Director: Abhijeet Mohan Warang
Forged: Prasad Oak, Samay Sanjeev Tambe, Ashwini Mukadam and others.
The Marathi film Picasso is, by its personal admission, a tribute to performers, singers, and artists, and particularly these concerned in Dashavatar, people theater practiced round South Konkan in Goa and Maharashtra, largely in and round temples, and largely by males. This tribute isn’t simply lip-service to present the movie a heft within the epilogue that it couldn’t muster in its run-time; the whole second-half of the movie is about in and across the Dashavatar stage, with us, being each viewers to the movie and the stage efficiency.
The transient, 70 minute movie follows Gandharva Gawde (Samay Tambe), finding out within the seventh Customary, who is chosen for the Nationwide degree of the Picasso Arts Scholarship. He must cough up 1500 Rupees to take part within the Nationals. If he wins the scholarship, he will get to review on the Picasso Museum in Barcelona for a 12 months. Years in the past, one of many college students from his faculty had gained it, and had gone on to review and graduate as an artist from the JJ College Of Artwork in Mumbai. That is, thus, not unchartered territory, however it actually is a swerve for him and his household. His mom wants cash for medical assessments to diagnose a ache, and his father is an artist, a Renaissance man — a musician, a painter, a sculptor, an actor — who continuously brushes up towards his poverty and circumstances because the bread-winner. The stress of the movie, set over a day, is to see if Gandharva and his household can get the cash. It isn’t considering asking questions past that, pleased with a brief answer to a direct, particular concern, as a substitute of a definitive, generalized happily-ever-after.
The movie performs out via largely nonetheless frames. Essentially the most the digicam strikes is a spine-rotational swerve, lending the world a stationary high quality—that it doesn’t matter the place you’re looking at it from, that you simply’re taking a look at it, is sufficient. Within the first half, Gandharva travels to the following village on foot to inform his father, making ready for a efficiency, that he acquired chosen to characterize the state on the Nationals, and that he wants cash. The journey itself is proven in nice element — the plush inexperienced fields he passes via, the pregnant lake pockmarked by gentle rain, the rivers, the rivulets; a way of place, and a way of stillness is established.
The movie begins with a dialog between a dejected Gandharva and his father, with crimson, welled up eyes, earlier than we get a flashback of the day that led to this second. There’s a very staged, stiff, and rehearsed really feel to this interplay. We loop again to this dialog mid-way via the movie, when Gandharva comes to inform his father concerning the scholarship, and his father notes his lack of cash, and the shortage of cash within the arts. This time spherical, when the identical dialog performs, the stiffness, someway, doesn’t really feel odd. Backed by an immersive first half of quiet moments, the place even mundane speech appears like a efficiency, the interplay is now extra built-in.
The second half is sort of completely a showcase of Dashavatar, the place between scenes viewers members stroll as much as characters they like and provides cash as an indication of appreciation, i.e. dwell patronage, dwell opinions. The stage area, inside a temple, unspools a mythological story of Good VS Evil; how Evil tries to seduce, actually, Good; how Good succumbs; how Good triumphs anyhow. It isn’t nice artwork, with the garish make-up and shrill, apparent distance between the actor and the mythological character they’re taking part in. But it surely’s immersive, and congregative, a monument round which the whole village mobilizes.
The nonetheless frames make us really feel like we’re the viewers for the theater efficiency, however with particular green-room entry, the place the artists’ egos conflict, however not in dramatic gestures, however delicate shuffles of delight. There isn’t any poignant ethical that comes out of the efficiency or the movie. There are overt adjustments of coronary heart within the second half, however these really feel like extensions of the theatrical efficiency—staged, shrill, however you simply can’t take your eyes off it. When Shakespeare stated “All of the world is a stage”, he maybe didn’t imply whole lives are lived as performances, that we will’t and maybe shouldn’t be capable to differentiate our efficiency from our character. Or maybe, that’s precisely what he meant.