Plays I watched in Mumbai - Part I
Bad play + Bad Actors = Terrible play
On the very first day of my vacation, I watched two plays. The first play was a 10am, Sunday morning matinee. In this first section of the set, I will describe what was the first thing I endured in my summer vacation.
I don't think I'm some great actor. Yes, everyone should be given the priviledge to perform on stage. Everyone should have the experience of those moments when hundreds of people have their eyes locked upon you. That feeling when you know that you have the power to make everyone's evening an unforgettable one. And, when this power is abused, it enrages me. And, it is with this anger that I write today!
I was really excited about the Konkani play festival. Konkani is a dying language, and I am a supporter of any attempt to encourage literature in Konkani. The number of Konkani's in the world being less than the number of Tamils in Adyar, it is difficult for such a language to survive, and plays in Konkani are really hard to come by. I was really looking forward to a true Konkani play.
I flew in to Mumbai after submitting a project report which I now realised was inconsequential (I shall soon describe this too, but for now, let's stick to the play). My parents picked me up from the airport. They came straight after watching the Saturday night play. The play on Saturday evening was super! Every review drooled over the play, and everyone I met in Mumbai praised it to high heavens. Hence, moments prior to the play on Sunday, the whole hall was abuzz with excitement. Everyone expected the play that had the prime spot (Sunday!) to smash all records set by any Konkani play before. How wrong we were!
It was terrible! There is nothing I can really say about the play other than, "it was terrible!" Now, where should I start? The normal practice is to give one concise paragraph with all the things that went wrong, but this time, I'm going to deviate from this normal practice, and describe in detail what unfurled that day.
First things first, the story was weak! The story had absolutely no pace whatsoever. I refrain from using the word 'slow' because that would imply that the story did move somewhere. This story just refused to budge from where it started. The story is about this one family. The man has lost his parents and his wife in the last couple of months. He lives with his two kids, and plays the role of mother, father, and grandparents to the kids.
In this house, there also lives a servant. He claims to be their distant relative, and forces himself onto the family. He assumes the role of a servant (how? why? I don't know!) and starts helping the family. The servant is non-believer of the hygiene culture and this is made clear by the father and kids who keep asking him to have a bath and wear fresh clothes. His cooking is also well below what is expected, and one wonders why this family lets him stay. After a long period of outdated jokes, the scene changes, and another old uncle enters. This uncle has come with the intention of making the main man, our hero, remarry! After convincing the hero in a jiffy, (the audience is left wondering if our hero really even cared for wife number one), Uncle sets his sights on convincing his American niece (our hero's sister) to remarry.
What is really admirable is the convincing skills the playwright gives this Uncle. In one discussion, he convinces the Hero to remarry. Using this same skill set, he convinces his thirty-seven year-old spinster niece to marry. And, his brilliant selection of a wife for our hero is extremely well-taken by the kids, who seem to show no care for their real mother, and embrace their step-mom as if she was their mother never existed.
Coming back to the story, the hero promptly gets married. And the sister returns one day, and it is revealed to the audience that the servant is really a billionaire, who was the childhood sweetheart of the sister, and has now married her. Now that the hero's parents are no more (the parents were against the sister marrying the billionaire), the sister has decided to make her marriage public, and everyone lives happily ever after.
The story itself was capable of sinking the play, but just to make sure, the lead actor forgot his lines. The prompter had as many dialogues as the hero, and I was of the opinion that he should have been given the lead role instead. Also, the hero found his own lines unbearable funny, with a grin stuck to his face that not even the saddest of lines could remove.
There were one too many nails in this coffin!
At the end, during the curtain call, it was revealed that the whole cast was from just one family. Every single cast member came from the same house. Now, it might be of great pride to them, that they pulled this off, but I'm sorry, just because you are a great actor, that does not mean the rest of your family can act. this would have been a super hit in some family get-together, but when it is such a prestigious event like a festival, I'm sorry but good actors is the need of the hour.
They tried their level best to make the play enjoyable, but their methods were terribly outdated. I'm sorry, but a dance number in the middle of a play is rather hard to digest. Children forgetting their mother who died in an accident two months ago and embracing their step-mom is impossible to accept, and jokes which might have been funny fifteen years ago are not funny any more.
What the play needed was that it be shelved for another, better play. A new play, with new actors, a new story and a new everything! That is the only thing that can really save that play.
I hope there weren't too many people like me, who came only to watch one play. I wish I could go back in time and watch the plays that were staged on Saturday and Friday, but alas, if wishes were horses.....