In one of those strange coincidences that make you blabber incoherently about the nature of the universe and things like that, I was watching ‘Prem Pujari‘ one evening, and later at night I read Sue Townsend in ‘The True Confessions of Adrian Albert Mole, Margaret Hilda Roberts and Susan Lilian Townsend’,
“When I told my second son that I was going to Russia he narrowed his eyes and said, ‘Again?’ He went off on some mysterious late-adolescent errand and on his return said, ‘After you’re dead I won’t be surprised to be told that you weren’t really a writer, you were a spy.’ This made me laugh quite a lot. Spying, as a profession, seems to me about as interesting and useful as designing horse blankets for ‘My Little Pony‘. In my ideal world there would be an annual spies’ convention held in a hotel. Secrets would be swapped openly in the lobbies and bars; so much more comfortable than hanging around on street corners; cheaper too in the long run.”
Sue Townsend would have approved of the spies in ‘Prem Pujari’, who definitely do not hang around street corners, but meet in lobbies and bars over a lot of dancing, most of it for some reason, involving the belly.
And a lot of blue eyes.
It all does seem a lot of too-dah about nothing, because mostly what happens is (Rani) Zaheeda and (Ram) Dev Anand hop from one country to another in various disguises. They run on the streets when no one is chasing them, they look around suspiciously at poor ‘foreigners’ who only seem mildly curious about their antics. ‘Operation Europe’ is coded in Chinese
and has many characters masterminded by Chang-saab, (Madan Puri)
but since everyone seems to know everyone else, the exercise in throwing white carnations at each other seems pretty pointless, but whatever.
and Peter Andrews.
Before he becomes a spy, he is Ramdev Bakshi, a peace-loving soul who would rather catch butterflies than serve in the army.
He also has a beautiful sweetheart Suman (Waheeda Rehman)
and they look very, very good together.
But he has that very filmi father, a retired army man, crippled in service, Subedar Bakshi (Nasir Husain) who insists he go back to duty where an Indian dog is killed on the China border because he teases the Chinese by showing them his butt.
Ramdev Bakshi refuses to fight the Chinese back and is court-martialed. He is sentenced to 2 years jail but escapes.
Ram shows us his sensitive side when he cries.
The song is detailed quite lovingly, with the relaxed laughter on Nasir Husain’s face at the end of the song, happy to be with his regiment, the old soldiers and the enameled tin mugs.
But then Dev-saab shows us his less sensitive side as a director when he zooms into Zaheeda’s bra strap as an introductory shot after a helicopter crash.
If the bra strap was meant to make us believe that Zaheeda is a hot, sexy babe, it fails miserably, because sadly she is a clumsy actress.
The spies watching her do a strip tease show which is her first act on landing in Europe seem to think so too.
Dev-Saab seems to have liked butts way before Ram Gopal Verma.
The girls are deliberately framed like that, with Zaheeda actually throwing up her skirt and showing us her bottom.
But I think the shot of his own backside is inadvertent.
Everyone smokes a lot, the patriots
and the enemy.
And if Ms. Townsend were still dissatisfied, there are some more handsome men,
including on the BBC.