the honest suffer most
by Douglas
Messerli
Satyajit Ray
(screenwriter and director, based on the play by Henrik Ibsen) গণশত্রু (Gônoshotru) (An
Enemy of the People) / 1989
Although both Gupta’s wife and school-teaching daughter warn him that Nisith may not see it that way, the doctor is shocked by Nisith’s refusal to take action and his insistence, along with the temple official, on denying that it could be possible, since the water served there contains a certain plant that is “known” to purify the water, part of the Hindu tradition. There is obviously no scientific fact behind the religious superstition.
Gupta’s response is to write an article for the newspaper about the
issue so that the people can perceive the danger and action be taken. But the
newspaper editor finally also determines that he cannot publish the essay, that
publishing it will result in protests that will bring the under-subscribed
paper to financial ruin.
Gupta determines, accordingly, that he will have to take up his cause
with the people directly through a public speech. Nisith quickly makes it
impossible for him to rent out any of the major public speaking halls, and
Gupta is forced to rely on his intelligent and friendly future son-in-law,
Ronen (a character who does not exist in the Ibsen play), who as head of a
theater and poetry group, controls the availability of a separate venue.
Naively, Gupta invites his enemies as
well as his supporters to attend, but when his brother shows up, it is clear
that he, the newspaper publisher, and its editor will control the proceedings
in an attempt to disrupt the speech. Although the attending theater actors and
poets loudly plead to hear Gupta’s arguments, others drown them out, and once
more he is sabotaged, described in local graffiti as an “enemy of the people.”
Soon after, Gupta’s daughter, Indrani (Mamata Shankar) is asked to
resign from her teaching position, and Gupta’s chagrined landlord tells the
family that he must ask them to vacate their house. A telephone call from the
hospital tells Gupta that, unless he recants, he no longer has a position
there. When the newspaper editors show up to also ask him to rethink his views,
he demands they leave.
That the director Ray is a true believer in human good has always been
apparent in his works, and is particularly evident in this film as he
transforms Ibsen’s work from a somewhat cynical tragedy into a kind of darkly
comic shift of power, particularly when the newspaper’s assistant editor, the
wise and intelligent Biresh (Subhendu Chatterjee) visits Gupta with Ronen,
explaining he has left his position at the newspaper and as a freelancer will
do an interview with Gupta to be published in Calcutta. A few minutes later
Ronen announces that he has printed up Gupta’s speech and that he and his
theatrical group will distribute it personally to homes. In the background we
suddenly hear voices proclaiming their support of Gupta as a hero, the theater
group marching upon the city.
Unlike Ibsen’s play, accordingly, Ray’s film ends with what several
critics have described as an unbelievable ending. And, on the surface, Ray’s deus ex machina closing does seem
somewhat absurd. The very idea of art coming to the defense of science seems
ludicrous in a world where we have lost the ability to perceive the integration
of the two. But isn’t that precisely what Ibsen was attempting in his play, to
bring through his drama the sheltering wing of protection to a truth-teller
such as Doctor Stockmann—or in this case, the perplexed Ashoke Gupta and his
family?
Ray, sick with heart problems for several years before this film, was
told by his doctors that he should not do any “location” shooting. And the
film, bound to a stage-set, has been criticized by other critics as being
non-cinematic. In fact, like several of Hitchcock films (most notably Rope and Dial M for Murder) this work, shot in tight quarters, demonstrates
Ray’s cinematographical artistry by focusing his camera on the surfaces and
doorways of his rooms and, most importantly, upon his actor’s faces, as they
react, sometimes in controlled shock, at other times in total disbelief of the
events that transpire between them. Ray’s work reminds us, in fact, that actors
do indeed have faces—to restate the
comment of Billy Wilder’s Nora Desmond. Yes, Ibsen’s play—even in Ray’s
reinterpretation—is, at times, an intellectual exercise—but what a glorious
enterprise it is: perhaps even enough to help us drop our absurd superstitions
and embrace what knowledge of the vast unknowable world we can claim.
Los Angeles, February 10, 2104
Reprinted from World Cinema Review (February 2014).
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