Manto movie review: Manto, examined only in juxtaposition
Deccan ChronicleCast: Nawazuddin Siddiqui, Rasika Dugal, Tahir Bhasin, Rajshri Deshpande Director: Nandita Das Writer-director Nandita Das is quite brave to attempt a movie on the subcontinent’s favourite writer. She cleverly weaves in moments from Manto’s own life to bring in his stories — from his stay at a mental asylum, she takes us to Toba Tek Singh. Yet Das chooses to chronicle the life and work of Manto only in juxtaposition — to accusations of being obsessed with prostitutes, with the obscene; to familial responsibilities ignored; to court cases and obscenity trials, first in India and then in Pakistan, that chiselled at his soul; a life’s end measured in empty booze bottles and pending payments. Even when the like-minded meet, including Manto’s incendiary cohort Chughtai, the conversations Das creates present them not as intellectually challenging, subversive, creative characters, but as fun-sucking, heavy-breathing academics. In a conversation with Manto, Das makes Shyam blurt out, “*!#* Muslims”, and later shows that while Manto’s friends in Bombay wrote letters to him, he didn’t reply.