V. Shantaram was an artist of conscience who dedicated himself to using the filmic arts as a means to further social causes. At the time Do Ankhen Barah Haath, Shantaram was a good few years beyond his most acclaimed works.
Adaptations of books have a history of being derided by the author, but few are as dramatic an example as J’irai cracher sur vos tombes. Minutes into the premiere screening, the author dropped dead.
A lone samurai making his way home late at night meets a defenseless woman. So begins the horror of Kaneto Shindô’s tale of ghosts, vengeance, and the wrongs visited upon women by entitled men.
The Black Rose takes the female-centric swashbuckling of wuxia cinema and the heroics of Chinese folklore and places them in a contemporary setting. It also pays service to the James Bond films.
Had I known several years ago that I could be watching films that combined wrestling, men in togas throwing boulders, giant monsters, and Kumkum, I never would have bothered with Mother India.