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A film tends to make more of a splash than a book, and Stephen Frear’s film Victoria and Abdul is indeed spectacular. I read the book first, and not only found the story amazing, politically and personally, but I also shared the mounting excitement of the researcher, Shrabani Basu, and her meticulous and – there is no other word for it – wonderful research.
For me, it was one of the dozen or so books that has been a milestone in my life. So when I heard, just a few days later, that the book was to be made into a film, with not only a well-known English language actor, Judi Dench, but also Ali Fazal (perhaps the finest young actor on the Indian screen), I awaited its release with much anticipation.
I travelled to the London premiere without an invitation – only to be handed an invitation to the Dress circle by a young man called Jake. A coincidence of determination and good luck that made a miracle!
This is not simply another story about Victoria. The elusive character of Abdul is a compelling part of the story, and he competently shares the screen with Victoria as a co-star.
Human beings are a study in contradictions, and this story only shows that Queen Victoria and Abdul were no more or less so than any of the rest of us. The fact that Victoria was a queen (and what a queen) is what has put this story on the map, but what Judi Dench brings to this character is as much woman as queen. Being queen empowered the woman at the same time as it constricted her.
Ali Fazal has carried what seems like an uncertainly sketched character in a foreign hand, not through words but simply his speaking countenance.
I schooled myself to watch a few British depictions of India when I first came to England, almost 30 years ago. We needed to see ourselves as others see us, I told myself.
One of the places that this led me was a passionate interest in Indian cinema, which is one of the ways that we portray ourselves to each other. Including some of the masala films, I feel that commercial Indian cinema is still amongst the most socially committed cinema in the world, and rising to modern challenges. Somehow in its use of language, I equate it to Shakespearian theatre, (perhaps) melodramatic or predictable stories, but dialogue and language that you can roll around your tongue, and savour over a range from tragedy to comedy. Language that becomes part of the lexicon.
Something that I personally don’t find in modern English language or film.
We, in the subcontinent, are so beset by our many immediate issues, that one area we have been totally inept in, is looking at this part of our history through our own eyes, in a well researched way. A few dozen films have tried – from serious stories like Shatranj ke Khilari, Junoon, to more dramatised versions like Mangal Pandey, even Rang de Basanti, and passing peculiar glimpses in the recent Phillauri.
Victoria’s long relationship with Abdul is not a stand alone one – there were so many exciting intercultural encounters that just missed making historic seismic changes, from the Mughal emperors flirting with Christian missionaries, to the friendship of mathematicians at Cambridge, to Princess Diana in the modern day. This film will go a good way to marking one more fractured possibility that led nowhere but backwards.
But with all that, to me, it is still another British look at this part of their history. Yes, I did see The Viceroy’s House (I travelled from Dublin to London just to see this film) and I’m still asking, when will multicultural Britain present a truly multicultural view ?
(Yameema Mitha has been a journalist, activist and educationist. She is currently pursuing a Phd at Dublin City University in Politics and Culture, and has a passionate interest in Indian classical music and Indian film. She identifies herself as being from Pakistan and India. Tweet to her @yameemamitha)
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