Saturday, February 04, 2006


Director : Aparna Sen
Starring : Shabana Azmi, Konkona Sen-Sharma, Rahul Bose, Waheeda
Rehman, Soumitra Chatterjee, Dhritiman Chatterjee, Shefali Shah
Coming from the creator of the timeless 36 CHOWRINGHEE LANE, 15 PARK AVENUE is a bit of a downer. Sen's superb sensitivities seem to peep out at us from all quarters in this attractively packaged, wonderfully performed film about coping with an illness.
The trouble is, nothing fits. Not the relationships, not the narrative pieces that keep slipping in and out of Sen's hands with infuriating impunity.
Of course the director's heart is in the right place. Isn't it always! But what is she trying to say here? Is this the story of two sisters, one older wiser and normal, the other all messed up in the mind… or is it a treatise on the real and the unreal?
And the fact that Mithi (Konkona Sen) in a totally uncalled-for plot convulsion, is gang-raped by Bihari louts during a dangerous mission in Bihar, doesn't help the poor girl's psychological equilibrium… Or our understanding of how painful life could be for those who don't fit in.
Trouble is, Sen's screenplay is too troubled by the task of getting the mechanics of the illness right. We get shots of Konkona puking fashionably all over the bedroom carpet, shots of blood from her slashed wrist splattering the bed… or the blood on her thighs after she's raped in a hotel room and thrown out in the corridor.
The brutality of life and the beauty of the filmmaker's vision do not fuse in any combustive alliance.
We feel for Mithi and her vocally harassed sister. But the feelings aren't allowed to run deep enough. Instead of focusing on the troubled traumatic relationship between the two sisters and how the elder balances her siblings overpowering imbalances, Aparna Sen brings in a crowd of vacationers into the plot.
One moment we get a vivid glimpse into the elder sister's scarily solitary battle to keep Mithi's illness in check. The next moment we're privy to Rahul Bose's introspection on the mentally ill girl's romantic liaison with him. Rahul is, as usual, staunchly supportive. You wish a director of Aparna's sensitivities would use him and the other talented male actors (Dhritiman Chatterjee, Soumitra Chatterjee) as more than mere supportive emblems in a ladies' tale.
As Rahul’s suspicious and jealous wife Shefali Shah delivers a surprisingly punch-packed performance. She has limited space. And she uses it to the optimum… sometimes a little too much so, as though she knows Hemant Chaturvedi's steady and searching camera would soon move on to the two other distinguished actresses who form the core of the conflict.
That again is symptomatic of the narrative's problem with creating proportionate shadows in its architectural design. Light and shade fall in unmeasured patterns, often creating a strangely sterile kingdom of crisis in characters that are driven by demons that they don't comprehend.
Finally, what you're left with are the performances. Shabana towers over almost every aspect of the film. Watch her closely when she watches her screen-sister being whisked away to the asylum - a predictably sentimental moment lifted by Azmi's ability to ferret out the truth even in maudlin moments. At times, specially when flirting mildly with the shrink (Dhritiman Chatterjee) Shabana gets skittish, as though she was purposely trying to lighten the burden of being.



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