Jalsaghar (1958)

3 01 2009

In a lot of ways, this is Ray’s weakest film. A story that echoes Citizen Kane but is divided into three musical performances? Sounds like a completely terrible idea and possibly unnecessary since Ray would go on to do another very Kane-esque film in Nayak / Hero (1966) but the music is just really great here. I’ve always been fond of Ray’s music and this film is really just an excuse for him to go crazy with his score. It is a little tedious at times, which isn’t all that surprising considering how much time Ray devotes to the three concerts, but this flawed structure ends up being part of its charm.

Like Welles’ Citizen Kane before it, and Ray’s own Nayak after it, Jalsghar tells the story of a wealthy and successful individual who slowly begins to realize his life is shallow and empty. In this case, the main’s character emotional collapse is attributed to not only his age, but also his declining fortune. Unlike the aforementioned films, the character’s state is worsened by the death of his wife and teenage son. It’s easy to criticize Ray’s rather incident-driven timeline, but its the sort of tragic drama that I’ve come to expect from him, at least every now and then. More often than not, Ray has to have someone die for his stories to progress, which would be a problem if he didn’t seem to put so much effort in fleshing out these characters. They are ultimately just plot points, which is always a bad thing, but the deaths here (with the exception of the film’s finale) are dramatically played down.

Many people seem to be fond of one time theater actor Chhabi Biswas’ performance, but while he does fill his role without too many problems, I would have much rather seen some of the more familiar faces of Ray’s work. Obviously, Soumitra Chatterjee would not have been old enough to play the main role and at this point, he had yet to collaborate with Ray, but it was still disappointing to not be able to see Ray’s usual players. Especially in a film like this, in which most of the “drama” is rather kitschy and embarrassing. This isn’t exactly Biswas’ fault, but the sequence towards the end where he reaches some sort of epiphany is made a complete joke by the goofy horror movie music in the background. I guess no one could really make such a sequence feel subtle, but Biswas certainly doesn’t help make it feel any less ridiculous.

So why did I end up enjoying this? Well, again, the music (from the performances, not the previously mentioned horror movie music) is absolutely fantastic. In addition, the performance seem to nicely break up most of the melodrama, making it a bit less noticable. It also helps that I do enjoy watching Ray’s free-roaming aesthetic, even if the content isn’t exactly suited towards my taste. It’s not as though this film is anywhere close to Days and Nights in the Forest, but it isn’t any worse than Abhijan and it is a hell of a lot better than The Chess Players.



3 responses

4 01 2009
André Dias

This text of yours resumes for me what’s wrong with most people writing about cinema. You seem completely distracted of the film’s force, since you weren’t touched by it. But why would someone write about something that didn’t touched them? Money! But wait, are you being paid? You hope to eventually get paid in the future for this? So this might be training? I see… It’s just that you put so much effort and detail on judging the film’s qualities and defects that nothing alive, not one idea comes out of it. I’ve seen the film twice and loved it. No one could tell by your description that the main character’s obsession with music led him to neglect his family and that’s why they die! You just mention those deaths as one more element of the film’s construction, like narrative abstractions. It’s not even formalism, it’s just dumb. I have a quote for you from Quintín: «Se habla de cine desde una perspectiva que nunca excluye cierta dimensión ética y, al discutir una película, se trata de esclarecer la posición del realizador frente a su obra. En cambio, es raro que en esas discusiones se elogie la actuación, la fotografía o el argumento, la típica conversación que identifica a los asnos cinematográficos en los festivales…» (Hope you can read Spanish!). I was interested in your blog, since it presented a nice structure just with texts on rare films. But I only needed to read one of your critics to understand I have nothing to learn here. Sorry for being so harsh, but you deeply irritated my fond memory of that particular Satyajit Ray film.

12 10 2017
sharmila ghosh

Your observation is correct.He has not understood the film and the pace which to him seems tedious is just what the film needs .Wonderful film and and it is a film which grows with you and like all Ray films needs multiple viewing.It is obvious this man has not understood the film

5 01 2009
Jake Savage

All comments, good or bad, are always welcomed here and are always appreciated. On the other hand, I get the feeling you misunderstand my thoughts on the film. I didn’t hate this film, a all. In fact, I have yet to see a Satyajit Ray film that I haven’t at least somewhat enjoyed. In this case, I think he was hurt by a rather predictable story, even if it wasn’t any less human. Saying that the man’s downfall was directly connected to his appreciation of music is accurate, if not somewhat too simple. I think there was a plenty of other factors, but I didn’t mention any “cause” as it would seem short-sighted, even though I feel that I implied it through most of my text. Sorry if that didn’t come through.

On a completely different note, the reason I write about films, even if they don’t emotionally overwhelm me, is so I can have discussions with people who do like the film more, such as yourself.

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