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Gandhi (Richard Attenborough) 1982
Gandhi has been bandied about so often as an example of the
Academy’s tendency to give the Oscar to the safest, most important film that I
half expected it to be wholly mawkish and terrible. It’s really not nearly as
bad as I feared it might be. Although director Richard Attenborough has a
tendency to cut to a reaction shot of a child to demonstrate the emotion he
wants the audience to feel from time to time, those probably comprise less than
three minutes of the running time, which is over three hours long. Most of that
exceptional running time is spent rushing through over fifty years of Indian
political leader Gandhi’s life, and it’s somewhat surprising that the film
feels truncated when it’s over. Gandhi’s wife, for example, is a relatively
constant presence near the start of the film, but around the second hour she
disappears until near the film’s end, in which she is trotted out one scene
before she dies. Gandhi himself feels to get somewhat shorted, since the film
seems so worried that we won’t think of him as a Saint that it rarely endows
him or any characters that surround him with any sense of doubt. Also, the
British politicians that occupy India are almost cartoons in their
moustache-twirling evil simplicity. Shame on Attenborough, a Brit himself, for
indulging in the stereotype that says England’s cultural pomposity is a mask
for shameless evil.
These grumbles might sound like huge complaints to levy
against a film, but they actually don’t have that much impact on the viewing
experience. The film is an abbreviated chronicle of Gandhi’s exploits, almost
like his greatest hits collection, and as a result we don’t really mind that
it doesn’t cover things in depth, since it’s shooting for a good deal of
breadth. The politics that are in the film are conveyed with a relative
simplicity, and I wish there were more scenes of self-doubt among Gandhi or his
followers, like the one in which Gandhi’s wife refuses to clean a toilet.
Still, the streamlined approach to political content keeps us from getting so
caught up in it that we can’t appreciate the film’s visual pleasures, such
as India’s well-photographed beauty or the sheer sense of scale in many of the
crowd scenes. The film has immaculate production values, and it’s no surprise
that it swept the Academy Awards. Many have complained that the Best Picture
Oscar that year should have gone to the more populist E.T.
or Tootsie, but I think the choice in Gandhi
is a solid one, as it’s a better picture than either of those (though
Costa-Gavras’ Missing is probably my favorite of 1982’s nominated films). Though
Gandhi is hardly a perfect film, its
failures at least tend to be relatively noble ones. The pacing of the film is
excellent, and it has an immediacy that belies its length. Ben Kingsley’s
performance as Gandhi is both excellent and charismatic, and he disappears
completely into the role once he shaves his head. It rarely feels like the stunt
performance that it is, though credit must be given to the excellent makeup that
physically transforms him. Overall, the film’s status of “Best Picture” is
nothing for the Academy to be ashamed of, as there are far worse historical
epics (e.g. Braveheart) with which Gandhi
shares that title.
* * * 1/2
11-29-01
Jeremy Heilman
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