Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
The Merchant-Ivory-Jhabvala filmmaking team took a break from features to produce this
semi-documentary peek inside a hidden corner of Indian culture, the 'courtesans' of
a large apartment block called Pavan Pool, circa 1983.
The 16mm camera takes an ethnographic interest in every detail of life in Pavan Pool,
combining straight documentary footage with staged material. Well-known actor Saeed
Jaffrey appears as not himself but an anonymous part-time film actor who likes to
attend performance nights at Pavan Pool. He often addresses the camera directly to
explain what we're seeing. Two other less familiar actors also take turns narrating
parts of the minimalist story.
Kareem Samar plays a rent collector with the unenviable task of trying to make the
residents pay. He balances their endless excuses with mostly toothless threats, as
the absentee landlord would never stoop to admit that he owned the property, let
alone visit it. Samar prides himself on not taking sexual advantage of the female
tenants, as did his predecessor.
Zohar Segal is (or plays) an aged courtesan, now retired. She explains the workings of
the Pavan Pool complex while preparing a spicy pickle recipe.
The apartment block is home to hundreds of people, sleeping more than ten to a room with
many more encamped in hallways and on the roof. The women do all of the work and earn
most of the money. The occasional male musician is an exception to the rule, as most of
the men gamble, lollygag and pimp for a living.
The courtesans are primarily entertainers who dance and sing for casual male callers. On any
given night the guests have their choice of many rooms to visit. Younger dancers who put
modern moves into their routines or sing songs from the movies fill rooms with admirers, while
more traditional entertainers play to empty chambers. The men dole out money to the courtesans
in generous tips. We are told that in many cases their families back home are left alone and unfed.
Segal explains that giving birth to a pretty girl child in the Pavan Pool is a blessing. One
beautiful girl often provides support for an entire family, whereas boys tend to join the
shiftless gamblers and drug users down in the patio. An attractive boy may wear clothing paid
for by several admiring courtesan girlfriends.
With its music and dance performances The Courtesans of Bombay would be a stunning documentary
if it distinguished between authentic material and staged content. Even though there may literally
be no difference, we have to trust the filmmakers as to the accuracy employed. The Merchant-Ivory
team has a reputation beyond reproach, but doubts are raised by obvious staged content such as two
courtesans sneaking messages to a shared boyfriend. The film lists a costume designer, a credit we
don't expect to see on a documentary.
Home Vision's DVD of The Courtesans of Bombay is a good encoding of a 16mm show shot for
England's BBC 4 television; the image is somewhat soft and the colors pale. The soundtrack is
very clear, however.
The disc's extra is a second one-hour documentary of equal interest, The Street Musicians of Bombay
by Merchant-Ivory's house composer Richard Robbins. It stems from his experiences in Bombay watching
street musicians, and is simply a lengthy look at the city's many street beggars and their elaborate
musical acts, from a solitary boy singing a song about his faraway province to a man who attracts
attention with baskets of deadly snakes. There is also a colorful group of self-castrati who describe
themselves as neither male nor female. They are seen entertaining a rich family celebrating a new
child and put on a fine show complete with funny songs about the pregnancy experience and (of course)
the noble trait of generosity.
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor,
The Courtesans of Bombay rates:
Movie: Very Good
Sound: Very Good
Supplements: extra docu The Street Musicians of Bombay
Packaging: Keep case
Reviewed: April 20, 2005
Republished by permission of Turner Classic Movies.
DVD Savant Text © Copyright 2007 Glenn Erickson