Reviewed by Emma French, a London-based film, theatre and English lecturer, film reviewer for several ON LINE SITES.
Mira Nair’s complex, genre-bending family drama fully deserves the Golden Lion awarded it by the Venice film festival last year, and marks her richest exploration of the interaction between East and West, an exploration she began in Salaam Bombay and Mississippi Masala.* * * * * * * *
Monsoon Wedding is a bold film of rare charm, wit and compassion. Sabrina Dhawan’s script pulls off the achievement of creating a romantic comedy with real substance and style, conducted in a seamless and realistic mixture of English, Hindi and Punjabi. Sentimentality is largely controlled, and on the occasions when it does threaten to overwhelm, as with the recurring motif of marigolds tumbling everywhere, it is in fact satirizing the visual and emotional excesses of Bollywood cinema. The film creates a longing to be a participant in the festivities, a remarkable feat considering how often even the weddings of close friends and family can be a chore rather than a pleasure.
The run-up to the arranged marriage of the central couple, portrayed wonderfully by the radiant Aditi (Vasundhara Das) and Hemant (Parvin Dabas), is never predictable or unconvincing. A sexual abuse sub plot involving Pimmi’s writer cousin Ria (Shefali Shetty) and sleazy family ‘Uncle’ Tej (Rajat Kapoor) is handled with confidence and sensitivity, and Shetty gives the best performance in a film marked by a generally high standard of acting. Brash and outspoken, Ria barely masks an extraordinary vulnerability. The prejudice she suffers from the older generation of women for her unmarried status is brilliantly conveyed and genuinely moving, and the last minute appearance of a potential suitor to put paid to her resolute singleness is an unexpected delight. It marks one of the many ways in which the clash between old and new cultures is successfully foregrounded without preaching or judgment.
Aditi’s middle class but nevertheless financially constrained father Lalit (Naseeruddin Shah) is somewhat reminiscent of Steve Martin’s hapless character in Father Of The Bride. He far outstrips Martin’s performance, however, with a wholly plausible mixture of exasperated pride, love, ill humor and empty nest syndrome, with acting of sufficient subtlety to mask its complexity. A true ensemble piece -- even supporting roles are memorable and three dimensional -- from Aditi’s dance-loving younger brother to the pompous but smitten local handyman PK Dubey (Vijay Raaz) and his loyal, protective employees.
Nair’s hand-held camera work generally succeeds in creating a sense of intimacy and intense observation of family quirks and secrets. At times the close-ups feel too painfully close, and some shots are extended deliberately for their disconcerting effect.
Nair’s inability to maintain the frenetic pacing of the opening and final scenes makes the middle of the film at times feel overlong. The film is regularly punctuated by shots of rain-soaked New Delhi shops and traffic which, though evocative, have the intrusive feel of a travelogue and are at odds with the primary narratives. The change of pace does however allow the two central love stories, between Aditi and Hemant and between PK Dubey and the Verma’s shy maid, to develop convincingly. In addition, the film's reliance on a sensual explosion of images and beauty is assisted by a pace nearly as frenetic as that of Moulin Rouge. Though Moulin Rouge generally makes a superior attempt at sensory overload, the climactic final nuptials enable Nair to draw together all the intricate strands of plotting and imagery, providing an extraordinary rain-soaked outpouring of pure joy for participants and viewers alike.