Film Review
Nayak (a.k.a.
The Hero) is not one of Satyajit
Ray's better known films but it deserves to be considered one of his
major achievements, both for the story it tells and also for the way in
which Ray tells it, with masterful economy and startling
sensitivity. Although the director had been making films since
the mid-1950s, this is only the second of his films with an original
screenplay. Apart from
Kanchenjungha
(1962), all of Ray's previous films had been adaptations of literary
works.
The casting of Uttam Kumar in the lead male role was both appropriate
and inspired. At the time, Kumar was Bengali cinema's biggest
film star, and there is a striking similarity between the actor and the
character he is playing (something which must have been apparent to
both Ray and Kumar at the time). Like the film's main protagonist,
Kumar was a national celebrity who sought refuge from the real world by
working excessively hard. (In fact, he worked himself into an
early grave, dying from a stress-induced heart attack during a film
shoot when he was just 55.) In
Nayak,
Kumar delivers what is arguably his finest performances, a testament to
his skill as an actor and an indication perhaps that he saw something
of himself in the flawed and complex personality he was portraying.
Nayak is an atypical film for
Ray because it focuses almost exclusively on one character and takes
place almost entirely within one confined setting (the crowded
compartments on a train). This narrow focus gives the film a
sustained dramatic intensity and a stifling sense of oppression which
makes it both compelling and subtly disturbing. The train journey
as a metaphor for a man's life is particularly
appropriate for this film. The image of the rushing train set on
a course from which it is impossible to deviate is a visual
representation of Arindam's existential nightmare
- his is a future without choice or hope.
What the film is about is the slow unravelling of a man's carefully
constructed persona to reveal the tortured individual that lies
beneath. The man who is described variously as a 'hero' or a
'modern Krishna' at the start of the film is ultimately exposed as a
sad, pathetic wreck of a man who is trapped in a kind of parallel
reality, unable to enjoy the simple pleasures of a normal life.
The woman he meets on the train and who takes pity on him might have
ended up his wife and saviour had he not fashioned himself as a
god. In possibly the bleakest sequence of any Satyajit Ray
film, our fallen hero appears ready to embrace death, his one final
solace. Although he is pulled back at the last moment, we see his
ineluctable future trajectory mapped out before him like a stairway to
Hell. Those who climb the highest have the furthest to
fall.
© James Travers 2010
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Next Satyajit Ray film:
Pratidwandi (1971)
Film Synopsis
Arindam Mukherjee, a major star of Bengali cinema, is invited to Delhi
to receive a prestigious award for his work. As it is too late to
book a flight, he must take the train from Calcutta. Arindam is not
keen to make the journey but knows he must attend the awards ceremony
for appearances' sake. His latest film has been written off as a
flop and newspapers are filled with lurid accounts of a brawl he got himself
into the day before. On the train, Arindam is accosted by an
attractive young woman, Aditi, who introduces herself as the editor of
a serious women's magazine. Arindam intrigues Aditi and she
prompts him into giving her an exclusive interview. Initially
standoffish and unwilling to say anything about himself, Arindam soon
cannot help baring his soul. He recalls events that have long
haunted him - his mentor's attempts to dissuade him from becoming a
film actor, the humiliation of his first day's shoot, his betrayal of a
dear friend... Aditi soon realises that she is privy to a side of
the film star that he has carefully kept to himself. In contrast
to his self-confident, even arrogant, public persona, Arindam is in
reality a solitary and deeply tormented soul...
© James Travers
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