REVIEW: MANGAL PANDEY - THE RISING
08.11.05
By Devin Faraci

csaLast month McDonalds had to pay out lots of money to Hindu and vegetarian 
groups because
they had been using beef fat in their French fries and keeping it a secret 
(they haven’t
changed, by the way, so if you’re a vegetarian who gets fries at Mickey Ds 
while your carnivore
friends chow down on Big Macs – oops). Today that sort of stuff leads to law 
suits – a hundred
and fifty years ago it led to an armed uprising.

Mangal Pandey: The Rising is a rousing epic that recounts the birth of India’s 
independence
movement. In the 1850s India was ruled by the Dutch East India Company, and 
their army was
largely made up of sepoys, native Indian soldiers. It’s astonishing to think 
about – a
corporation running an entire country – until you open up the newspaper and 
read about American
politics. At any rate, the Company has total control over the Indian 
subcontinent and is
celebrating a hundred years of rule when they introduce a new rifle that fires 
a new kind of
cartridge. Rumors hit the sepoys that the cartridges, which they must bite to 
use, are greased
with beef and pig fat, making the idea of putting them in your mouth horrifying 
to both Hindus
and Muslims.

Mangal Pandey is one of the sepoys, and the best friend of Englishman William 
Gordon, who has
spent half his life in India and considers that country his home. When Gordon 
assures Mangal
that the cartridges go nowhere near fat, the sepoy uses it – but soon it is 
discovered that
animal grease is indeed used. Enraged, Mangal leads the sepoys in an uprising 
that cannot hope
to succeed. And we know from the beginning of the film, where Mangal is led to 
the gallows (as
well as even a cursory knowledge of world history, you goddamn isolationist 
American
ignoramuses), that it doesn’t. But all revolutions need martyrs (and I know I 
am getting out of
hand with the parentheticals here, but it’s interesting that the rebellion that 
began the
crumbling of the British Empire, which would be complete with India’s 
independence in 1947,
didn’t actually have any real martyrs. There are those killed at the Boston 
Massacre, but even
a little bit of reading about the incident will let you know most of those guys 
were drunken
douchebags and the whole thing was an accident. Not really ideal martyrdom 
circumstances), and
the death of Mangal Pandey ignites a flame that Gandhi would carry over the 
finish line 90
years later.

There are a lot of things that are remarkable about Mangal Pandey: The Rising, 
chief among
which is the cinematography. It’s a gorgeous film, drenched in color and 
beauty. From scenes
with a thousand troops massing to a simple close up of the face of the 
rapturously lovely Rani
Mukherjee, director Ketan Mehta and his DP Himman Damija have triumphed, 
breathing splendor
into every frame.

Like all the great epics, Mangal Pandey: The Rising takes a huge, sweeping 
story and puts a
human drama in the foreground. Here it’s the friendship between Gordon and 
Mangal. In fact, I
may be soft pedaling it as a friendship. These guys – well, they spend lots of 
time kind of
peering into each other’s eyes. I know, I know, the brotherhood of battle and 
the love of men
and all that, but jeez. Aamir Khan has a fiery presence as Mangal, and Toby 
Stephens, who plays
Gordon, looks exactly like a young Richard Chamberlain. It’s sort of spooky. 
And it sort of
kept making me think this was a miniseries.

As did the running time. Mangal Pandey: The Rising runs a very full two and a 
half hours. The
story is fantastic, and you barely feel the running time until there’s a 
dramatic moment,
everything freeze frames and the word “Intermission” comes up on screen. 
Suddenly you realize
you have a lot more to go.

Which isn’t a bad thing! Again, I fell in love with the movie and with the 
story. I was
completely wrapped up in the 19th century India that had been created. I was 
happy to float
with the sumptuous visuals. But this being an Indian film, there are a number 
of songs, and
this being a big budget film in general, there’s a pointless love subplot or 
two as well. I
didn’t mind the songs – in the beginning they didn’t get in the way of the 
film. Our heroes
didn’t break into song, but every now and again some guys on an elephant would 
come through the
film and sing about whatever was going on. It was the sort of scenes where 
music could be
accepted – at a marketplace bazaar, for instance. In the second half of the 
movie, things
change. First of all, with the new awareness of the running time you realize 
each song is
making the movie drag on longer. Secondly, Mangal starts singing and dancing.

I wasn’t sure if I liked that at first. Then I realized what was happening. The 
first half of
the film is like some sort of Merchant Ivory film, and that’s because Mangal is 
really a
subject of the British. He’s a white guy wannabe. But in the second half he 
discovers his
Indian nationalism and he begins taking part in the long running Bollywood 
staple of song and
dance numbers. When Holi, the Festival of Colors, where Indians run around 
throwing brilliantly
colored powder all over each other. It’s the kind of thing that makes you 
realize how generally
dull Europeans are, and here it creates a wonderfully garish continuity from 
the time period to
modern Indian film.

Mangal’s rebellion is doomed from the start, though. As he and Gordon go back 
and forth – while
Gordon has gone increasingly native (he’s the only white who takes part in 
Holi, and his
bitterness at the Company’s policies is palpable), he can’t support his 
friend’s crusade.
Things finally come to a sword fight as an entire British regiment from Rangoon 
comes to back
up the small group of white Company soldiers.

It’s here where Mangal Pandey: The Rising becomes a great film. I had been 
really enjoying it
until then, but at this scene Mangal makes an impossible last stand. It makes 
you want to jump
to your feet cheering, seeing this lone man take on a thousand redcoats. It’s a 
triumphant
moment of humanity unwilling to bow under the yoke of oppression.

Cut down by about a half an hour, Mangal Pandey: The Rising, would be 
unstoppable. Even at this
slightly bloated length it’s an electrifying testament to the unstoppable power 
of the
individual to make a difference.

8.8 out of 10

"We neglect our cities at our peril. For, in neglecting them, we neglect the 
nation."
-John F. Kennedy




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