Let me introduce myself. I call myself the Celluloid Avenger. I have been working in the film and video preservation world for roughly 10 years. Film and video images mean the world to me. There is nothing like the moving image as a historical document to take you into a specific time and place. And it all started with Bollywood.
My grandfather owned two second-run movie theaters in Pune, India. My mother would go to the theaters every day and catch whatever films were running in the theater and knows more about Indian cinema than most people would, as she has seen practically every Hindi film that has come out from the 1950s to today. While I was growing up, most of my friends were renting VHS tapes from Blockbuster or Hollywood Video. Mom, insistent that my sister and I get in touch with our Indian roots, would rent Bollywood films from the local Indian store. Of course, these films would not be subtitled. My mom would sit next to us on a Sunday afternoon, after working a 50+ hour week as an OB/GYN, and with very little sleep, would translate the films to us line for line as the actors spoke them on the screen. Now that, my friends, is dedicated motherhood.
Of course, there was the occasional Bollywood screening at the local theater. My mom would take us and whisper through the lines of the film, my sister sitting on her left and me on her right. I will never forget these precious memories, and the night we went to see Yaraana was one of the most influential evenings of my life, paving the road for what would eventually become my profession. I remember distinctly that when the film started, the projectionist had put the wrong lens on the projector (1.85 instead of 2.35) and my mom was the first to notice. Soon, other people noticed and a near riot started in the middle of the theater (thanks Mom). An important moment in my film education, however, as it taught me the difference in aspect ratios and what anamorphic prints look like. Tweaking the focus throughout the film, the projectionist obviously had no clue what kind of audience he was dealing with. Indian film audiences are known for their loud interaction with the film...cheering after epic monologues, whistling and dancing in the aisles during songs, and shouting randomly at the screen for no apparent reason. Rocky Horror Picture Show has nothing on a Bollywood audience.
The number that you see at the top of this post had a huge impact on me. Hindi films are shot on a cheaper film stock than Hollywood uses. The film gets scratched and worn quite easily as a result. In addition, it is not uncommon, to this day, for 70mm blowup prints to be made. To compensate for the grain of the blowup, plus the fast deterioration of the prints, Indian filmmakers will use EXTREMELY bright colors in the costumes and sets. When the "Mera Piya Ghar Aaya" song came on the screen, it was unlike anything I had seen before. The colors on Madhuri Dixit's orange dress and the dreamlike quality of smoke against the neon pink outfit she wears jumped out on the screen. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. That sharp image quality seemed so 3D, and the music was blaring through the speakers, making my soul dance. Years later, I would learn that the quality of watching a film print, when shot with the perfect exposure and color saturation, can do this. At the mere age at 11, though, all I knew was that I was seeing something special.
The video included above cannot do it justice. Watching it actually pisses me off because I remember what it was like to see a mint print, compared to the shoddy faded piece of crap I included. Sadly, being nearly 20 years old and a B picture, I doubt that the film has been preserved to its glory and that memory will stay as that....a faded memory. Indian cinema is not treasured as much as American cinema. While there is a national archive in Pune, many negatives are stored with the original producers and directors. Every time a print is made, it is taken directly off of the original negative, as confirmed by my sources from the Association of Moving Image Archivists. You can see it too, if you look carefully. The splice marks are always present on every shot on a Bollywood film if it's shot on 35. A proper preservation of internegatives and dupe negatives is never done, which is probably why the colors on the print I saw were so sharp.
While Yaraana is far from a perfect film, it would be a joy to see it on film once more, if anything just to catch this beautiful dance number. Video releases, which we'll discuss on another day, were horrendous before DVDs hit the market, and when they did, a lot of older films were already on the road to decaying. I cannot stress enough how important it is for people to invest in helping the Indian film market in saving their films. From talking to representatives of restoration facilities, it appears that people aren't going off of prints and negatives for restorations. An SD video source is touched up for an HD video release, and the product is then schlopped on the market with no regard to how the image is supposed to look. I hope and pray that an intervention is done at some point, or those of us who treasured these images when they first came out are in serious trouble.
Signed,
The Celluloid Avenger
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