Uttam Kumar: The Mahanayak as Producer and Director

The legacy of Uttam Kumar as an actor and star remains unchallenged even forty years after his death. But he donned many other hats as well – he was as successful as a producer and director, was a singer and also composed music. Cinemaazi editor Shantanu Ray Chaudhuri looks at his contribution to cinema as a producer and director. 

With the perspicacity that marked all his observations, Satyajit Ray said of Uttam Kumar: ‘I understand that Uttam worked in something like 250 films. I have no doubt that well over 200 of them will pass into oblivion, if they have not already done so. This is inevitable in a situation where able performers outnumber able writers and directors. Even the best of actors loses his edge and languishes without a steady supply of worthy material to keep him on his mettle. It is even worse with stars, whom circumstances have brought to a pitch where they must stick to their image or topple.’

And though it is true that most of Uttam Kumar’s films have not aged well and do not quite stand the test of time, it is equally true that, as Ray observed, ‘an artiste must always be judged by his best work’. On that count, Uttam Kumar’s best has seldom been bettered by anyone in Bengali cinema in the forty years since his death. What makes his work in cinema even more remarkable is that it was not limited to acting. He also had an enviable degree of success as a producer, director, singer and composer. He composed the music for the 1966 film Kaal Tumi Aleya, and its songs ‘Ami jai chole jai’ (Hemanta Kumar) and ‘Moner manush phirlo ghare’ (Asha Bhosle) give an inkling of his credentials as a composer. His understanding of film music and playback has been well documented with even Soumitra Chatterjee acknowledging the lessons he learned from Uttam Kumar on this aspect of cinema.
 

As a producer he had an uncanny sense of backing just the right film as evidenced by the almost 100 per cent success rate of these films at the box office. But equally important in his choice of films as producer is that they hold their own among the best of Bengali cinema even sixty years after they were made, be it Harano Sur (1957) or Saptapadi (1961), under the banner of Alochhaya Productions, or Jatugriha (1964), Grihadaha (1967), Bhranti Bilas (1963) and Uttar Phalguni (1963) which were produced by Uttam Kumar Films Pvt. Ltd. Interestingly enough, each of these films is based on a well-known work by doyens of literature: James Hilton’s Random Harvest (Harano Sur), Tarashankar Bandopadhyay (Saptapadi), Subodh Ghosh (Jatugriha), Saratchandra Chatterjee (Grihadaha), Shakespeare via Ishwarchandra Vidyasagar (Bhranti Bilas) and Nihar Ranjan Gupta (Uttar Phalguni). But his most enduring contribution as producer remains the selflessness that he brought to his own roles in these films. There is none of the insecurity or ego that Dhritiman Chaterji mentions (in the documentary Talking Head) vis-à-vis his experience while shooting for Jadu Bansha (1974), where Chaterji’s monologue was eventually shot with only the mahanayak in frame instead of being an over-the-shoulder shot as initially planned (while Chaterji delivering the monologue is seen through a mirror in the frame) after the star insisted it be done that way. 
It goes without saying that in both Harano Sur and Saptapadi it is Suchitra Sen who has the meatier role and in fact even preceded Uttam Kumar in the credit billing. Uttar Phalguni of course is an out-and-out Suchitra Sen vehicle with Uttam not even acting in the film. Arundhati Devi matches him scene-for-scene in Jatugriha (which was loosely remade as Ijaazat by Gulzar), providing a scintillating duel between two actors at the top of their game. And despite being an Uttam-Suchitra film, the characters in Grihadaha are not starry-eyed lovers in the way they are in the other films starring the two. There’s a great deal of complexity that underlines the relationship here and that goes against the box-office grain of their other outings together. Uttam Kumar gives a glimpse of his ability to set aside star egos, letting Pradip Kumar hog the limelight and walk away with the accolades in what is his finest hour as an actor. The only film here that does not quite work for me is Bhranti Bilas, and that I suspect owes a lot to Gulzar’s Angoor (1982), which beats Uttam Kumar’s original hollow when it comes to laughs. 

Unfortunately, the star could not bring his acumen as producer to his maiden Hindi venture, Chhoti Si Mulaqat (1967), which dealt a blow to his efforts at gaining a foothold in Bombay. Also, the vision that marked his stint as producer is lacking in the three films he directed: Shudu Ekti Bachhar (1966), Bonpalashir Padabali (1973) and Kalankini Kankabati (1981).
Shudhu Ekti Bachhar is the kind of romcom that Uttam Kumar should have done well in his sleep. And given that this was made at the peak of his powers as an actor, and after close to fifteen years in the industry, it is that much more of a disappointment. Written by the well-known lyricist Gauriprasanna Majumdar, the story must have looked good on paper. Bijayalakshmi Ray or Jaya (Supriya Devi) and Sanjay Chaudhuri (Uttam Kumar) are forced to go through a sham marriage for a year after their solicitors tell them that as per their respective grandfathers’ wills, they stand to lose all their property otherwise. Of course, with the two of them having rubbed each other the wrong way right at the start and given her haughty temperament, it is never going to be a smooth ride.  However, the screenplay never soars and the comic potential is seldom realized though Uttam is good enough with Sanjay’s muttered asides on the tantrums Jaya throws and the latter’s irritation with the rituals foisted on her by overzealous uncles and aunts. The writing is patchy with large stretches where nothing happens and digressions like the one in Rajasthan, with its bathos-inducing uncle who sees in Sanjay the son he has lost. It does not help that with the resolution a foregone conclusion, it takes so long to get there, incorporating now-tired tropes like each of them trying to get the other jealous by bringing in beaus (Uttam Kumar even making a hash of it in a faux drunken scene). Also, dialogues like ‘love causes a flame which causes possessiveness’ and Supriya Devi’s anglicized dialogues (‘You are a stupid’) don’t help. Even the songs aren’t a patch on what you expect the combination of Robin Chatterjee-Hemanta Kumar-Gauriprasanna-Uttam to come up with, and if you take away the celestial ‘Swapno jagano raat’, the rest of the album is rather lacklustre.  

  The star is on much surer ground as a director in Bonpalashir Padabali. Much of that owes itself to the strength of the source material, Ramapada Chowdhury’s much-acclaimed novel of the same name. A brilliant work of Bengali literature that vividly depicts life in rural Bengal through a mosaic of characters, the novel won the inaugural Rabindranath Tagore Memorial International Prize and has been described as ‘a stunningly vibrant and intensely human work that serves to reaffirm [Ramapada Chowdhury’s] reputation as a master story-teller in the Bengali language’. The author’s works have been adapted into acclaimed films such as Tapan Sinha’s Ekhoni (1972) and Ek Doctor Ki Maut (1992) and Mrinal Sen’s Kharij (1982) and Ek Din Achanak (1989). And it is the power of the novel that makes a mark even in Uttam Kumar’s often-convoluted screenplay.  What the film adaptation lacks is a central focus. Is it Girija (Bikash Ray in a brilliantly etched role), the schoolteacher who returns to his village, through whose eyes we see many of the events, and whose family makes up many of the film’s characters? Or is it Attama (Molina Devi), the only one other than Girija who remains in the village as the narrative ends and whose loving relationship with Girija is such an important part of the narrative? Is it the doctor (Anil Chatterjee), the outsider, who gets an insight into life in rural Bengal? Or is it Udash Kotal (Uttam Kumar), the man of the soil who acts in the local jatras, dreams of getting a licence to run his own bus service, is married to a harridan and gets increasingly obsessed with Padma (Supriya Devi). A novel can take into its ambit multiple strands and characters but a screenplay needs to weed out the inessentials and find a core. Which is where the writer in Uttam Kumar comes up short in Bonpalashir – there are many characters and narrative threads that exist in limbo – though he compensates well with his histrionics.

There are glimpses of a director’s vision in some of the sequences here, most notably the one where Udash tries to force himself on Padma, camouflaged among overgrown stalks and bushes. There are also some lovingly shot outdoors of rural Bengal which lend authenticity to the narrative. Despite the shortcomings, this one is a marked improvement over Shudhu Ekti Bachhar, with a string of strong performances (Supriya Devi, Bikash Ray, Nirmal Kumar, Jahar Ray, Anil Chatterjee, and in particular Basabi Nandi as Udash’s psychologically impaired wife). Uttam Kumar himself is a standout with his spot-on local dialect, particularly in the climactic sequences where, drunk, and losing his mind, he confronts Padma and the doctor. 
  It is a travesty that a career as illustrious should end on a note as disastrous as Kalankini Kankabati (both as an actor and director), though fans of the actor would have to put up with even more ignominy with his role in Manmohan Desai’s Desh Premee (1982). Much of the mess that Kalankini Kankabati is can be attributed to the star’s demise during the making (the patch-up work is apparent), but even discounting that, this would have been unsalvageable.

The film stars Uttam Kumar as a dissolute zamindar (the kind he played to such perfection in Stree and Sanyasi Raja) who sets his eye on a courtesan Aparna (Sharmila Tagore, in a role I am sure she would like to forget). Though his wife (Supriya Devi) warns him that dalliances with courtesans have spelt ruin for the family for generations, it’s to no avail. Needless to say, Aparna falls in love with a courtier, leading to his murder and other atrocities being visited on her. Things take the expected turn when the zamindar’s son (Mithun Chakraborty) returns from his boarding school and promptly falls in love with Aparna’s daughter, who had been taken away from her mother and imprisoned by the zamindar. In an inexplicable and laughable casting decision, the daughter too is played by Sharmila Tagore and there’s never a moment you can visualize Mithun Chakraborty and Sharmila Tagore as lovers. 
 

There’s nothing that redeems the film – not Uttam Kumar, not Supriya or Mithun, not Sharmila Tagore, despite the fact that she is named Aparna and there’s also a Nischindipur in the narrative! Kalankini Kankabati represents all that was bad about 1980s cinema – the kind of cinema Bengal would come to lament after the passing of the mahanayak. You know how bad the film is when one says that the only good thing about it is R.D. Burman’s music, incorporating two gems: Parveen Sultana’s ‘Bendhechhi beena’ (the tune was also used in Bemisaal’s Lata Mangeshkar solo, ‘Ai ri pawan’) and that college favourite of the era ‘Adho alo chhayate’.