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Acumen and ability set him apart
Soumitra Chatterjee was a Ray favourite. The actor's strong
physical resemblance to the young Tagore was a clinching point,
some felt. The truth, we would never know, but Soumitra was, and
still is, an epitome of intelligence and talent that no director
can afford to ignore. GAUTAMAN BHASKARAN meets him in Calcutta.
THAT MORNING in Calcutta, Soumitra Chatterjee was clearly tired.
The journey by road from Kolaghat the night before had been
tiresome. A long pile-up of trucks on the highway had got him
delayed by several hours, and the evening, when he staged a play,
had been no less strenuous for Soumitra; theatre can be exacting,
minus the cushion the screen provides.
Yet, Soumitra keeps his date with me, is not just punctual to the
dot, but even opens the door to let me inside his tastefully
decorated home on the southern fringes of the teeming metropolis.
Soumitra must have picked up the discipline and humility from the
man who literally moulded him into a brilliant actor. Why,
Satyajit Ray, of course, who not only introduced him (and
Sharmila Tagore) to a demanding Bengali audience in the 1959
(``Apur Sansar'',) but also cast him time and again. Soumitra
worked in 14 of Ray's 31 features, and the director (who would
answer telephone calls himself and even the doorbell) would have
used the actor more often, but for some of the scripts which just
would not entertain the man, however chameleon like he was.
Writer Pauline Kael once described Soumitra as Ray's ``one man
stock company''. Precisely so. As Amal in ``Charulata'' -
certainly his finest performance with Ray - he enraptures with
his verve and wit the lonely wife of his cousin. It is not a role
that can be forgotten; in fact, in the mind's eye, Soumitra the
actor is inexplicably linked to Amal the character.
Inexplicable, because his parts have been so wonderfully varied.
He has been a brash hero, a taxi driver, a detective, a
revolutionary, a famine-stricken priest and what have you. Apart
from Ray, Soumitra's excellence was frozen on frame by men like
Tapan Sinha (``Kshudista Pashan''), Mrinal Sen (``Akash Kusum'')
and Ajoy Kar (``Saat Pake Bandha'') .
Some may argue that Soumitra is what his renowned directors made
him into, but I would disagree with this, although the man
himself tells me that an ``actor is always dependent on someone
else. It could even be the scriptwriter. I realised this at the
beginning of my career. An actor's work differs here from that of
a poet or a novelist, who can choose to work alone.''
It took a while for Soumitra to learn this, but when he did, he
found it easier to work with, let us say, lesser mortals, and in
situations that were, at best, phoney. This again is something
that Ray himself taught him when he once found Soumitra not
serious enough in a shot by some other film maker. ``He told me
to be professional, to believe in whatever I was doing.''
This, though, was not very difficult in Soumitra's heyday, when
Bengali cinema drew its inspiration from the region's rich
literary tradition. ``Even ordinary boy-meets girl kind of
stories gave interesting insight into society. There was always
something for an actor to work with, to develop. But, later -
particularly in the last decade - Bengali movies degenerated into
poor copies of Mumbai or South Indian commercials.''
Soumitra feels that it was unwise of Bengali cinema to have
stepped out of its forte, literature. ``To begin with, we do not
have the kind of funds that Mumbai or Chennai has, and we can,
therefore, only produce poor imitations. And the passing away of
stalwarts - some are still living but have become very old - has
worsened the situation, almost creating a crisis.''
What is even more sad is that these ``copies'' do not run. If
they had, the means (getting hold of a Hindi or Tamil cassette
and plagiarising it) might have justified the end.
Since it has not been so, ``I think Bengali cinema has to return
to literature. Admittedly, a few directors are trying to make
sensible films, directors like Goutam Ghose and Buddhadeb
Dasgupta. I have just completed one (`Dheka') with Goutam. It is
about a blind person, who is an intellectual and comes from a
well-to-do family from North Calcutta. It is non-linear, and
explores the contradictions inherent in such Bengali middleclass
characters.''
Earlier in a Raja Mitra work (``Ekti Jebon''), Soumitra modelled
himself on a researcher, who had with Tagore's support compiled a
Bengali dictionary. The researcher, Haricharan Banerjee, lived
and taught in Santiniketan.
That took us to that morning's newspapers which had frontpaged a
story on violence at the Abode of Peace (Santiniketan). Soumitra
turns sombre. ``It is terrible. It hits us. But, tell me, how
many of us today are conversant with the real Tagore ? We may
listen to his songs, but most of us hardly know him. Tagore is
almost at the point of being forgotten.''
A day earlier, a Calcutta daily had carried something equally
disturbing. At a quiz conducted in a few reputed city schools,
students did not know who Jawaharlal Nehru was! ``This is
shocking ignorance. I think we are consciously or unconsciously
trying to erase history. We are ceasing to be conscious of our
heritage. This is painful, because we are as good as refugees,
rootless and devoid of dignity'', Soumitra laments.
One important reason for this decay is the lack of time and
inclination among the middle classes to pursue anything other
than their chosen professions. Once, they were repositories of
culture. They finetuned it, pushed it, promoted it and kept it
alive. Not any more.
This is reflected on the screen images. This is apparent in those
who put them together. Soumitra cites Rituparno Ghosh as an
example. ``Among today's young directors, he is one who is
meticulous about detail. But where he fails in comparison to the
great masters of the past, like Ray or Ritwick Ghatak, is his
lack of depth. He does not have a strong point of view, something
that Ray and Ghatak had and conveyed through their work. They had
a commitment to life, to their society, to their fellow beings, a
commitment that was deep and passionate. Todays's directors are
good craftsmen, and nothing beyond.''
This is typically the modern crisis of a society that is
motivated by money alone. ``We all have to earn to survive. But
we have to look beyond that to live and breathe. Otherwise life
leads a soulless existence''. Soumitra's words echo his thoughts,
and together they enrich his style in all its magnificence.
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