And then there's the one I just saw: the Bollywood version, called Bride and Prejudice. When I rented it I imagined a whirl of colors and high-pitched singing, of romance and dancing. I expected a true Indian musical, surreal, fascinating and incomprehensible.
Here's the problem: they made it too white.
First of all, all the dialogue and most of the songs were in English, not Hindi as is customary. The "Darcy" of the piece was actually an American. The songs were tempered, not just by the language, but the style as well. The Western elements were too obvious, completely overshadowing the Indian film making elements. One also seemed to forget that Pride and Prejudice is at its heart a comedy, and the preaching focus on neo-imperialism, corporations and Western intolerance (though completely true) was simply annoying. In the end, there was a lack of spectacle. A lack of heart and joy. Even performances by the resplendent Aishwarya Rai (the queen of Bollywood) and the uber-yummy Naveen Andrews of Lost fame couldn't salvage the film from the overgrowth of Caucasian sensibility. Pride and Prejudice would have transferred beautifully to the Bollywood style, if the producers hadn't been so keen on making it "accessible" to an American audience.
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