in a guerilla band that, for nine years, resisted and even at times humbled the far superior British forces.

At no time does the screenplay conjure up this messiah [In fact, on the only occasion where the protagonist is shown speaking to his people, the film-makers chose to superimpose a song on the visuals rather than let the audience, along with his people, listen to the Raja make his case for rebellion]; at no point do we in the audience catch fire from his spark – and the result, sadly, is a visual rendition of history that leaves us emotionally uninvolved, unmoved. Equally, the heart of the story is the confrontation between the Raja and the Company’s dynamic assistant collector – and again, at no point do we get a sense of this titanic clash of personalities and interests. The ambitions, dilemmas, weaknesses and strengths Jai speaks of, that should have powered the narrative are missing from MT’s script, and the biases and prejudices have been reduced to shrill stereotype.

Finally, Mammootty – who won one of his three national awards for his visceral portrayal of the mythical character Chandu in Oru Vadakkan Veeragatha. Old timers talk of Kesavan, an elephant in Guruvayur who was pretty much the same size as most others in the stable but who would, once the deity was installed on his back, gain prideful inches and tower over the pack.

Mammootty is to acting what Kesavan was to temple processions – give him the right role, and he harnesses face and body and trademark bass voice to perfection, and visibly swells to fill the screen with an awesome majesty. Pazhassi Raja offers him almost no scope to test his abilities – and that perhaps is the greatest indictment of this film from the MT-Hariharan team and most especially the former, who fails to give the actor the kind of lines he could really work with.

It’s a decent enough film – the pity is that with so much going for it, the movie remains merely a technically updated version of the 1964 movie of the same name, and stops well short of being a truly great addition to the historical genre.

I’ll leave you with some clips. The first is the official trailer of Pazhassi Raja; the others are choice segments from Oru Vadakkan, a 20-year-old film that, for me, is an evergreen example of what is possible when a great writer, actor and director get their game on.

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15 thoughts on “Review: Pazhassi Raja

  1. I am glad that there is at least one forum that talks sense. At first glance I understood that there is some quality here. As a viewer on the crossroads( I am yet to see the film), the blog post as well as the string of comments are sincerely appreciated. Thanks Prem for posting such a powerful review here.

    Just sharing another P.R review that I stumbled upon – good one, a balanced take on the film but written in a theater-perspective…

    http://journosworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/kerala-varma-pazhassi-raja-1775-1805.html

    Let more magic be there on the screen..from the soil of Kerala..kudos..

  2. I have a bone to pick, lol
    You talk about the “biases and prejudices” being “reduced to shrill stereotype.”
    I presume this is more about the British characters.
    How about turning our argument on its head? How do stereotypes origin? Isn’t it based on a seed of truth somewhere deep there? British East India Company, most historians agree, ruled with an iron fist. It is from this truth that the prejudices and biases about British Rule in India originates.
    I loved your review; it transported me straight to the core of the move but am inclined to believe that you approached the movie not with expectations but a ‘set of biases.’ This movie cannot be compared to Oru Vadakkan Veeragatha because Chanthu is a mythical figure; MT gave ‘it’ – the character – an identity, a personality. MT has said that he doesn’t go out of the way or take creative liberties with Pazhassi Raja. He sticks to the material he got from his research. If that research material was biased, I am sure that is not cause for disappointment on MT.

    • Reversing the order of your points: Puthuram Veedu was not a mythical creation, nor where its important denizens — Aromal, Unniarcha, Chandu et al. They were human beings whose deeds, viewed through the magnifying glass of folklore, achieved mythic proportions. One of the things MT did brilliantly with his script for that movie was to strip away the mythos, and get to the core of each of those characters in a way that made them, and the story itself, even more meaningful. So I’d submit that the comparison of the two films is not as inappropriate as it seems on the surface.

      The thing though is, I wasn’t even intending to compare. I hold up OVVG merely as a stellar example of what that troika can do when they really get their best game on.

      To the other point. Yes, the Company rule in India got considerable bad press because overall, they ruled with the arrogance of the white man shouldering his god given, or at least Kipling given, “burden” — and the few good guys were the exceptions that proved that rule. Granting that, I would not complain if that arrogance was on display in the film, I would not speak of stereotypes in that context.

      What I meant by ‘stereotype’ is the quintessential English character in Indian films: wigged, powdered, speaking stilted lines… all of that. The point I drove at was that the British characters were not “characters” so much as one-dimensional cardboard cutouts.

  3. First of all thanks for the review. As for my opinion, as I mentioned in one of the posts in the morning, I expected much more from this team. The movie never really touched me.

  4. Looks like the author is a prey to his own expectations.

    The part I enjoyed most is the fact that MT did not delve into exploring human relationships and subsequently, provide fiery lines to Mamootty as commentary, which MT could have done at the snap of a finger. Do you think MT needs a Prem Panicker to tell him that…

    Then why he did not do it? This is what great artisits do, they deliver cinema on their own terms… We have to evaluate it as it is.. There is no point in being a fanboy of OVVG and expecting PR to be anything like it… For that, we need to see OVVG again rather than watching PR…

    This is a period- action adventure , and the team excelled in what they ventured out to do

    • Why “looks like”? I said right upfront that I went in with certain expectations, from the genre and from this particular team. You like that MT handled it one way; I didn’t like the handling — no issues, all art impacts differently on different folks, no?

    • Hey Ram (haha) and Prem,

      I read your review in PFC as well. And went in to watch the movie with the expectation you had defined.

      But it didn’t work for me. For a movie, I need a graph — or an emotional curve. As the wheels begin to turn, or the screws tighten. At first frame you see someone, then you know them, and then you feel for them. Sadly, it didn’t happen for me. MT might’ve told it as it was, but I think the only character that was best etched was Sarath Kumar’s.

      And I did a big sin by sitting towards one side of the theater, and felt that the BGM was a little overpowering. And Ilaiyaraja could’ve integrated some native instruments as well to the BGM, no?

      – Gopi

      PS: I didn’t know you migrated to a totally different site. No wonder I wasn’t getting any feeds from Smoke Signals.

      • Yeah, that lack of an emotional graph is what I was driving at when I said the character(s) remained surface level only. And that point is well taken — if you don’t feel strongly for the characters, pro or con, then you are reduced to watching a sound and light show. Fair enough, but from great movie makers [and the likes of MT, Hariharan and Mammootty qualify for 'great'] you expect a lot more. That bit about sitting to one side of the theatre resonates — the first time I saw Kill Bill, on opening night, was like that, off to the extreme left, and I damn near ended up with some weird form of vertigo.

        • My first reply was actually intended at Ram, and some bits for you, Prem. But yeah; from MT you don’t expect just-another-period-action-adventure. You expect the next level of scripting a period movie.

          • Prem… the like or lack of it is personal taste… while I agree that it is not uncommon to expect or compare a masterpiece by a team with a much awaited, acclaimed subsequent product… but it does not make sense to me… I would prefer to see every original film in isolation as single work of art..

            Loved the review, and your distinct voice…especially the Guruvayur Kesavan bit, however, I have always felt Mammootty is what one would call as a director’s actor, which needs high level of control on ones own skill. He gives exactly what the director wants. Pazhassi, Vidheyan, Rajamanickam or Siddhartha.. as is the director so is Mammootty.. a mast Kesavan he was in OVVG, a calm one in PR …

            Gopi .. he he .. so you caught me lurking around here as well … I went into the theatre with similiar expectations, as mentioned in the first few lines of my review, but returned back with a different frame of mind.. then wrote it… looks like it did not make your day

              • MT , Hariharan and Mammootty deserved my, and in fact, all our accolades.. its an emotional statement I make.. but yes, they have not received a fraction of their deserved appreciation, when you take the whole Indian film scene.. classics delivered by these and several talents from regional cinema have been unprofessionally sidelined, cause of lobbying…

                I am in my own way bringing some of their and other malayalam master’s work to light to a pan Indian audience… its the least we can do, even if it means sugar-coating a bitter pill..

                Like the AMPAA showers untilmely ‘best actor/ director’ oscars on some artistes , just as a recognition of their body of work.. let us hope Pazhassi becomes one such recognition for these great talents..

  5. Agree with you on this Prem. Saw this movie coincidentally yesterday and was struck by its Technical brilliance but somehow the story despite its potential did not strike its chord with me. And the Firangs were all caricatures which you would expect in something like Manoj Kumar’s Kranti but not in this film.

    But despite all that it is a historical from an Indian context which is above the normal and is fairly well depicted.

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