Perhaps, because I rewatched Woody Allen's Manhattan recently -with its hysterical and bittersweet love letter to NYC in the opening sequence -I have been thinking about cities in cinema. And in a funny coincidence, last week I watched two unrelated films that begin with an unexpected location title involving Delhi.
Dibakar Banerjee's Tees, completed in 2022 but under a censorship cloud after being shelved by an OTT platform, begins with the words 'New Delhi, 2043' placed atop an image of an ocean (of all decidedly non-Delhi things). Then, as an animated black cat - 'Bheegi Billi' - walks towards the camera, comes the punchline: this is a virtual image, communicating with someone who is physically located in the capital.
Dibakar Das Roy's comedy, Dilli Dark, opens with a title saying 'Dilli, 1240 AD', along with a view of an idyllic forest. This is a reference to the Razia Sultan story and her supposed romance with a man of African origin -which serves as underlying commentary for a present-day narrative about Michael, a Nigerian who is trying to complete his MBA while negotiating the city's racism.
These are very different types of films. But both show Delhi as a messy, threatening place where no one can completely belong. Which also, in its own weird way, can be a pluralistic space when you least expect it.
It would be a stretch to call Tees a 'Delhi film' - in the sense Banerjee's brilliant Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye! Was. It is too wide-ranging, moving across periods and settings, including Kashmir of 1989, in its depiction of an India hurtling towards totalitarianism. But some of its most intriguing scenes, the futuristic dystopian ones (which probably played a part in getting the film held back), are set in a Delhi where new AI tech and Third World grime coexist -with images that suggest India will always - for good and for bad - be chaotic.
Dilli Dark is, in a clearer way, a 'Delhi movie', with the city as a character. But which version of the city? We get views of the vast AIIMS crossing, cluttered Neb Sarai, the Gyarah Murti statue, and the perspective throughout is that of an outsider. Samuel Abiola Robinson, who plays the lead (he also played the title role in Zakariya Mohammed's 2018 Malayalam film Sudani from Nigeria), has a charismatic, sympathetic presence that carries the film through even its less-inspired moments.
At a recent event, Robinson mentioned that some of the incidents depicted here came from his experiences as an African in Delhi: exploitation by landlords, police being called on him for no good reason.
Still, I would venture that some of Michael's dislocation and frustration is relatable, even for those of us who have been in Delhi all our lives. Using goofy -sometimes bordering on facile -humour, Dilli Dark gets many things right in depicting a city where, as Michael puts it, even 2-year-olds learn cuss words before they process anything else; where the topography of the place suggests that something is wrong with its vaastu shastra ('Insaan gol gol ghumta jaata hai, bas,' as a character puts it). And in one of the funnier descriptions of the Qutab Minar I have come across - 'Can you imagine the king who made this? It's like showing a giant middle finger to the sky and saying, tu jaanta nahin mera baap kaun hai?'
So, Delhi is about swagger and power. But it's also about anarchy, which can have a democratising effect. At one point in Dilli Dark, a city-wide power failure comes to the rescue by plunging everyone -including aggressors -into darkness.
In the closing scenes of Tees, madness comes to Delhi Metro, riding a horse - and one feels that even an autocratic government trying to be all-controlling, like China, can't strictly regulate everything in a place like this.
As Robinson -sounding affectionate - put it when asked about the difference between working in Kerala and shooting in crowded parts of Delhi: 'In Delhi you never know what the fuck will happen.'
Dibakar Banerjee's Tees, completed in 2022 but under a censorship cloud after being shelved by an OTT platform, begins with the words 'New Delhi, 2043' placed atop an image of an ocean (of all decidedly non-Delhi things). Then, as an animated black cat - 'Bheegi Billi' - walks towards the camera, comes the punchline: this is a virtual image, communicating with someone who is physically located in the capital.
Dibakar Das Roy's comedy, Dilli Dark, opens with a title saying 'Dilli, 1240 AD', along with a view of an idyllic forest. This is a reference to the Razia Sultan story and her supposed romance with a man of African origin -which serves as underlying commentary for a present-day narrative about Michael, a Nigerian who is trying to complete his MBA while negotiating the city's racism.
These are very different types of films. But both show Delhi as a messy, threatening place where no one can completely belong. Which also, in its own weird way, can be a pluralistic space when you least expect it.
It would be a stretch to call Tees a 'Delhi film' - in the sense Banerjee's brilliant Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye! Was. It is too wide-ranging, moving across periods and settings, including Kashmir of 1989, in its depiction of an India hurtling towards totalitarianism. But some of its most intriguing scenes, the futuristic dystopian ones (which probably played a part in getting the film held back), are set in a Delhi where new AI tech and Third World grime coexist -with images that suggest India will always - for good and for bad - be chaotic.
Dilli Dark is, in a clearer way, a 'Delhi movie', with the city as a character. But which version of the city? We get views of the vast AIIMS crossing, cluttered Neb Sarai, the Gyarah Murti statue, and the perspective throughout is that of an outsider. Samuel Abiola Robinson, who plays the lead (he also played the title role in Zakariya Mohammed's 2018 Malayalam film Sudani from Nigeria), has a charismatic, sympathetic presence that carries the film through even its less-inspired moments.
At a recent event, Robinson mentioned that some of the incidents depicted here came from his experiences as an African in Delhi: exploitation by landlords, police being called on him for no good reason.
Still, I would venture that some of Michael's dislocation and frustration is relatable, even for those of us who have been in Delhi all our lives. Using goofy -sometimes bordering on facile -humour, Dilli Dark gets many things right in depicting a city where, as Michael puts it, even 2-year-olds learn cuss words before they process anything else; where the topography of the place suggests that something is wrong with its vaastu shastra ('Insaan gol gol ghumta jaata hai, bas,' as a character puts it). And in one of the funnier descriptions of the Qutab Minar I have come across - 'Can you imagine the king who made this? It's like showing a giant middle finger to the sky and saying, tu jaanta nahin mera baap kaun hai?'
So, Delhi is about swagger and power. But it's also about anarchy, which can have a democratising effect. At one point in Dilli Dark, a city-wide power failure comes to the rescue by plunging everyone -including aggressors -into darkness.
In the closing scenes of Tees, madness comes to Delhi Metro, riding a horse - and one feels that even an autocratic government trying to be all-controlling, like China, can't strictly regulate everything in a place like this.
As Robinson -sounding affectionate - put it when asked about the difference between working in Kerala and shooting in crowded parts of Delhi: 'In Delhi you never know what the fuck will happen.'
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JAI ARJUN SINGH
The writer is the author of The World of Hrishikesh Mukherjee