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A Tale of a
Naughty Girl
(Manda
Meyer Upakhyan)
Director:
Buddhadeb Dasgupta
Country:
India
Year:
2002
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CAST:
Samata Das, Rituparna Sengupta, Arpan Basar, Ramgopal Bajaj,
Tapash Paul
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"Mind,
body all men care about is their dangling few inches."
a young prostitute in A Tale of a Naughty Girl
Buddhadeb Dasgupta has long been considered
one of the major forces in Indian cinema (hardly news to
those who saw The Wrestlers at the 2000 Festival). Poetic
and haunting, A Tale of a Naughty Girl doesn't just
reaffirm this reputation; it underscores it in the most
vivid way possible. Dasgupta's latest finds poetry and hope
in the darkest and least hopeful places. Set at the time
of the first moon landing, this poignant film recounts a
young girl's overwhelming need to escape her provincial
life and the tawdry destiny that awaits her contrasting
NASA's technocratic victory with the travails of Lati, a
small-town prostitute's daughter.
The film opens with the ostensible villain,
wealthy businessman and cinema owner Badu, as he watches
rape scenes from contemporary films, clipped together on
a specially produced reel. The more tactile object of his
lust is the virginal Lati, whose mother is determined to
escape her dreary, doomed existence by marrying off her
daughter. Instead, the educated Lati dreams of leaving Gospaira
a town so disreputable cabbies won't even go there.
Dasgupta juxtaposes Lati's tale with the history of the
women who wind up in the sex trade: one is tossed out by
her husband; another supports hers. These women know they're
in a version of hell, but steel themselves with cynical
humour, which makes Lati's resolve to escape her fate all
the more touching.
Exquisitely photographed and designed,
A Tale of a Naughty Girl contrasts ethereal elements
(Lati is consistently framed against the moon, a symbol
of escape) with an all-too-worldly reality. Close-ups of
a rotting tree underline Badu's motives, but in the same
forest, Lati sees the teacher who has opened her eyes to
the world a reminder of what is possible.
In some ways despite its period
setting the film seems utterly contemporary, implicitly
contrasting Badu's misogynist obsessions with our own violent
and image-obsessed culture. It may well be worthy of that
overused term: masterpiece.
Steve Gravestock
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