‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ Plays Like a Jukebox Movie, But That’s Not a Bad Thing

The narrative serves as mere buildup for Queen’s biggest hits. But the best parts are seeing the lyrics, karaoke style, loom larger than life.

A Queen movie in India feels like such a significant thing. The band was so deeply important to so many people who grew up in the 80s, and generations after that inherited that love – and that music – in different ways. CDs in your parents’ car, old hit songs you just knew by heart without knowing how you knew them; the vision, the spectre of Freddie Mercury.

Bohemian Rhapsody does service to those memories – it plays like a jukebox movie, like the Mamma Mia films, an excuse for narrative build-up until the big hits. It also builds on the existing memory of the band in interesting, if not entirely satisfying, ways, and is an immersive and memorable watch.

The story embedded within Bohemian Rhapsody is one of accepting your roots and identity. The film begins Freddie Mercury’s journey by showing him watching musical acts at bars and pubs at night, rebelling against his parents, particularly his father. His father encourages good thoughts, good deeds, to which Mercury responds, “Where did that get you?”

He is also unequivocally uninterested in his Parsi heritage, being confronted with it at odd times in public and therefore denying it at home. When he performs with future Queen bandmates for the first time, one of them introduces him as “Fred Bul… sara.” The crowd is amused and confused and unwilling to listen to this name (they also yell out the slur, “who’s the Paki?”). All of that changes once he sings, of course; his mastery over the music and his initially flamboyant but then enrapturing stage presence means his name doesn’t matter at all. And that’s what he wants.

When his bandmates and girlfriend Mary visit his home, his mother (Meneka Das) brings out photo albums: Freddie looks at the camera in black-and-white, dressed as a boxer. Mercury is quick to deflect attention from these albums, from stories of why his parents left India for Zanzibar and then moved to England because they had to. He announces his name: Freddie Mercury. The camera here makes sure to linger on a shot of his father (Ace Bhatti), who looks, disappointed, at the photo of the boxer. “You can’t get anywhere,” his father says, “by denying who you are.”

The film, despite its directorial problems off-screen – Brian Singer was replaced, toward the end, by Dexter Fletcher – and its obvious partiality, given band members Brian May and Roger Taylor’s creative involvement in the film, still tells a good story. It tracks the newly baptised Freddie Mercury and his journey with Queen – their runaway success, their tour in the US, Mercury’s developing relationships with men and his alienation from Mary, the creation of Bohemian Rhapsody. It is during this creation that Mercury seems to own himself, in parallel with owning his roots. Studio executive Roy Foster (Mike Myers) is dismissing Bohemian Rhapsody, asking what all those funny words are – Galileo, Scaramouche… Ishmillah? –Mercury, looking ponderingly out of the window, replies only to the last one. “Bismillah.” He is literally uttering South Asia where he had not before.

After the success of Bohemian Rhapsody and its album, A Night at the Opera, Mercury changes, shifts. Things with Mary are tenuous; he is having more one-night stands with men, he is beginning a relationship with one of Queen’s managers Paul Prenter, which will then alienate him from his bandmates and launch him on a solo career. He grows increasingly more insufferable, and also more alone. When he finally fires Prenter, he utters that word again: “Home.” This is in marked contrast with how Prenter sees him: Mercury was always that frightened Paki boy, he says, illustrating exactly how little he understands.

The film is bookended by Queen’s iconic 1985 Live Aid performance. Mercury cuts off toxic influences, returns to his bandmates, and signs up Queen for this massive charity concert. It is when he comes back home to announce this to his father that he says the very words that first he dismissed: “Good thoughts, good words, good deeds.”

The film takes specific liberties with how it tweaks real events. Mercury’s HIV diagnosis, in particular, is revealed earlier on than he chose to reveal it in his real life. His bandmates are aware of it before the performance. The way the relationship with Mary is different from Mercury’s relationship with men is also a curious choice; his most lasting connection, on and off screen, was with Mary, but there is something slightly false in how Rami Malek and Lucy Boynton play these parts.

The music saves them again, though, and the music is inarguably the highlight of the film. It serves a dual purpose: as a ‘Greatest Hits’ playlist that will rekindle old memories for some, and bring the music alive for new, slightly unfamiliar listeners. A scene with Malek and Boynton in particular, that is set against ‘Love of My Life’, is beautiful and makes great use of a song that will become a classic all over again. The creation of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’; the use of ‘Somebody to Love’; even ‘I’m in Love with my Car’. All of these songs come to life and the best parts of the movie are seeing the lyrics, karaoke style, loom larger than life.

Shreya Ramachandran is a writer based in Mumbai. 

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We Can’t Expect Any Support From the Establishment or the Film Fraternity

Nothing much has changed from the time I was attacked by goons 17 years ago, says director Hansal Mehta

Nothing much has changed from the time I was attacked by goons 17 years ago, says director Hansal Mehta.

Hansal Mehta. Credit: Hansal Mehta/Facebook

Hansal Mehta. Credit: Hansal Mehta/Facebook

Last week Sanjay Leela Bhansali (SLB) was attacked in Jaipur by a fringe group called the Karni Sena which claimed that SLB’s film Padmavati, currently under production, “distorted history”. Of course this Sena did not have access to Padmavati’s script nor can they claim to have seen the film. Once again the mob and its misguided fury found an easy target in Indian filmdom. Once again, the Hindi film ‘fraternity’ brandished hashtags like #IStandbySLB and ‘condemned’ this act. Once again, the establishment maintained an uncomfortably lengthy silence and issued a customary statement denouncing this act of violence and vandalism.

I tried to make my point – maybe not expressing my anger in the most eloquent of ways and perhaps with similar crudity as the perpetrators of this act – through a tweet that read:

This tweet set off a series of trolls who flung the choicest of abuses at me, at a religion that I don’t practice, at a country that I am not a citizen of, at possibly everything they could term ‘anti-national’, as is the wont with these self proclaimed patriots and protectors of Indian culture. There was nothing remotely cultured about their response. A series of tweets by me to explain my stand were, of course, ignored. The mob after all wants to vent its fury, not indulge in healthy debate.

In this piece, I try once again to clear my stand and to voice my concerns beyond 140 characters. I feel compelled to do so because there are many like me who are constantly called names, massively abused and often silenced by these nameless, faceless and mostly cowardly voices. This piece is for all those voices that seek sanity from the majority and freedom from the repression meted out by the powers that encourage this violent, rabid herd of fringe elements. This piece is also for many of us who choose to be mute spectators to these violations, who choose to remain silent and instead resort to compromise with elements that continue to threaten democratic expression. When I refer to myself in this piece I think I refer to many like me, who might find some expression through what I am trying to say…

You made your point… without trying to hear mine.

And that is precisely my problem with the rabid-abuse brigade that pounces to execute you when you try to raise your voice. I want to clarify that I have no political affiliation and I never did. I have been opposed to the establishment because I believe that the BJP or Congress (or any other outfit for that matter) are simply names given to groups of opportunistic people who want to control us rather than govern us. The establishment wants to impose goondaism on my fundamental rights in the name of secularism, nationalism and all the mumbo-jumbo jingoisms that are paraded around in the name of progress and democracy. I not only oppose this kind of control, I detest it.

The establishment angers me. It angers me because it does nothing for us but gives us the impression that it is by pretending to uphold what is not theirs to uphold anyway – it is theirs to practice just like it is mine. My right to dissent, my right to opine, my right to oppose, my right to resist, my right to protest, my right to expression, my right to freedom. Any attack on these whether through a fellow artiste or any other citizen of my country provoke me to exercise my dissenting voice. I don’t care about left, right or centre as long as my fundamental rights in a democracy are respected and upheld without prejudice and with respect.

When I said that I would not rise for the national anthem before the start of a film in cinema halls – to register my protest against the constant persecution of artistes by fringe groups – I was trolled. I was abused. My family, religion, sexuality, patriotism, nationalism, secularism and many unprintable attributes were abused by nameless, faceless ‘representatives’ of morality and nationalism. Nobody understood (or even tried to understand) the symbolism behind my statement. If the establishment – covertly, through its deliberate silence – supports the violation of my fundamental rights, I will oppose it with disobedience to the rules it seeks to impose upon me. Why will I disobey? Because my disobedience will spark outrage and hopefully that outrage will shake them out of their continued and deliberate ignorance of our plight. If the establishment chooses to fail me, I choose to disobey that establishment. It is an uncomfortable stance. But in the face of such adversity my comfort will anyway remain short-lived and incomplete.

When goons claiming allegiance to the Shiv Sena attacked me 17 years ago (objecting to some dialogue, which I am still unaware of, in my film Dil Pe Mat Le Yaar), when they vandalised my office, when they blackened my face, neither the establishment nor the fraternity did anything. I don’t blame them. There was no Twitter then. There were no hashtags. No way to support me (or abuse me) from the comfort of a desktop computer or mobile device. Even if these did exist, my plight would have been reduced to a hashtag, my blackened face would have adorned timelines and tabloids.

Precious little has changed since that day. Except that I now find it unfair to expect much from the fraternity. Sometimes I feel it is even incorrect to call ourselves a fraternity. We unite boisterously to celebrate and disintegrate silently in the face of adversity. We lament our plight but refuse to acknowledge the threat. We sleep with the enemy and expect to escape tyranny. Like our films, we expect convenient escapes and simplistic solutions. We would rather take cover in appeasement than explore a deeper understanding of the human condition.

I did not mean to write this piece as a complaint and I will try not to end this on a note of cynicism. I made that mistake 17 years ago and made films without a voice or a conscience for nearly a decade. I will not let the system render me comatose again. I will continue to voice my opinions through my films, through my social networks – without fear and without prejudice. I end in the hope that the voice of dissent from some of us will eventually become the voice of a citizenry that wants its freedom to be respected and the values enshrined in its constitution to be upheld. I end in the hope that there is a sustained protest beyond hashtags and that our protest is registered (and acted upon by) those who try to control us. I end in the hope that that those who try to control us will actually try to control the menace. I end in the faith that there is a new beginning lurking somewhere on the horizon. I end in the hope that beyond all this lunacy there is a larger mass of sanity that will eventually prevail.

But how can I end this piece without some response to the numerous requests I have received over the weekend through anonymous ‘fans’ on Twitter. Some of you have ‘dared’ me to make a film on Prophet Muhammad, on Islam. I will if a compelling script is presented to me. Just like I will not hesitate to call a spade a spade (irrespective of caste, colour, political affiliation or religion) if my script and my conviction warrant that. Some of you have asked me to leave India for Pakistan. I would love to visit Pakistan because I love their cuisine, I love their music, I love their artistes as much as I hate the people that strive to create barriers of hatred to fulfil their frustrations. I love Pakistan almost as much as I love India, I respect Islam as much as I respect my religion and I hate bigots irrespective of which religion or country they belong to. To the others who have used colourful language and choice expletives to try and bring me down, I can only wish that this talent with words was channelised towards more productive pursuits.

Picture abhi baaki hain mere dost…

As I finish writing this I’ve been told that a ‘compromise’ has been reached between the fringe group and SLB Productions. Details of the compromise are sketchy, yet what is clear is that once again a filmmaker has been bullied into acquiescence. The man who was decorated with a Padmashri last year has been stripped off his dignity while we will either criticise him, sympathise with him or simply move on. Until next time.

Hansal Mehta is the director of Shahid and Aligarh.

Why Strike, Dear Students of FTII, When an Incredible India Awaits You?

When a democratically elected government with a sweeping majority recruits a person to steer you into the new world, you resist. They must be right. Because you are wrong.

A noted director writes an open letter to the students of the Film and Television Institute of India

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Dear Students of FTII,

Why are you on strike? Why are you not attending your classes? Don’t you have a reputation for going on strike at the slightest provocation? Don’t you realise that your institution needs change?

Your chairperson is an eminent member of the film and television industry with many notable films, 700 television serials including an iconic portrayal as Yudhisthir. He has 20 years of administrative experience with the film industry. Besides his enviable track record he is also a member of the ruling party. He is a nationalist. He believes that films with a good message make for good cinema. He has been appointed by a government that promises ‘achchhe din’. I am telling you dear silly students, Gajendra Chauhan is the man.

My dear students, you are living in a bubble. Your seniors from the institute were also living in a delusionary world. They were pretending to be inspired by the likes of DeSica, Truffaut, Goddard, Tarkovsky, Fellini, Ray. What use is Truffaut or Goddard or Fellini when your films cannot earn even a fraction of what Chauhan’s illustrious films have earned? Guys, you need a reality check. And Chauhan is the man to give you that. The truth is that you have been force-fed a diet of films made by commies and made to believe that this was cinema. Why? Because your institute was governed by commies like Saeed Mirza and his ilk. These commies are depressing people who make depressing films about the human condition. Nobody watches their films.

Friends, change is around the corner. Embrace it. We have a new government. We have the promise of a new, incredible India. We are now a country run by proud nationalists. Your cinema must reflect this new nationalism. The new wave of Indian cinema will emerge from the nationalistic cinema espoused by Chauhan and the sensible members of the FTII society who have not resigned their posts. Forget losers like Jahnu Barua, Pallavi Joshi and Santosh Sivan who resigned from the council. They are simply not cut out for the transformation that you are so stupidly depriving yourselves of. They have been part of some depressing films and their work deserves to be condemned. Ever wondered why the government appointed them to your society in the first place? I’ll tell you why. This government is very fair. They believe in equal representation. Unfortunately, none of you realise it. You have been blinded by the propaganda of the Left, without realising that the pot of gold is actually to be found on the Right.

You find my reasoning warped? Then learn from some of your illustrious seniors and industry leaders. They protested against the appointment of Pahlaj Nihalani as censor board chief. At a meeting held in Delhi and an austere Mumbai five-star hotel, the good minister assured these wise men (and women) that ‘all ijj well’. Nihalani is still the CBFC chairperson and really all is very, very well. What did you tell the minister in Delhi when he gave you precious minutes of his time? Why do you tick people off? Learn from your seniors. Capitulate to force, surrender to nationalism and you will reap the benefits of this new, free Bharat. Communism is long dead. Prostrate or perish.

Mukesh ‘Shaktimaan’ Khanna is the Children’s Film Society of India chairperson and he is going to transform children’s films in the country. He is also a worthy supporter of the ruling party and distinguished alumnus of FTII. Listen to him, he is inspirational. He wants you to accept this appointment and move on with your academic work. If you do not like this appointment you live in a democracy. You have every right to leave this institution. Understand and hang on to every word Shaktimaan says. Or perish.

I’ve watched your shallow defence of your unjustified cause on national television. A senior member of the film industry was right when he said that your institution has gone to the dogs in the past 10 years or so. Your institute has unleashed rubbish all these years – all in the name of art. When a democratically elected government with a sweeping majority recruits a person to steer you into the new world, you resist. They must be right. Because you are wrong.

Come on guys, chase that pot of gold. Achchhe din await you.

Jai Hind.

Hansal Mehta

Hansal Mehta is a television and film director who has not studied at FTII. Among his films are the sex-comedy Yeh Kya Ho Raha Hai, the unreleased Raakh, the unreleased Anjaan and the released Woodstock Villa. Among his other films are Dil Pe Mat Le Yaar, Shahid, Citylights and the yet to be released Aligarh. He spends most of his time making movies for himself and in his free time writes open letters that deal with closed issues.

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