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You sense you are in the presence of something extraordinarily creative the minute you step into the world of Sanjay Leela Bhansalis Bajirao Mastani, a costume drama clothed in the conceit of the times when royal arrogance permitted social injustices as a birthright, and brought to incandescent life by a filmmaker who understands the layered language of opulence better than any contemporary filmmaker.
By now everyone knows Bajirao Mastani is the story of forbidden love between Peshwa Bajirao Ballal and Mastani, the warrior-princess who falls in love after he comes to her kingdoms rescue. Its also the story of Kashibai, Bajiraos gamine-like wife whos the most interesting character in the tempestuous triangle. The three roles are infused with infinite irradiance by Ranveer, Deepika and Priyanka. They bring to the directors passionate palate an inner conviction that eventually leave us spellbound and hankering for more.
The magician who uses colours to convey emotions Bhansali conceives the Bajirao-Mastani liaison as a striking fusion of the saffron and green colours. The two colours dominate Bhansalis palate, spilling over in streams of drama. The spoken words are at once colloquial and royal, so that the audience dont get isolated from the cascade of rhetorics. Indeed Prakash Kapadias dialogues are, in many vital ways, the plots backbones. The characters exhale a verbal vitality that never slips into verbosity. We cant imagine them speaking in any other way.
I specially liked a sequence where Deepikas Mastani, armed with the confidence of a woman consumed by love no matter how forbidden, barges into the christening ceremony of her lovers legitimate baby boy. When taunted for tainting the occasion with green, Mastani gently reminds the congregation that saffron and green, are at the end of the day, blood brothers used in Hindu and Muslim religious events.
This is a film to view many times, once just for the way colours are used to convey emotions. When Bajirao heads home after a war victory his buoyant wife dances with a gigantic saffron flag unfurling in tandem with her joyous heart. The visual and emotional impact of the moment is so exhilarating , you want to clutch Kashibais ecstasy close to your heart.
In another moment when colours talk, we have Bajiraos wife and mother sharing a bonding based on mutual grief sewing saffron flags, the mother( the brilliant Tanvi Azmi) wryly laughing about Bajiraos sudden eruption of passion for Mastani and saying, We might as well be sewing green flags from now on.”
The uncontrollable mutual passion between the Maratha warrior and half-Muslim princess is unleashed so fast and furiously that you sometimes wish the indefatigable narrative would slow down so we can catch our breath. Rajesh Pandeys editing leaves no room for punctuations in the relationships as they crisscross across the compelling canvas with battle-like urgency.
The war sequences so crucial to the efficacy of the plot, are done with splendid skill. Even here Bhansali focuses more on the emotions underlining the desperate aggression rather than just the grandeur. Whether it is Mastani gazing at Bajirao with an adoration that Madhubala had last shown for Dilip Kumar in Mughal-e-zam or Bajirao the warrior tearing through a field of wounded soldiers, cinematographer Sudeep Chatterjee mines the epic canvas for human emotions that lie buried too deep for tears.
The films looks and feels gloriously epic. The songs composed by Bhansali come on very frequently never intruding on the theme of love and war but rather enhancing the theme with sumptuous supreme supplementation.
The Mughal-e-Azam legacy looms large over Bhansals narration. It is no coincidence that Ranveer Singh resembles the young Dilip Kumar from K Asifs film and that Birju Maharajs exquisite choreography for Deepikas Mohe rang do laal dance number echoes Madhubalas Mohe panghat pe nandalal from the Asifs war-romance epic. And when Deepika is