Based on Salman Rushdie’s
bestselling novel Midnight’s Children,
Deepa Mehta’s film is the closest visual adaptation that the book could
possibly get. However, the magical tale about the characters’ notion of
identity faces an uphill task in a narrative that struggles throughout the
duration of the film to find an identity of its own.
Midnight’s Children is a fascinating story of a group of children
born in the magic hour after India’s independence. Focusing on the lives of two
characters, who were born on the stroke of midnight, the film narrates the
entire story of the children and the country through the words of one of them.
From Nehru’s ‘Tryst of Destiny’ speech to Indira Gandhi’s unceremonious
declaration of the emergency, the film, like the novel, traces the journeys of
the midnight’s children whose destinies have somehow attached themselves to the
destiny of the country they were born in.
Rushdie’s poetic descriptions in
the novel, of both the characters and the setting, translate marvelously into
visuals. And while it strongly retains some delightful elements from the novel,
in parts it does deviate from the consistency with which the story flows in the
book. Thanks to a detailed background, Deepa Mehta manages to create impeccable
characters, all adding a certain value to the narrative whose meaning runs
deep.
With some shrewd actors playing
most of the important roles, Rajat Kapoor, Rahul Bose, Ronit Roy and Shahana
Goswami stand out as the supporting actors who play out their parts with great
integrity. Among the leads, Salim, played by Satya Bhabha falls short on screen
presence; and Shiva, played by Siddharth, fits the bill perfectly and lives up
to his potential. Seema Biswas, who plays the crucial role of the nurse-nanny,
requires no critique whatsoever.
Visually pleasing, the only
parameter on which the film falls short, is recreating the magic realism and
the surreal connection between the midnight’s children. The unexplained
background over how they form the bond and how they communicate, multiplied by
the unsubstantiated hallucinatory visuals, seem incredible in the worst sense
of the word. In the novel, the description is a part of the larger story;
however, when seen on screen, it stands out like an eyesore, incongruous to the
reality that is being created.
A onetime delight to watch, Midnight’s Children is a great chronicle
of the early years of this nation and the lives of its people. However, the
film’s over-written screenplay (by Salman Rushdie), with an indecision over
what to exclude causes the film to be overloaded with information and a little
too long to endure, only proves that an author must never adapt his work on
screen himself.
Rating: 2.5 out of 5
Published in DNA After Hrs (Pune) on February 3, 2013
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