>My initial
gut reaction was mixed. One part of me wanted to like
it a lot for the fact that I had finally seen an Indian made movie
that
was sensual and erotic more so than the usual sexual themes. I loved
the richness of the costumes, incredible scenery in Madhya Pradesh and
Rajasthan and the photography of the movie. Another part of me,
thought
that considering this is an international movie, what would
non-Indians
think of this movie? Would I have to defend the story against another
set of stereotypes (elephants, opium, women as objects of desire,
etc.,
you have to watch the movie to understand some of these.)-- Anonymous
-- Farah Nousheen
I enjoyed the 'Indianness' (quotes intentional) of the film -- all those lovely colours and outfits and jewellery, the glorious tropical sun, the music, wonderful Rajasthani forts, and acres of luscious brown skin. But just showing beautiful men and women in beautiful locales does not make a good film. Plot, character development & dialogue are unfortunate necessities.
The plot was thin and derived. And the dialogue: I can't remember when I've heard such bad lines. I would have enjoyed the movie more if it had been in Hindi -- melodramatic lines like 'She is my lotus woman' somehow sound better in Hindi or Urdu :-) Occasionally the characters came out with amazingly modern ideas like 'I don't sculpt by committee', or wonderful little analyses of their own feelings that sounded like they'd just come from their psychotherapists. The rest of the time it was cliched one-liners like "You are your father's property, and then you become your husband's".
The sex scenes left me cold, probably because any possible mood buildup had been destroyed by the platitudes pouring out of the actor's mouths. Like much of the movie, they were beautiful (rose petals, torchlight, jewellery etc.) but not erotic. About halfway through the movie I got bored and was wondering how many more monotonous cycles of sex/talk/sex there were to go, but the Shah's appearance livened things up. (Isn't that a sad commentary on a film, that war is more interesting than sex? :-))
Mira Nair said in an interview that she had not thought about showing male or female nudity specifically, that 'you see what I want you to see'. A rather disingenuous statement, since there is plenty of female nudity, full frontal and all, but nary a glimpse of the male equivalent. Surely an articulate woman director is not that naive?
Judging from the interviews, her 'vision' was far more complex than she was able to portray in the film. She talked of 'radical ideas in historical literature', but women using their bodies for power is hardly radical, and the principles of how to please a man are explored regularly in women's magazines today. She sneers at Bollywood, but the film had lots of classic Hindi-movie bits, like loss of virginity being pointedly demonstrated by large bloodstains on the sheets, or a woman dramatically wiping the tikka off her forehead when her husband dies. And a bizarre hair-cutting scene near the end, which is meant to be heavily significant but is merely bewildering. (Altogether, Sholay was better on the drama.)
Rekha and Naveen Andrews thoroughly enjoyed themselves hamming it up. Rekha was stunning as always, and brought some dignity to the film. Sarita Chowdhary had no role -- she was offscreen for a large chunk of the film, and the rest of the time she had to be either resentful or miserable. Indira Verma was clearly the star, but she would have been better without having to spout those awful lines. Ramon Tikaram played his part completely straightfaced, which made it hard to take him seriously.
But all of them looked good.
-- Susan Chacko
-- Jayshree Aiyar
It was a terrible movie. In Mira Nair's own words, the original where she got the idea from lasts for the first 10 mins of the flick. Well folks, get up and leave after that.
[Other than stunning jewellery and clothes, and hunky Indians there is nothing, nada, kuch nahin, nyet, non in the flick.
I stayed thru the flick by concentrating on the colors, jewellery, and clothes. I couldn't believe how long it was taking and looked at my watch at least 10 times. Was too scared to get up from my center seat.
Also, did you see the look on Navin Andrews face. He simply couldn't believe what he was doing in the movie. Also, Mira Nair claimed that the two women characters were equally strong. Ha. I think she and I were at different movies.
I finally figured out the movie about three quarter's into it. It wasn't a movie about India, Indians, the Kama Sutra, our culture, or anything Indian. It was a bunch of people who looked Indian, wore 16th century Indian clothes, and fabulous jewellery (OK I'm fixated on jewellery) and were in a country that looked Indian. It all made sense then.
After the movie got over, a white woman responding to my outraged, horrified outburst said that it was like Danielle Steel in a sari. That's it.
-- Sonya Pelia
And nobody seems to notice that Tara had actually been taught Kama Sutra since she was a kid. Guess she had 'exam blues' on her wedding night, and had to be re-tutored ! The only part that offended me was the scene between Tara and Maya. I have a strong aversion to lesbian sex being shown as something cutesy to stimulate the male appetite--that its something women are supposed to do to excite their EVENTUAL male partners. And dialogues like 'he'll know a woman made this marks and it'll excite him' want to make me smack 'em both.
The overwhelming feeling at the end of the movie was 'So bloody what ?' Why call it 'Kama Sutra', why not just---I don't know---'Mayavati' or something. Strip it down to the bare bones: A woman seduces her mistress's husband, the king for revenge, gets into trouble, falls in love with another man, has a misunderstading with him, joins the king's harem, re-ignites affair with ex-lover, king finds out--tragedy ! What, exactly, was KS's role? The king was obsessed with her before she learned KS. Her scenes with the sculptor (I'm terrible with names) before and after KS weren't that different. And there is exactly NO higher philosophy in the actual Kama Sutra, it is exactly what it claims to be. A book on sex-techniques, some interesting chapters like 'how to seduce your worst enemy's wife', practical advice on dress, food, walking, playing hard-to-get, how to get gifts out of your lover, etc (I've tried the last. doesn't necessarily work !). So this thing about Maya somehow achieving a higher plain of self-realization through KS is--well, totally pretentious. And how come there weren't any men learning the KS ? The actual book is FULL of instructions to MEN on how to please their women ! Also, all those lovely naked women, and not one single male penis shown in the entire movie. Hmmm !
-- Bisakha Sen
Film description: Inspired by Wajeda Tabassum's short story Utaran (Hand-Me-Downs), Kama Sutra is the story of a princess and a maid and a king and a sculptor, who share each other's beds in various combinations. Exotic and erotic.