Alaap. Hrishikesh Mukherjee. 1977.
A Civil Lines son in a small UP town slums it with the ex-court singer riff raff who inconveniently live on mills that want to expand and are evicted by his father. To spite him the son suffers by marrying the lower caste girl and having a son, the indignities of rickshaw driving and even near death by tuberculosis because his delicate constitution can’t stand poor food. Yet he does not budge and the mawkishness does not let up. Not even Farida Jalal’s smile, some of the songs in spite of Yesudas’ dulcet trills, and that one indelible image of Rekha trying to catch the ray of light in ‘Kahe manva nache’ can save this one.
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