Rajesh Khanna, Uttam Kumar, Supriya Devi, and her daughter Soma, ca. 1973, according to the website where I found this. The idea of Kaka and the Mahanayak being in such close proximity somehow sounds like a violation of the laws of physics.
From an article entitled “Uttam Kumar’s secret Keys: An Analysis”:
The unique thing is that he is still popular amongst the male spectator still today, when his films are shown in television even 60 yrs old male spectator stays glued to the television screen as if they are enjoying a sexual intercourse. Even today, the aged spectators, who were in the early 30’s when he died, enjoy an orgasm kind of feeling when they watch an Uttam Kumar film. That it is the reason for the Uttam Kumar film’s commercial viability even after 28yrs of his death.
Okay, so it’s bizarrely phrased, but I think the author is probably on to something. I also love that there are no comments on the original post accusing the author of saying all Bengalis are homosexuals etc etc. I suspect that if someone wrote this same kind of statement about, say, Rajesh Khanna, it’d be total kalyug.
When Uttam Kumar went drinking with Soumitra Chatterjee after a hard day’s work, he would insist on dropping the junior actor home in his chauffeur-driven car. If his offer was declined, the matinee idol would follow Chatterjee in his car to make sure he reached home safely. This anecdote [comes] from none other than Chatterjee himself….
So says this piece in The Telegraph, published last April, and now I have visions of them running towards each other in slowmo to do a 70s masala-style “BHAI???” “BHAI!!!!” embrace as Harry Nilsson* plays.
* Obviously Uttam is the cuddly toy and Soumitra is the up and down.
and young Uttam Kumar. There’s a matinee idol smile if ever I saw one, and he’s not even saving it up for the leading lady. BAM!
What do we think of the stray lock of curls? Romantic? Byronic? Ridiculous?
Aside: Someday I will know enough Bengali to be able to enjoy the sing-along lyrics that show up on DVDs.
When I get my TARDIS, it’s going to be hard to choose whether to go to 60s Calcutta or 70s Bombay first.
Handsome suave pretend(probably)-drunk Uttam in a tuxedo is handsome suave. I’m not a person who falls for cigarettes and booze being waved around insouciantly, but damn if he isn’t working that exact shtick. Madhabi seems unimpressed, though. Be sure you watch til the end for the smile at the camera.
“Ami Agantuk Ami Barta Dilam” from Sankha Bela (from which this gem also comes)
All those twisting extras. The kitten-heeled shoes. The lonely yet festive cluster of balloons. A living room that, unlike those in Hindi cinema with their sunken seating areas that can hold at least 63 people and their inside-out wedding cake stairways and balconies, seems like the kind of place you might actually find yourself someday. Which is not to critique those kinds of wedding-cake Bollywood homes. It’s just nice to stumble across something a bit more relatable sometimes.
- You’re drunk.
- You’re lazy.
- Nothing is ever your responsibility.
- You’re overly demanding.
- The company you keep is questionable, to say the least.
- You indulge in melodrama at all the wrong times.
- You’re self-pitying.
- You’re solipsistic.
- You are most definitely a narcissist.
- Have I mentioned that you’re drunk? And you smell terrible.
- You’re so needy.
- You’re ungrateful bordering on spiteful. Do you kick puppies too?
- You make women so crazy, they become self-loathing.
- You make women so crazy, they degrade themselves even further.
- You make women so crazy, they pull out all their eyebrows and resort to ACT!ING!
- You make women so crazy, they have to enter protection/relocation programs.
I hope someone out there has seen this version of Devdas (1979) so we can discuss it, including, but not limited to, whether it is actually worse than other versions or if the horror of seeing one of your favorite actors play one of your most hated characters can be worked around.
“Aaj Mon Cheyeche Ami Hariye Jabo” from Sankha Bela
Hand to Helen, I have transcribed the text exactly as it appears.
Poor Uttam clearly needs help with his snogging technique. “Snog”, the director said. Not “snort”, Uttam!
(Although she seems to be into it. Proto erotic asphyxiation!)