As a documentary, Rossellini's film suffers from feeling too much like "exotic" India as portrayed through Western eyes, and with rose-tinted glasses on top of it. As a series of short stories, it suffers from being too simple, with characters that are hardly developed and indeed not enough subtitled when they're talking to one another. But oh, the images he captured of this country are simply gorgeous, and the occasional bits of philosophy profound, even if he barely scratched the surface. There's no wonder that this was one of his personal favorites, as it must have been quite an experience to be there. It seems he was doing a little more than admiring the scenery, much to Ingrid Bergman's displeasure, but that's another matter. The film's a hodgepodge, a mixed bag - there is undeniably something here worth seeing, but it's a very scattershot view of India, and not what it could have been. Check out one of Satyajit Ray's films from this period instead.
India: Matri Bhumi
1959 [ITALIAN]
Action / Documentary / Drama
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Several stories depicting the landscapes and fauna of India are mixed with documentary footage.
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Mixed bag
Italian pseudo-documentary from Roberto Rossellini
The film takes a look at then-current India, from the crowded cities to the rural farm country, and to large civil engineering projects intended to modernize and make more accessible remote and inhospitable areas. The color footage is nice to look at (there's a lengthy prologue to the copy I watched explaining the recent restoration efforts made to make the film more presentable after being available only in faded and deteriorated prints for decades), and the narration is okay. However, for some reason Rossellini decided to stage a handful of scenes and situations for dramatic effect, only to have these portions undermine the documentary effort elsewhere. These scripted scenes include a clumsy marriage proposal between a farmer and a traveling performer, another couple suffering marital strife against the background of a major construction project, and a performing spider monkey who loses her master and wanders the countryside.
A disappointment
Perhaps it was the incredibly washed-out, virtually monochrome print. Perhaps it was the non-stop painful soundtrack of bird noises. Perhaps it was the overbearing, condescending ceaseless narration.
But mostly this supposed masterpiece reminded me of schoolroom educational films. The camera work is not particularly great; we learn little about actual (as opposed to staged) life in India; though closely immersed in local settings, there is virtually no geographic, historic or temporal overview to guide us; and the staged sequences come across as forced and distancing, most alarmingly with the monkey sequence at the end (it verges on flat out cruelty). Other sections have sudden and jarring outcomes that work entirely against the drawn-outness of the rest.
I can't think of a film that has aged less well than this basic documentary. Just because it's by a master doesn't make it a masterpiece. And yes, I watched it closely, understood its structure and themes and so forth. There are good sequences in the film (the elephant logging and dam building in particular evoke a clearly dichotomous relationship with nature) but it could have been well-trimmed, better contextualized, and shorn of its irritating narration.
What we have here is an outsider's, deastheticized, desaturated, scattershot, only slightly empathetic view of India. Let the images speak! And, most of all, let the Indians speak for themselves. It's taken 50 years to realize we should give them the cameras (Born into Brothels comes to mind.)